A/N: I decided to make an angsty one, enjoy.

Disclaimers: I don't own FMA. The quotes were taken from Fahrenheit 451, I'm reading it right now an it seemed to fit.

Warning: Character death, morbid themes, very slightly implied yaoi.

Incipio.

Fahrenheit

'It was a pleasure to burn.'

He snapped his fingers listening to the men's screams, reveling in them. He continued through the base, wreaking devastation as he went, killing all. It was Their fault. They did it. They had killed Edward Elric.

'It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.'

These pathetic rebels, miserable vagabonds, had taken down the Fulllmetal Alchemist. They had wanted revenge for a crime he had not committed. They had not played fair. It they had Edward would still be here and they would not. Roy would not be here, doing this. They had broken him, much like they had broken the Colonel now.

'...the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins...'

They had made him watch while they disrupted the alchemic seal in Alphonse, he had been made to watch his brother's soul disappear. They had played dirty, so now, Roy would too, giving no mercy, killing man and woman alike, leaving only the children. He would not relive the Ishbal Massacre, he would not become like them and murder the innocent.

Ed had been innocent.

'...the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black.'

It has been said that it is a sad day when a sane man plans his own execution, for he is now longer sane.

He would take his revenge on these people, leaving them more haggard than before. Then he would return to headquarters, where he would be charged of mass manslaughter, and killed by gun line.

He would see Ed.

But now, the Ishbalites would pay for their sins.

'He strode in a swarm of fireflies.'

Goodbye. Hello.

'At sunset I've won or lost. At sunrise I'm out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you.'

The world was made in seven days, and could be destroyed in one.

His world was gone.

Owari.