(A/N) I I decided that I would dedicate this chapter to Akasha-chan91! thanks for your help with my other fanfics (you know which ones) and all , but I won't update them so I thought I would dedicate this chapter to you

Thanks for those who reviewed and put me in the fav. THANKS!

Now with the fic...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

The Military Dog

Chapter 3

-Ed's POV-

Something inside of me said that I would never forget this mission. At first I thought that I was exaggerating. But now I started to understand that I didn't. I and all those soldiers were sent to Liore as support. People from there started to fight with one another and the military decided to interfere. And the worse from it all was that it was all my fault. That was I who brought war there. After I showed people that Cornello was only a fake priest they didn't know who to believe. They divided in to the groups of Cornello believers and those who wanted to fight Cornello and his people.

I ruined it. Their dreams and wishes. I remembered this city as calm and quiet but now it was so far from it. If I knew then that all I would do was bring pain, I wouldn't even put my feet in this city. I didn't want to make them suffer.

Then I saw some military soldiers who were holding a couple of people who tried to put a fight, but they were too weak. They probably would be a new prisoners. When they were passing me they shot me a death glares. I didn't know if they blamed me for what had happened to them, or just because of that I was one of the military dogs. But did they know who I was? If no then they should, they had a right to know the cause of that mess.

I didn't suppose I would be send on war. Yes it was war. But a small one. Something like a rebellion. But it didn't change much. War was still war. War! When I thought of this word, I felt bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of a distant, finished, monstrous, unnatural thing. It seemed like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians had to get hurt in wars. This was a cruel place to be. It only separated and destroyed families and friendships. When I was in that car I heard some discussions. Soldiers were talking about their families and friends. Of people who were waiting for them to come back. Almost everyone had someone to return for. Did I have someone like that as well? Did I have someone to return for? Of course I had! Alphonse, he was waiting for me. He was...right? I didn't know what to think. He sounded so hurt when I told him that I wouldn't be back. But I had to live for him! I couldn't forget why I was still here. I had to protect him. And if I was ordered to go on the war I would obey this order.

I looked at this city. This place was really horrible. Nothing similar to that what I had remembered. Even the weather was against us. A damp, misting rain had been playing hide and seek with the sunshine and it was enough to settle the dust on the ground enough to make the mud a real rain would spawn. There was only one simple world that described this place. Chaos. I could smell the gun smoke now. Gun smoke and something else. Something that I had been familiar with. It was a gun and a blood smoke...

Everywhere. Everywhere were people who were running and screaming. Military men started to shoot at them. I couldn't believe this. They were pointing guns at innocent people. People who didn't do anything wrong. I turned my gaze, I didn't want to look at that. But that was my another mistake what I done in my life. I was sure one thing. I would never forget this, never. When I turned my gaze away from all screams and beginning for help I tried to block them all out. I couldn't stand it. But still I heard them. So I did the first thing that was on my mind: ran away. I started to run away from there, I wanted to find place which were calm and quiet without all those screams. I could feel Kimbley's sight on me when I went away from there. He didn't stop me. He didn't even ask me where I was going. It was only because he knew I would be back. He was sure of it.

Finally I found a rather quiet place, or so I thought. Then I saw a man who collapsed on the ground right in front of me, fresh blood was spreading from beneath his head. I was so surprised that I didn't even hear when men with military uniforms on had walked up to him, they shot him in the head one more time like they weren't sure if they had killed him, I watched as they took his gun and something from his pocket then walked away laughing into the dark street, their voices were echoing against now the empty city's buildings. What I was doing there? It was clear from the fear in their eyes and the anger in their voices as they barked orders that they wanted to find somebody to kill. They only gave orders, as if we were their prisoners. I never seen something like that. How could they just kill him, without any emotions. I used to call the homunculi the monsters, creatures. But what was the real meaning of being a monster? Who are the real monsters? Those who struggle in order to fight those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?

I couldn't watch this dead man any more. I felt something wet on my cheeks. My tears mixed with the cold rain. I didn't know when they started to leaking from my eyes. I quickly turned around and ran. I didn't even know where I was running. There was only one think I wanted now: ran as far as I could.

I started to feel tired. My legs were slower then before so I decided to stop. I looked at the view before me. People were emerging from the gun smoke, running away, more of them were running into it and even more were standing in shock, screaming, crying for help . A woman walked by carrying the dead body cowered in blood of her child...

That was my first day. My first day in war. Colonel was in the Ishbal Massacre for seven years and I felt like I couldn't spend there even seven more minutes...

War should belong to the tragic past, to the history where should be her right place...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I met someone. His name was Kevin. He was twenty three years old. He had got a short dark brown hair and a kindly blue eyes. He wanted to help me survive in here. I would survive on my own, but at least I had some company. And how we meet?

FLASH BACK

We were fighting with our enemy. I was standing with my gun in my right hand. I didn't even once pull the trigger. I couldn't make myself to do so. It seemed that we were winning, but soon we found out that we were wrong.

When suddenly our enemies began to fight with more determination and with better preparation we began to slowly loose. Soldiers were shouting at me to move. To did something like use my alchemy skills to kill all our enemies. But I didn't dare to move.

But I saw someone running right on me, he had a sharp blade in his hand. And I knew that he wanted to kill me with it. I quickly raised my right hand in order to shot, but when my finger was on the trigger I couldn't move him. I tried but I just couldn't take someone's life. Some voice in my screamed to move. To ran. But my legs didn't listen to my mind. I found myself completely numb, so I closed my eyes and waited for death to came, but it never did. After some time I opened them and saw that the attacking me man was laying dead in the pool of his own blood. Then some soldier rushed towards me and asked if I was alright. That was Kevin.

END OF FLASH BACK

''Never think that the war is a crime. I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can do the same for them'' He was always telling this. He was really wise and brave. He didn't fear death.

I owed him. He told me that we all had someone who would always wait for us. Always. And if I didn't want to fight for myself , then I should fight for that person. He said every person had his 'family'. It didn't matter if they were related or not. People who care for one another were already families.

I told him about Al and about my fears of loosing him. I didn't know why but I felt like I could trust him. Trust him with my own life. He always had a good advice. He said that I shouldn't be scared to kill. He asked me a question. He asked me what I would do if someone was pointing with pistol at my brother. I answered right back that I would kill him. I was scared of that answer...

But one day everything changed. I killed a men. He was holding his pistol and pointing with it straight at me. I didn't know what I was doing. That was happening so fast. I didn't even know when I grabbed my gun and pulled by the trigger. But I did. I killed him. When he fell to the dirty ground I ran to him. From the corner of his lips was streaking fresh blood. He was still breathing, he was looking at me, with hate in his eyes. Then he said something that I didn't understand. I was thinking of this often. About what he had said, but I didn't know. I didn't know or I didn't want to know...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

By now the sound of gun shots rarely distracted me. After a while I got used to it. It had been almost two weeks since I got here. But no matter how long I had been here I couldn't get myself used to the death.

But when I killed for the first time. When I became a murderer I was thinking only about one thing. I was focused at Al. ''Live for him'' I wanted to return home and see him. His innocent eyes and his smile. I would survive this war for him!

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

(A/N) Sorry that it's short. But it's already 3 in the morning and I'm tired.

Tell me what you think. REVIEW! Oh, and sorry for all mistakes!