Kimbley's Last Stand
Disclaimer: I (as in Nirvana Renegade Seiga) own absolutely nothing in this story. Zolf's Advocate (a fellow writer) owns any OCs in this story. The creators of FMA own everything else.
Author's Note: A fellow writer--Zolf's Advocate--is unable to upload her story, 'Kimbley's Last Stand' and she requested that I upload it for her. So here it is,
NIRVANA RENEGADE SEIGA DID NOT WRITE THIS.
ZOLF'S ADVOCATE DID.
Warnings: Gore, violence...
Dead. That was what she had heard about him. The Crimson Alchemist: Zolf Kimbley, was the little boy that she had loved since he was born. The headline of the paper said: 'Killed in Lior by the man from Ishbal: Scar'.Now she has lost everything she ever really cared for. Two years after her son's birth, her husband had died. She just sits there, remembering the small boy that had changed her life. He couldn't stand being held by her. He looked nothing like his blonde, brown-eyed mother, or his red-haired father. He had short, jet-black hair, with golden-eyes. She just cries as she sits there thinking about him. This pain...is too great too handle.
She stands up, pulls on a coat, and walks out the door without a word. She walks for about an hour, then turns back. She wallks through the door and removes her coat, throwing it onto a nearby chair. She sits down on her bed and begins to cry. She cries with the memories of her last encounter with her son flashing through her mind. Sometime later, she quiets down and falls asleep.
She wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a figure in her doorway. She reaches over to the nightstand and turns on the light. Her eyes are wide in shock as she stares at him.
"Hello, Mother," he says, and smiles. She just sits there, tears streaming down her face. "Zolf? N-no. I-it can't...y-you're dead!" she cries, staring into his golden eyes. "No I'm not dead. And I'm going to make sure that nobody else finds ou about this. But how could you possibly hope to understand? You have no idea how it feels...All that power rushing through your body...You have no idea how much I neededit!" He smirks as he watches the pain in her eyes, as he watches her tremble. " I didn't raise you to kill people and to enjoy it, and to have no human decency-" "Who the hell needs human decency when you can have that much power?"he says as he grabs her by the throat. She struggles to breathe as she sees a red-eyed man behind him. He notices the alarm in his mother's eyes as she looks over his shoulder. He whirls around and sees the Ishbalan bastard standing there. Before he can even move again, the Ishbalan hurls a silver knife with a ruby embedded into its handle at Kimbley. He feels a sharp pain in the left side of his chest beforehitting the floor. His mother frees herself from his grip as she watches him collapse on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing you bastard!" She moves her gaze to the doorway again and sees a man in military uniform run through the front door (which Scar knocked off its hinges to get to Kimbley). Scar whirls around and pulls another silver blade from his jacket. "One more move...And I'll kill him here and now." She recognizes the man as Colonel Archer from Central. He backs off as Scar holds the knife over Kimbley's head. She notices Archer removing a gun from his pocket. He holds it up towards Scar, pulls the trigger, and Scar dodges the bullet, and rests his right arm on Kimbley's back. " This is for what you did to my brother," Scar yells, as his hand produces a red glow. Scar's hand thrusts itself through Kimbley's body, forcing out everything inside.
His mother screams as she watches blood fly everywhere. Scar stands there with his hand covered in blood. Scar turns to leave...but feels a gun against his forehead.
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