A/N: Sorry, I got lazy and didn't upload another story till now.
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Roy stared at the broad window in his office, droplets of rain were pouring in a steady beat hitting the ground like little rocks. At times like these, his memories of war came flooding back to his mind. Particularly one memory in the war that plagued his mind was a night in Ishbal. That night it had rained blood, the state alchemists were ordered to destroy towns that were going against the military. Roy had encountered a family of four, the breadwinner had been a major planner in killing countless soldiers, and Roy had been ordered to 'take care' of the family. He remembered the look of plead in the children's eyes to let them live, to let them play, to let them eat, and to let them have their father back who had been killed by another state alchemist. Roy would never forget the look of hatred in their eyes as he approached them
Roy had hesitated to snap his fingers, because his mind was so entranced by the thought of killing these innocent kids. He never even noticed the sound of rain beating on the roof while thinking back on that dreadful night. The next thing he knew his fingers had snapped, tears streamed down his cheeks and corpses lay in front of him. The next thing he remembered was walking in the rain as it tried to wash away the pain and mistakes he had made. Roy hated the rain, he was useless in it.
"Roy, are you ok?" A stern voice called from the side of the room, it was Riza.
"No, I'm fine." He said smirking at her. He was useless but he could be put in some use so that family could rest in peace.
