Title: Ishval

Genre: General

Rating: T

Warnings: Violence

Roy ducked, fingers ready to snap. That was his thing; watch the bullets, calculate where they came from, then burn the motherfuckers to crisp.

He was young, the bodies he'd seen outnumbering the years he'd been breathing, and so do the deaths he'd caused.

He was scared, but never let that show, except for, maybe, Maes. Because his best friend won't make fun of him. He'd tell him about his girl at home, elaborating how he plans to propose. His stories made Roy forget the death lurking around him and remember the life waiting back at home.

This was Ishval.