Warning: Nothing bad or anything, just it may be handy to have a few tissues around…
#6 Death
"Don't! Stop! Leave my so out of this," Roy bellowed at the crazed man who held his child. He stood with his hands up in the air, his alchemic gloves still in his back pocket, watching the other man, who was pointing a gun at Roy, hold his toddler son by the collar of his shirt.
"Please, he has nothing to do with this," Roy cringed when he heard his son's cries, "he's just an innocent child."
"You fucking State Alchemists didn't care about that when you killed in the Ishbal massacre," the man screamed, his hand that held the gun started shaking. The child's screams intensified.
"Please," Roy pleaded, "spare my son. I'll give my life to you just as long as my son is spared." The man on the other side of the room stilled, considering Mustang's offer. Roy's son did not stop his cries for 'Papa.'
"Normally I'd try to make you suffer more, but your death is more than adequate at the moment." The dark-skinned man set the toddler on the ground, letting him scurry to his father's feet. "Send him out of the room," the man continued, still aiming his gun at Roy, "he doesn't need to watch his father drop dead, like I did."
"Papa."
"Brain, listen to me," Roy's son looked up at him, while he stared ahead, "I want you to go into the kitchen."
"But I want to stay with you Papa!"
"You're going to do what I say, Brian."
"No Papa, I want to stay with you," the small boy retorted, frustrating Roy.
"BRIAN LISTEN," Roy roared, staring at his son through pained eyes, "you're going to go into the kitchen, like a good little boy, and lock the door. Whatever you hear, don't come out until Mommy gets home, understand?"
"But Papa—"
"No buts, do you understand?"
"Yes Papa," Brian looked down at his father's feet.
"Good boy, now go." Roy's cold gaze drifted back to the Ishbalan. Brian looked up at his father once more, trying to let him stay, before he ran off to the kitchen. Roy heard the kitchen door shut, but waited to speak until he heard the lock click.
"I'm all yours."
"You, sir," the Ishbalan smirked, "have no idea how much I'll enjoy this!" He reamed his gun for Roy's heart. "Good bye State Alchemis—"
"Roy! Get down!" The Ishbalan whipped around, following the for that ran into the hallway outside the room.
Two shots were fired…
Roy looked up from his crouched position on the floor, and watched the Ishbalan drop to the floor, a hole in his forehead. His gaze traveled to the wall in the hallway, where he watched the blonde haired woman, gun already dropped, slide down the wall, leaving a red-smeared trail behind her.
"RIZA!"
It wasn't until late that week when Roy had to explain to his son, while around his subordinates, why they were putting his mother into the ground.
AN: Okies….now that that one's out….I'll reply to comments in the next drabble:runs and hides in a corner:
