Author's Note: Hi everyone! I love to make fics about dreams and nightmares...
Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, King, or Roy… So please don't sew me…
Nightmare Dilemmas
Roy was having nightmares. Really bad ones, if I may say. In one of his horrible dreams, he was a tiny person being chased by a hairy tarantula twice his size. In another one of his horrible dreams, he was being sliced and torn into tiny bits but he did not feel it, he just saw how it happened, bloody bits of heart and kidneys flying around the room in all its bloody glory. Again, in another one of his awe-horrible dreams, he was restricted to use alchemy and was burnt to ashes by the people he tortured and killed in the doomed place, Ishbal. It was indeed true that the ghosts in his past still do haunt him, but not in reality, only in the place we dwell in when we sleep, in dreams…
Ed, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He is a peaceful sleeper. He does not dream of bad dreams but dreams involving the things he loves, like ponies and unicorns and his brother, Al and his mother, Trisha. It was indeed a fact for him that dreams are seventh heavens in our minds.
"Colonel Mustang! Awaken!" A voice said to the half-asleep Roy. He was sitting at the chair beside the desk of the office of the Colonel, which is him. He always thought that being a Colonel is just a temporary job that will train a person to become a good and wise Fuhrer.
"Colonel Mustang! Awaken!" Again he/she repeated, Roy did not care who the speaker was, he just wanted to have a good nap.
"Shut the Hell up! You talkin' piece of shit! Can't you see I'm sleeping here!" The colonel erupted. He could not believe his eyes, it was Fuhrer King Bradley who was awakening him from his not-so-deep slumber. "I… sorry… not know…" he murmured in embarrassment, he was so embarrassed that he could not complete it in a sentence – he was so ashamed of himself talking to an honorable and respectable man, a Fuhrer, like that.
"It's quite understandable… but that's not the problem…" the Fuhrer said, "Your execution will be taking place after supper, it was rescheduled."
"What execution? the Colonel shockingly asked.
"You killed that State Alchemist right, Edward Elric, if I may be correct. A gruesome murder, a gruesome one indeed."
"What the! I didn't kill the shrimp! You're a liar and a fucking piece of shit!"
"How dare you address a Fuhrer like that! I will, again, reschedule the execution of yours. It will occur at present time."
"By whom?"
"Me, of course, why do you ask?"
"But you wouldn't hurt a fly,"
"Oh, really?" With a sudden slice of his stainless silver knife, Roy's head was detached from his body. It squirted blood from all directions, still, the Fuhrer was enjoying the sight - still slightly smiling, pleased and mostly, entertained.
Roy awakened from his deep slumber and realized that all that happened was just a dream - his imagination. There was a quinch of happiness inside of him that made him rejoice for he was still alive. And he would never kill that shrimp, or would he?
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