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Hullo everybody, I'm back with something I'm translating from my own old story experience.
This is set in the FMA universe belonging to the FIRST anime transposition of the manga (so, no brotherhood universe) because I wrote it about 6 or 7 years ago and the manga was still ongoing.
Roy and Maes in their youth and in their adulthood, caught in the crossfire of the war.
Actually, this is the prequel to another story (that I'm planning to post here, too); this fic is completed so I'll update chapters regularly.
All the chapters, obviously, are titled after songs and I reckon the whole playlist of the fanfic is pretty interesting.
I'd be glad to hear your opinions and comment.
*disclaimers*
I do not own anything here, this is just for my own (and your) fun.
*WARNINGS*
There may be not-so-charming words around, also there are yaoi sexual intercourses scenes, blood, suffering states of mind and death (no gore, though, don't worry) so YOU ARE ADVISED.
01Gods of war
Kill them all. So they say.
They are rebels, they don't deserve life.
Little, meaningless insects…Red eyes, skin burnt by the sun .
They're painfully hard to bend, one can tell from their brave looks.
Rioting and attached to life as I've ever seen.
Maybe – that's something I've been starting to figure out – it's just because I've never really seen life in danger.
So the dim sun rises, every day, and so the army proceeds with the onslaught.
And I kill , mercilessly, and I kill , furiously, and I kill, again, blindly.
It's just a matter of seconds.
A light snap, sparkles jolt from nowhere and a whole street jumps in the air, blown out like wind-stormed sand.
They call me the Flame Alchemist.
Ah, so amazing, this firey gift.
My pride, my strength .
My curse.
My damnation.
Enemies – innocents – fall around me, silently, like thousands parched leaves.
I kill who threatens to kill me, I erase the ones who tip the guns against me and my precious superiors.
No clemency, no time to lose.
But there's no glory in this – really, at all – because those burning corpses were once only a terrified woman, screaming against a wall, pleading for mercy, with her three wide-eyes children.
They're hiding the rebels, so they told me, the really dangerous ones.
Sunburnt skin and red eyes.
The real enemy is their mentality , they keep repeating me.
That's the thing I have to erase with my Alchemy.
Sunburnt skin and red eyes.
Still…How come they seem so damn similar to all the others?
So fucking innocent, so blatantly powerless it almost hurts.
Why should they surrender to this useless slaughter?
We have no right to be here.
We have no reason.
An Alchemist is a power, a resource.
A soldier is a puppet.
A State Alchemist, then, is just a deadly puppet in the hands of those who have power, those who wanted this war from the very beginning.
Someday, I know – I swear – they'll all kneel down and lick the blood they dared to shed.
I'll make them do it.
I'll be one of them, I'll get on top and I won't have to swallow this fear anymore, I won't have to hear laments of poor, dying people, burned alive and vanished in a lethal heap of ashes.
Alchemy did not teach me to violate life.
Nonetheless Alchemy brought me in this hell.
This is the Equivalent Exchange, isn't it?
Oh, how annoying, this is not equivalent nor is rational.
A fucking unfair exchange, so dishonest that it is disgusting.
I am disgusting.
This is my body, these are my hands. My power is in them. My punishment is in them.
Now, the petrified boy is looking at me from the bottom to the top .
And I can't kill him.
I'm paralyzed .
"Stand back !", I implore him mentally.
"Run away!", I'd like to shout.
But I don't say anything.
He is so determined to protect that shitty door, I wonder what – or who – he is hiding behind it.
I couldn't care less.
He didn't do anything wrong, and I have to stop my murdering intentions.
His red eyes pierce me .
I can't kill him.
Panic, horror, my mind is completely emptied.
Suddenly, the boy points a gun at me, God only knows where he found it.
We are so close that if he pulled the trigger, my brain would be blown up unceremoniously…
For a moment I want him to do it.
"Do it, for fuck's sake, I need it!", I silently implore, hoping that this torture will end soon.
Then, my attachment to life violently leaps up, almost offended.
The boy and the Alchemist disappear at once, leaving two enemies, two animals struggling for survival.
This is the true nature of man.
He grips on the gun and effectively tries to shoot me, but I do not think – for the umpteenth time – and he jumps in the air in less than a second.
Revulsion and rage fill me up to the brim; the beast withdraws, falls apart, and a screaming consciousness appears.
Yet another one and I'll go mad .
Yet another innocent's blood on my hands and it will be over .