Title: Waves
Author: Sofipitch
Series: Brotherhood/Manga
Word Count: 331
Rating: PG
Characters: Havoc
Summary: It's scary to die alone.
Warnings: just spoilers really
A/N: This piece won second place at fma_fic_contest on lj.
Like ripples on water, the transmutation expanded out from Central and grew larger as it rushed to cover Amestris up to its borders. You could see the electrical red light of the array as it heads your way. The light breeze that had been blowing across the countryside had sped up into a frightful wind and the ground below you held a slight tremor. Your wheelchair rocked and appliances around you vibrated in place.
You release a puff of smoke from your lungs and twirl the cigarette nestled in between your fingers. It's frightening to know that the end is approaching but even more so that you are facing it alone. Those who had been fighting in Central were all probably dead by now.
"Damnit, we failed," was all you could think to say, for when you've put all your faith into one plan, one project, or one objective, and it finds itself to be incomplete, is there anything else you could ever say than to express understanding that you have failed? You couldn't think of anything else, for you had truly believed that they would succeed and beat the monsters that had rendered you useless.
As the red light envelops you, you feel yourself look around, scan the room, for someone or something, some type of companion that could share and witness your demise. You existed, and although you weren't able to do much, you fought in this rebellion, you fought to stay alive, but now you would die, and no one would ever know who you were.
You believed that you were born to fight in this rebellion, it is of course your greatest contribution to humanity, but it was so sad to think that all that would now just die in vain. No one would know who Jean Havoc was or how much effort you put into trying to help people. And how many plans you had made to continue doing so.
We just couldn't have lost, could—