Author's Note: Special Thanks to my reviewer, this chapter is for you. All those silent stalkers out there, come out and talk, I wont bite.

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, Edward would kiss Winry already.


Colonel Roy Mustang has many people's blood on his hands. He was a tainted being with a stained soul. A permanent darkness surrounded him. Yet, that was not the reason for his sleepless nights.

The lives he took during the Ishbal rebellion were taken not on his decision, he was just a soldier following orders, no matter how cruel and unusual those were. He was the light brigade of the military.

The souls that haunted him were not the ones he took, but the ones he was unable to save. Those who reached out to him to help, but were met with death instead.

What if he was there when the killer was taking his next victim? What if it wasn't raining? What if he was there to take the phone call instead of trying to kiss ass in order to get a promotion?

Would he have been able to save those lives?

That was the reason that Roy couldn't sleep, and never would.


You know what to do.