And, for our lone reviewer, Halcyon Clouds, we present...


Flesh and Blood and Metal
(the Evil version)



An explosion.

Then the noise of thousands of tiny metal fragments, hitting the pavement all at once.

"Al? AL?! Answer me, Alphonse!! ANSWER ME!"

He doesn't.

"Dammit, Alphonse, why won't you answer me? I can't-- I can't do anything, not with my arm like this-- ALPHONSE!!"

Several deep, gasping breaths; a desperate moan-- "Al, Al, no no no... I can't... not alone, please not alone, please God no..." begging the God he does not believe in.

This is the last straw. He can't afford to lose anyone else.

Sudden, determined silence. Then the sound of feet scrabbling to get purchase on the pavement, one metal, one flesh.

"Hey--! What do you think you're--!" Sounds of a struggle. "Give me that back! No, DON'T! Colonel, get over here and stop him!"

Finally, he's going to do something right.

BANG.


When Colonel Mustang finally arrives at the scene, three seconds too late, he sees only a slowly spreading pool of blood, intermingled with scattered metal fragments.

Flesh and blood and metal. Like always.

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and then...

"Oniisan? Sorry, I think I blacked out there for a minute..."

"...Oniisan?!"