PTG: off a prompt given me by Kytha, who is, on ffn, known as Mana Angel. The line she gave's in italics, the rest's mine.
If you don't like seeing your favorite characters killed, well. Them's the breaks.
Scar needs more love.
He imagines the lines etched into his skin should sear him, but they do not.
They don't, even in this moment of triumph: the four alchemists are lined, kneeling, none looking up. Behind them are a couple bodies, mostly of soldiers - one's yellow hair edged with red-turning-brown, gun pointing perversely away, like she hadn't tried to shoot him at all.
"I will let you pray," he said to the first one, and stepped up - Fullmetal didn't say much, bangs covering his eyes as he whispered something the scarred man couldn't hear.
Scar destroyed him quickly.
The second man was huge and hopeless. He looked over at the Fullmetal's body, and tried to get up, and Scar destroyed him in defense.
The third was still laughing. His hair was falling into his face and his hands were broken, that he couldn't do damage to Scar when he recieved his judgement. Scar wasn't going to let him speak, but he did.
"Funny how you Ishvarians all turn out, huh? You say we're all so bad, you say I'm bad for blowing all you up, and then you act like this."
Scar said nothing.
"Well anyhow, it's just you and me and colonel now, isn't it? And then pretty soon it'll just be you and Roy there, and then it'll just be you. Ah well. Life was fun while it lasts, right?"
Scar took him by the throat and looked him in the eyes. "My brother," he said, and destroyed the man.
The fourth one said nothing. He only looked up as Scar dropped the body and stepped forward, and his eyes were a child's.
"I will let you pray," said Scar, because this man, of any, needed it.
The flame alchemist looked down, and took a breath, and another. He dropped from a kneel to a sit, and his hands in his lap.
"That won't help," he said.
Scar nodded, and put his hand down.