Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ For Your Own Good ❯ Heads Will Roll ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimers: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist you can bet Hughes wouldn’t have died. XP So no, I don’t own it.

Well this is my first ever FMA fanfiction. I usually do Dragon Ball Z or Case Closed so this is somewhat of a twist for me. I’m only planning to do one of these because I’m having a hard enough time writing even this one. It’s hard to stick any sort of fanfic in this series because there’s so little that can be done to improve it. It’s the best anime I’ve seen yet and I really can’t make a story that would do it justice on a regular basis. This one is a true exception. It came to me one day and ever since I’ve been greatly researching and trying to expand the idea. Unfortunately most fanfics I’ve seen have been romances and not epics. Which is really sort of bothersome for an action/adventure/angst writer such as myself. I like to be inspired by other writers of similar genres and animes. But when few are to be found, it makes it hard for me to write without feeling somewhat isolated.

To most people this story might be seen as hinting at a Ed X Roy relationship. In one way that is true. Ed and Roy will have an emotional battle as this goes along but not one about love. Instead they will struggling to respect and understand each other. So no, this is not a Ed and Roy Yaoi pairing. Nor will there be any other pairings save for the ones already on the show... At least I don’t plan on centering it around any relationships like that.

Not quite sure where I’m going with this. I have a small idea but I’m winging it after the first couple of chapters so please bear with me.

Sorry for the long author’s note. Now on with the story.

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Chapter One:

Heads Will Roll

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“To build may have to be the slow laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.”

-Sir Winston Churchill

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The storm’s pounding wrath rained down on the alleyway with incredible noise and weight. They were like little ice missiles pelting themselves down at the unsuspecting travelers that had not yet taken shelter. The rain collided against cobblestone walkways making things slicker and darker.

But the noise that ricocheted off the walls was far too soft to cut the thick tension that hung in the air. The rain slipped off the Flame Alchemist’s hair and flesh unnoticed. Roy’s skin was ice cold and his eyes wide open.

Only feet away was the prized outlaw- the Isbalian serial killer. The murderer of tan features, dark tattoo of embodied power, and the white cross over his face- the man known only as Scar.

A child knelt helpless before him, head bowed, hand over a empty crimson sleeve. Mustang inhaled a lungful of heavy air.

A suit of armor was screaming. The blonde braided boy did nothing. He did nothing at all.

“D-damn.” Mustang hissed through gritted teeth.

His arm was outstretched in aim of the monster. They were too far away to stop him. And in this rain, Roy was powerless. He snapped, and then again. His gloves sparked but nothing ignited.

“Dammit.”

Scar was leaning forward. His powerful hand was now on the child’s brow. Roy could hear Al’s screams echoing through his head.

“Damn. Damn. Damn.” Roy snapped his fingers again and again, “Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.”

The tattoo on Scar’s arm glowed. Colonel Mustang stopped dead- his eyes widened with horror.

There was a second of brief inhuman silence. And then a quiet whisper of an explosion inside the boy’s skull.

Ed’s head snapped back from the alchemic force. And blood issued forth, sickeningly adding to lucid rainwater. Beautiful golden strands of hair fell into puddles of thick blood and dyed themselves a nauseating abyss of deep red.

Roy heard the bloodcurdling screams of Edward’s brother. He heard the horror struck gasps of those around him. Hawkeye was cocking her six shooter. And all Roy did was stare, arm out, his useless fingers stuck in a useless position.

Scar rose with his hands clenched and eyes a devilish red. He moved his hand out toward Roy, Edward’s blood dribbling down them in thick streams, and then with a horrible smile he snapped his fingers.

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Roy shot awake drenched in cold sweat and soon there after with a bucket worth of water. Soaked to the bone and mildly irritated, Roy looked up from his desk at his assaulter. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stood firm against his glare, bucket still in position as if she dared him to fall asleep again.

“Hawkeye... What the hell?”

“With all due respect sir, you have a very bad tendency to wear your gloves when you sleep,” Hawkeye snapped placing a bucket calmly on his desk. “And an even worse tendency to snap.”

Roy’s frown slowly turned into a smirk at noticing all the scorch marks on his desk and the walls surrounding it. Seems he even got some of the couch too. Lucky him.

“You must have been having a hell of a dream,” Hawkeye continued. “You snapped at least five times before I was able to get in here.”

Roy rubbed his head nonchalantly and then shrugged. “Been having rather longer days than normal lately. Hughes keeps calling me and you know it takes him hours to get to a point.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry for drenching you... but when you took out the couch, a spark landed on your sleeve so I...”

“I understand, Lieutenant.” Roy sighed.

The dark haired man rose, eying the sky outside his window solemnly. It was nearly dusk now.

He unbuttoned his jacket carelessly and tossed it back upon the wet office chair. It slapped against the back of his chair. Roy did all of this without taking his eyes off the sunset even for a second. The sunset. His sunset. Roy didn’t smile at the reflection the window cast back upon him.

“S-sir.”

“Hm?” Roy turned seeing Hawkeye’s awkward stare. She looked somewhat murderous. And it suddenly struck the Colonel as to why that might be.

His white undershirt was just as wet as the jacket. With the jacket gone, his chest was clearly outlined through the thin white fabric.

Slightly embarrassed himself, Roy pulled at the wet shirt so that it hung off him more loosely. It didn’t help much. The wet fabric was highly attracted to his flesh.

“Permission to leave, sir?” inquired Hawkeye with polite and impressive resolution.

“Permission granted.” Roy nodded vigorously.

Riza almost too hastily took for the door. She managed to trip over a couple of debris from the leftover couch on her way out. It made the situation almost funny. Almost.

Once she had gone, Roy turned back to one of God’s ultimate paintings. The sun was an incredible and miraculous object feeding all of earth with sweet compassion and care. But at the same time it was a giant ball of gaseous flame and fire- the most destructive force of nature. It’s ironic existence never ceased to amaze the flame alchemist.

Roy smiled and then pulled the charred curtains closed.

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“Brother. Where are we headed this time? You still haven’t told me.”

Edward frowned and eyed the landscape speeding by their window. The train blared it’s whistle somewhere up front. Ed tugged on his ear and smiled softly at the setting sun.

“Back to central, Al. We gotta retrace our steps for a bit.”

“Riiiiight,” The suit of armor across from the boy sighed. “You should probably check in with the Colonel too.”

Edward’s smiling face immediately broke into a scowl. The suit of armor almost looked a bit regretful for bringing it up.

“I guess I should,” pouted Ed eyes still on the glowing sky. “Kind of hard to get a place to stay if I don’t.”

“Don’t worry, brother. It will only be for a day or so, right? We will leave quickly so you don’t... do anything rash.”

Ed looked slightly comforted by Al’s consolation but the scowl remained.

“Twenty-four hours,” Ed said sternly to his reflection. “I can make it in twenty-four hours, I guess.”
To Be Continued... Please R & R!

Well as I said before, this is my first FMA story. I can’t really tell when in the series this might have taken place. It’s kind of illogical in that sense but just bear with me. I’m going off of the manga more so in this one. Sort of a mix between the two of them actually. Don’t try to figure it out- it will only make your head hurt. As it did mine. :bewildered look:

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Thanks for reading.

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