Hihi hope you're hyped for the next chapter! Oh and HAPPY HALLOWEEN! MWUAHAHAHAHAA! XD
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
Daughterofapollo12345: haha Weeell, that's entirely up to you actually. I mixed a bit of Greed X Lena in, a bit of EdWin, some AlMei, Royai and a bit of LingFan.
Cassey: haha Well, I'm not really sure. At first I thought of being a combo of a cat and a vampire, but gave it up :P I think I'll just have that scary make up (the only make up I will ever wear lol) and some random costume ^^ But definitely no clown lol ^^
Bob: *.* Ah! Good idea Bob! Really good idea! I will definitely write it after all the Halloween prompts! :)
Penguin20: haha Happy Halloween to you too! ;)
CrazyCat: haha yeah I do, I thought you were still recovering ( I remember when I had busted ribs..god…that took a great while to heal (sweat drop)
Panic: Ah, thank you! (smiles and blushes) :3 Aww thanks again! I sometimes get random messages about people asking me in what unit I am (as in military unit XD) or if I experienced the trauma…etc. before for writing it so well. I was an embarrassed mess while replying to those you can imagine ^^ Ahh, "Monster", a good song if I do say so myself, I got it on my phone a long time ago, among other songs of Skillet and others :3 haha will do! *.* Ofc! Elicia! Why didn't I think of that? (shakes head) Hmmm….yeah…could work. Hahaha nah, don't worry ;) I usually think that about myself before I update my (long) list of one shot ideas eheh…
A Soldier's Burden
A gunshot.
Dead.
Another gunshot.
Dead.
And another one.
Dead.
"Look straight at the people you kill. Don't take your eyes off them for a second. And don't ever forget them, because they won't forget you,"
She shut her eyes tightly closed and threw her gun away, the weapon slamming loudly against the wall. Her hands were shaking, poised over her eyes, trying to shield herself from the world.
"War does not determine who is right, only who is left,"
The tears rapidly slid down her cheeks, images of her comrades in war resurfacing in her memory; Kimblee, Roy, Maes...
All of them.
They have all committed horrible atrocities they deserved to be hanged for, but she was the worst.
She did see her victims, but they did not see her. And that was the worst part.
They never knew when she would strike, when a bullet would be shot through their head or vital part of their body and kill them. She made sure their death would be as fast as possible, but that did not excuse anything at all.
She screamed, loud and broke, something she never allowed herself to do.
Maes made sure that she and Roy wouldn't succumb to their inner demons, when everyone would be asleep and when they would be for themselves, thinking of war, of the many lives that were lost.
But Riza saw the struggle, Maes was also struggling, trying not to listen to those voices in his head, telling him how horrible this whole thing was, that she should return to his mother and the woman he loved. That he should be able to go home and stand tall and proud, not a soldier with a broken heart and scarred mind.
Anything was better than this.
Sometimes, it was a clean slice to the throat, blood trickling rapidly down their wound, sickening gurgling sounds erupting from the victim's throat as he tried enclosing his fingers around the bleeding wound, fighting for his life, for those last precious seconds.
Sometimes, it were multiple bullet shots, a fierce burn would spread throughout their whole body, like they were suffering from a fever, then came the blinding pain, the frightening panic rising and spreading through them at the terrifying realization that they would die. That they wouldn't be able to live the life they wanted, that they would never see their loved ones again.
Sometimes, it were simple snaps of fingers, a rush of burning white hot heat, the smell of flesh being burned, the blood curling scream that made Riza's toes curl and made her blood freeze in her veins, her mind stopping short, the picture of the person being burned alive forever etched into her memory.
She didn't want any of this.
No, never. Never like this.
Dogs of the military.
It was an Ishvalan child...
Riza's eyes shut tightly closed again, her body trembling in fear, she felt sick to her stomach.
You didn't want to look at it. You wanted to escape from your unpleasant memories. You wanted to hide the traces of what you committed.
You ran away.
"No!" the words of her father rang in her ears, loud and clear, and she never felt as guilty and sinful as she did then.
Nothing could have silenced the demons roaring inside her head at this moment.
Not the comforting touch of the Flame Alchemist she loved.
Not the soothing words of her friends.
Not the affectionate lick to her hand of her faithful canine companion.
Nothing.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are too. They live inside us. And sometimes, they win.
Riza released a earth shattering scream from the depths of her stomach, crying her soul out to those that heard or wanted to hear.
I hope you enjoyed it! Next one will be funnier yet a little scary maybe! ;) Titled "Ice Cream: A Palmtree's Best Friend" (I think you know whom I'm going to write about) ^^