A/N: I'm sorry if this is confusing, I just wrote this in ten minutes because I feel obliged to actually upload something. Enjoy.

Let it Burn by Red (Nightcore version!)

Rating: T

Warnings: War, Roy angst. (Yay! Roy Angst!) This is also an attempted at first person, so hang on.

At first, it had been dust. Dust billowing in the air; dust coating your throat, all for no apparent reason. Unfortunately, it was hard for dust to take to the air when it had been turned to mud by the blood that constantly stained the ground. Now, the mud was being turned into ashes, along with my soul. Riza says that she likes guns because she can't feel her victim die. Well, I can't feel my victims either, at least not like how she means. At least Maes says I shouldn't humanly be able to. Well, I'm not really human anymore. You can't be human without a soul.

I'm just a bystander. The flames are the real murderers, they tear the air apart with their viciousness. They hunt down the trembling human flesh, they feel the sick pleasure as that skin and muscle writhes and bubbles; as the blood boils; as the eyes steam. The flames are the ones who feel the victims die. I'm just a bystander. A twisted bystander who does nothing to stop them. I'm just a bystander...I'm just a bystander...

But I'm not just a bystander.

I question myself. It's human nature to question your actions, but I'm not human anymore.

Will you wait until it all burns down?

What right does a useless, pathetic creature like myself, who can't even be called human, have to question themselves?

Will you hide until it all burns down?

I can hear the whispers. They call me a monster. Not a hero. Not a human. I disagree, I think I deserve less than the title of monster. A monster is the bystander, the one who does nothing.

Will it hurt when it all burns down?

"He's nothing but a killing machine."

"He scares me. What if he turns, like Kimbly?"

"I swear, he has no morals. Sure, this is war, but he's way too into it."

Will you fight when it all burns down?

I want Riza to understand that I'm not human. She doesn't get it. She's blind to the things they say. Maes is, too. He tells me to hang on.

Will you stand when it all burns down?

Hang on to what? The ledge of humanity, of my soul, of the rest of the world, is far above my grasp already. Nothing can save me.

Will you love when it all burns down?

Riza says she loves me. So does Maes. They say we're in this nightmare together. But they're still human. They're still bystanders. Their guns are still the murderers.

Will it end when it all burns downs?

They don't know what it feels like to be fire; to be a beast; to burn someone to death. To devour someone as their skin turns to ash, it's something they don't understand.

Will you just let it all burn down?

They don't understand that I can't do anything about it. They don't understand. I'm so deep into this abyss of my missing soul, that's there's no way to crawl my way back up.

They don't understand that I'm drowning on the flaming blood of the innocent people I've killed with my hands.

The city smolders beneath my feet. The sky is blocked by the smoke. A man dies, and another is murdered. A third simply lets his soul go.

In it all, the city burns to ash, and I let it burn.

I'm not alive to stop it anymore.