Prompt: Titles of Novels

Word Count:
765
Rating: Mature
Series: Brotherhood/Manga
Characters: Lust, Mustang
Setting: Laboratory #3
Disclaimer: I'm not Arakawa and I don't own FMA. I'm also not Suzanne Collins and I don't own Hunger Games.
Summary: She just brings it out in him.
Warnings: Violence, sexual themes.

Author's Note: I guess I have a thing for fire and italics. Hope it's not cliché of me at this point. I tried to work themes from the novel as well as Hunger Games in general into this, so please let me know if you like it! This won 1st place in the lj community, which I've never achieved before wahooo! Sorry for the delay, and please enjoy.


CATCHING FIRE

"If desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish."
-Suzanne Collins


It's like nothing I've ever felt before.

The heat. The fury. The hunger. The pure unadulterated vengeance in his flames… They envelop me over and over, searing every layer of flesh to ash until I replicate my perfect skin to cover the wounds. His wrath, how insatiable it is. He reminds me of… Me.

I can't believe it; he cauterized the wound. How can a man so clever be so stupid at the same time? I wonder how he tastes.

"She's dust. I definitely cremated her."

How beautifully wrong he was, to doubt my immortality. I am the stone. I am the reason. I am the cog in the ticking time bomb that is Amestris, this pitiful place that Father will purify.

How do you not see it, Colonel? You don't even see what's coming, or how little you have left, you foolish man.

Tick tock, Mustang. Tick tock.

If only he had been the one I was to taste, to temp with every piece of my splendid body. If he wasn't so in love with that vile blonde lieutenant colonel we would have had the most vociferant of passions… Every thrust, and every scream better than the last. His wild and unbridled energy would shudder through me until I had tamed him into some tired, weakened state. Imagine how much precious information he would divulge to me, repaying me for the desire I had satisfied. "Looks like I can get you on your knees, after all." He told me. Oh Mustang, if only you had tried. What a waste.

Humans. How easy they are, in their inferior state. How easy to manipulate they are, like clay between my fingers. How wonderful their blood looks, seeping into the ground.

I'm so thankful for my design - so close to theirs, yet so much better.

He has no shortage of thirst for me, to see my impossible demise, unwilling to understand he will never quench it. Still he burns me, searing my body with the most intense hatred in this fire. I think I like this pain; it's so close to pleasure in the most sinful of ways. I wonder how good I look, bathed in the glow of his inferno, my red lightning illuminating every curve even more… Certainly it doesn't look as good as it feels.

This is a good thing; my second chance. I suppose I didn't really kill two candidates today. Maybe I shouldn't have taken the most desperate route, anyway. Why did he stand there, that talking tin can? In front of that woman like there was anything he could have done against me, like it would have mattered even if he had. They're all going under, sooner or later. Well, sooner would be the more accurate of the two.

Tick tock, Mustang. Tick tock.

"You told me I couldn't kill you, but I'd like to try and prove you wrong!" He bellows.

Then things change. Suddenly it doesn't feel so great anymore. Suddenly the pain goes deeper, somewhere in my bones I can't block out. It's so hot… I'm having trouble breathing. "How many times is it gonna take?!" I lose track of the ignitions. I fall on the floor. My cells can't divide as quickly, and my skeleton is unprotected as he flashes again and again… It's scorching, scalding, sweltering…

I can't breathe…

I can't breathe…

This wicked man, with obsidian eyes so cold, like a sky without stars… I can't take his hatred. My blood is boiling. This idiot, doesn't he see how wonderful I'm going to make the world?!

It hurts, it burns, this anguish I've never experienced. I'm screaming, I can't see, I can't think, my stone is fading and I can't… I can't… No! No I will not give in. I will push harder, come at him with everything I have, extending my claws until they reach just up to his… his…

I fall short. I feel my body as it turns to dust, flying away into nothingness, but I will warn him. My death is irrelevant; Father's plans will go through with or without me. He will still be sacrificed for the greater good. And I will relish watching him writhe in agony when that happens, especially in those handsome eyes of his.

"It's coming, it's coming…" I whisper, my magnanimous parting words. If he only knew what he was really in for. You can't stop it, Colonel. You lost it the moment you set foot in Ishval, and now it's too late. There is nothing you can do.

Tick tock, Mustang. Tick tock.


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A/N: Idk how I feel about this. It was fun to write but… eh. I love Lust though. Please let me know how you feel about it : )