Prompt: Cure

Word Count: 250
Rating: Mature
Series: Any and All I suppose
Characters: Kimblee, Roy Mustang
Setting: Jail
Disclaimer: I'm not Arakawa and I don't own FMA.
Summary: Kimblee is a sociopath. And he loves himself for it.

Warnings: This guy is creepy fo' realz and he wouldn't shut up.


GOD OF THE DYING

"There is no cure for birth and death, save to enjoy the interval."
-George Santayana


At first I got a lawyer. Some ignorant, derelict idiot to defend me, to tell them all I'm crazy and just needed help. Treatment, he called it. Then I'd be better.

Better?

What, pray tell, is better than this? I am the purveyor of massacres, the master of death by explosive, maddening art. To stifle my talent would be my undoing, and with it would come sickness for the world in droves of the undesirables and the lowlifes who litter the land with their insensate, worthless lives. I need no medicine.

I am the remedy. And there is no cure for perfection.

My attourney was soon as lifeless as the officers who lead me to my imprisonment in the first place. My laugh echoed into the night afterwards.

And now I sit, while the cretins on the outside roam free, despising themselves for cleansing the world of the utter trash known as the Ishvalan.

Go ahead and cry, you fools. You did what had to be done, just not as well as I. Oh, silly, silly Mustang. Your tears won't drown out your flames. How cute of you, in your callow, naïve ways, to mistake your blazes for misplaced hatred and miss all the joy of your killings. You stupid prick. Hatred isn't in your fire or the ashes of the departed that rained down after your inferno.

Hatred is a river of blood, drowning the wretched in screams of agony…

…And I think I'll to go for a swim.


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A/N: Yeah… got a little carried away with that one… This was honestly supposed to be a happy, fun-filled semi-crack!fic this week about a totally different character but Kimblee was not having it and he got in my head and to be honest? I feel a little sullied.

(It won second place though! I guess you gotta get a little dirty to make it in the big leagues of livejournal haha.)

Anyway. I'm super paranoid this isn't even original or whatever so please drop a line and tell me what you think.