Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever or have ever owned Full Metal Alchemist
--- Gunshot ---
All Riza's life she was surrounded by the sound of gunshots. Her grandfather was a sharpshooter. Her older brother was a deer hunter. And she herself was a sniper. The sound of guns shooting into the night haunted her dreams ever since Ishbal. So then why after all that, does the sound of a twenty-one gun salute sound so foreign to her? Each shot that rang through the air sent shivers up her spine and caused her to jump. Twenty-one shots, all to say good-bye the man known as the Flame Alchemist. All to say, rest in peace Roy Mustang.
A/N - I need to move from the angst type. Damn!