Glorious Flame
By: Akira Asakura
Genre: Tragedy/Drama
Rating: T for language and hints of violence/death, just as a precaution.
Summary: …Everything was ablaze with glorious flame… Hawkeye-centric, Ishbal-fic, Drabble.
A/N:
For once, I've made a non-RoyAi fan-fiction in the FMA section. Well, if you really, really dig into, you may find some sort of odd hinting, but most likely not. I really like it though and I'm hoping you will too. So, off to reading with you!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own FullMetal Alchemist.
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She'd been called down ten minutes ago, away from that sniping tower, away from that stench, and, thank heavens, away from those empty stares of the one she, and many others, shot down. It was back to the barracks with that soldier, to her camp.
They were evacuating the city, finally leave that god-damned land called Ishbal. Hawkeye was glad. But though she knew she should be packing, she laid for hours on that rooftop post. It was most unlike her, to while the moments away on nothing, and she enjoyed her uncharacteristic time.
She grew alert when she heard buildings collapse and smelled tainted smoke. Blood was in the air, smoke almost crimson. Her head spun in many different directions, only to land west. Flames swallowed the city as sunset inched its way through. Everything was ablaze with glorious flame. She understood what made it so, she knew who it was, and she felt his pain.
Realization finally stole her mind-state. She heard screams, painful, terrified, tear-jerking. Mothers shrieked, infants squealed, and all else could only let out mournful yelps before becoming another charred body in the west side of the Ishballan city. The job was done and all she could thing was, 'Finish it fast,' before the only thing left was glorious flame.
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