Maes fic! 8D
...Posting this here because I felt like it. xD
It's not done, of course-- I'll probably do a lot of revision once I get the rest of it done-- but whatever. I sent part of it to Cat a million years ago and she seemed to like it, so here you go~!
Fic: ...I don't know what to title this yet >.<
Rating: PG-13 (Wow, Tori... no lemon? xD)
Pairing: None mentioned yet, but later hints of canon pairings which includes several shades of Hughes/Roy as far as I'm concerned.
Genre: ...Probably angst/gen, I think...
Spoilers: The same spoiler everyone warns for in FMA fic that involves poor Maes. T____T
Anyway... yeah. Enjoy, I guess ._.
:['>Bang.
I heard the shot before I felt it, before I even saw the flash. That second afterward, that shocked moment, that brief pause... it could have lasted forever as far as I was concerned. I was so out of it that I could have sworn I saw the bullet itself, flying towards me before I could do anything. I stared at her-- at it, whatever it was that was wearing my Gracia's face-- and it looked back at me with a victorious, almost hungry expression. I knew what it was going to do. It wanted to kill me before I had the chance to get away... Like an idiot I kept staring. That brief pause could have lasted forever.
But then the moment was over and I felt it.
The thing just turned around and walked away as I jolted back, clenching my teeth as the shot punched right into my chest and knocked the wind out me. I expected it to hurt, to make me scream, to yank at me... but all I felt was fatigue like a dull throb. Like an already-old bruise I'd feel right before I went to sleep.
I couldn't hold my arm up anymore. I barely felt it drop to my side.
The thing walking away didn't even glance back as an almost pleasant sort of warmness spread from the ache. My vision started to tunnel, I stopped feeling my hands and feet. I stopped feeling my legs, the world tipped, and it slowly dawned on me that I was dying.
Dying. Me. Now.
No...
No!
I couldn't die here, I thought frantically. I was so close... we were so close... I had a secret that could bring down the top dogs. Evidence would be easy to get. If Roy and I could just be careful about it... tell the right things to the right people... God, we'd be heroes. He'd be promoted to Brigadier General within the year. Hell, I would! We could get him to the top before we knew it!
I just had to tell him. I had to tell him. I could barely see-- my glasses must have fallen off-- but I could tell I was on my back. I had to get up. Had to tell him, had to get to him. I had to...
I wasn't going to die here. It just wasn't possible.
I had promised him.
I couldn't die now...
X-X-X
Laughing. "See? I told'ja!"
Surprised. "Well, I'll be damned."
Thoughful. "I had a feeling."
Voices. Three voices that I think I've never heard before, but they all sound so familiar. A girl, a man, and a woman... especially the little girl, I don't know her but I do, who is she...?
"Hey, mister Hughes? Can you hear us?" The little girl's voice. No wait, I have heard it before. A long time ago, probably... a childhood friend? No, not that long ago...
I feel her shaking my arm, and I open my eyes... Dark. I can't see a thing. I reach around tiredly...
"Something wrong?" The woman sounds softly concerned.
"Glasses..." I mumble.
A laugh from the little girl at my side. "I'll get 'em!" she sings.
The woman chuckles a bit. "Strange, the things we carry over..."
"They're part of his appearance," the man tells her-- reminds her, it sounds like. "I've seen plenty of people carry over a pair of glasses, or a cane... even automail, though most prefer to have all their limbs intact."
Before I can think about their odd exchange, the little girl is back with a "Here ya go!" as she slips my glasses back on with surprising dexterity for someone who sounds so young.
I blink up at the night sky, up at the girl leaning over me with an excited look on her face. She grins at me with big, blue eyes. I swear I've seen her before...
"Come on," the woman says nicely, offering a hand to help me up. For the first time I look at her face, and I feel calmer already. She has large, kind gray-green eyes, and a distinctly maternal face. I take her hand, and the little girl gets behind my shoulders and helps push me up, still laughing sweetly and flipping her braids around.
"Thank..." But the words of gratitude die in my throat as I turn to look at her. My eyes widen and I have to struggle to find what I want to say.
"What... what the hell is...?!"
Behind the little girl-- no, underneath her, she's standing on it-- is a body. A body staring up at the heavens in a shadow of shock and desperation, the light gone from its eyes, its mouth slack. The dead man's chest is covered in blood, and after a second I hear myself gasp, and I feel around quickly for the blood on me...
"Please don't be alarmed, Maes... or do you prefer your surname? Maybe just Lieutenant Colonel?" I can hardly hear the woman's gentle tones.
"Not for long, they're sure to promote you after this." The man sounds like he could be laughing. Laughing. I whip around, shocked-- and for some reason, angry-- and then I gasp again as I see the man's face for the first time.
His hair is dirty blond. His eyes are dark gold. His face is an expression of smug amusement, like he just told some great joke and I'm too dumb to get it. He looks like... but he's just way too young to be...
"Please forgive Demetri," the woman says in apology, taking my arm. I finally tear my gaze off of the golden-eyed man, only to catch sight of the body. She tries to make me face her, but I can't look up again from the dead man.
His skin is losing color, I can tell that even in the dim light from the stars. Blood pools around his still form, his hands are half-closed and probably stiff from rigor mortis, his glasses are somewhere off to the side...
I barely register the woman sigh. She lets go of my arm and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, finally introducing herself as I stare in horror at the body.
"My name is Trisha Elric," she says, but I can hardly hear her as I swallow and try to take in the face right in front of me, the dead man's face, my face.
I'm staring at my own corpse.
X-X-X
I'm working on the next chapter/section as we speak, I promise. T.T
Though for some reason, this feels a little weak to me... like there's just something missing. I can't figure out what. Do you guys see any glaring errors, or anything? :/
It's not done, of course-- I'll probably do a lot of revision once I get the rest of it done-- but whatever. I sent part of it to Cat a million years ago and she seemed to like it, so here you go~!
Fic: ...I don't know what to title this yet >.<
Rating: PG-13 (Wow, Tori... no lemon? xD)
Pairing: None mentioned yet, but later hints of canon pairings which includes several shades of Hughes/Roy as far as I'm concerned.
Genre: ...Probably angst/gen, I think...
Spoilers: The same spoiler everyone warns for in FMA fic that involves poor Maes. T____T
Anyway... yeah. Enjoy, I guess ._.
:['>Bang.
I heard the shot before I felt it, before I even saw the flash. That second afterward, that shocked moment, that brief pause... it could have lasted forever as far as I was concerned. I was so out of it that I could have sworn I saw the bullet itself, flying towards me before I could do anything. I stared at her-- at it, whatever it was that was wearing my Gracia's face-- and it looked back at me with a victorious, almost hungry expression. I knew what it was going to do. It wanted to kill me before I had the chance to get away... Like an idiot I kept staring. That brief pause could have lasted forever.
But then the moment was over and I felt it.
The thing just turned around and walked away as I jolted back, clenching my teeth as the shot punched right into my chest and knocked the wind out me. I expected it to hurt, to make me scream, to yank at me... but all I felt was fatigue like a dull throb. Like an already-old bruise I'd feel right before I went to sleep.
I couldn't hold my arm up anymore. I barely felt it drop to my side.
The thing walking away didn't even glance back as an almost pleasant sort of warmness spread from the ache. My vision started to tunnel, I stopped feeling my hands and feet. I stopped feeling my legs, the world tipped, and it slowly dawned on me that I was dying.
Dying. Me. Now.
No...
No!
I couldn't die here, I thought frantically. I was so close... we were so close... I had a secret that could bring down the top dogs. Evidence would be easy to get. If Roy and I could just be careful about it... tell the right things to the right people... God, we'd be heroes. He'd be promoted to Brigadier General within the year. Hell, I would! We could get him to the top before we knew it!
I just had to tell him. I had to tell him. I could barely see-- my glasses must have fallen off-- but I could tell I was on my back. I had to get up. Had to tell him, had to get to him. I had to...
I wasn't going to die here. It just wasn't possible.
I had promised him.
I couldn't die now...
X-X-X
Laughing. "See? I told'ja!"
Surprised. "Well, I'll be damned."
Thoughful. "I had a feeling."
Voices. Three voices that I think I've never heard before, but they all sound so familiar. A girl, a man, and a woman... especially the little girl, I don't know her but I do, who is she...?
"Hey, mister Hughes? Can you hear us?" The little girl's voice. No wait, I have heard it before. A long time ago, probably... a childhood friend? No, not that long ago...
I feel her shaking my arm, and I open my eyes... Dark. I can't see a thing. I reach around tiredly...
"Something wrong?" The woman sounds softly concerned.
"Glasses..." I mumble.
A laugh from the little girl at my side. "I'll get 'em!" she sings.
The woman chuckles a bit. "Strange, the things we carry over..."
"They're part of his appearance," the man tells her-- reminds her, it sounds like. "I've seen plenty of people carry over a pair of glasses, or a cane... even automail, though most prefer to have all their limbs intact."
Before I can think about their odd exchange, the little girl is back with a "Here ya go!" as she slips my glasses back on with surprising dexterity for someone who sounds so young.
I blink up at the night sky, up at the girl leaning over me with an excited look on her face. She grins at me with big, blue eyes. I swear I've seen her before...
"Come on," the woman says nicely, offering a hand to help me up. For the first time I look at her face, and I feel calmer already. She has large, kind gray-green eyes, and a distinctly maternal face. I take her hand, and the little girl gets behind my shoulders and helps push me up, still laughing sweetly and flipping her braids around.
"Thank..." But the words of gratitude die in my throat as I turn to look at her. My eyes widen and I have to struggle to find what I want to say.
"What... what the hell is...?!"
Behind the little girl-- no, underneath her, she's standing on it-- is a body. A body staring up at the heavens in a shadow of shock and desperation, the light gone from its eyes, its mouth slack. The dead man's chest is covered in blood, and after a second I hear myself gasp, and I feel around quickly for the blood on me...
"Please don't be alarmed, Maes... or do you prefer your surname? Maybe just Lieutenant Colonel?" I can hardly hear the woman's gentle tones.
"Not for long, they're sure to promote you after this." The man sounds like he could be laughing. Laughing. I whip around, shocked-- and for some reason, angry-- and then I gasp again as I see the man's face for the first time.
His hair is dirty blond. His eyes are dark gold. His face is an expression of smug amusement, like he just told some great joke and I'm too dumb to get it. He looks like... but he's just way too young to be...
"Please forgive Demetri," the woman says in apology, taking my arm. I finally tear my gaze off of the golden-eyed man, only to catch sight of the body. She tries to make me face her, but I can't look up again from the dead man.
His skin is losing color, I can tell that even in the dim light from the stars. Blood pools around his still form, his hands are half-closed and probably stiff from rigor mortis, his glasses are somewhere off to the side...
I barely register the woman sigh. She lets go of my arm and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, finally introducing herself as I stare in horror at the body.
"My name is Trisha Elric," she says, but I can hardly hear her as I swallow and try to take in the face right in front of me, the dead man's face, my face.
I'm staring at my own corpse.
X-X-X
I'm working on the next chapter/section as we speak, I promise. T.T
Though for some reason, this feels a little weak to me... like there's just something missing. I can't figure out what. Do you guys see any glaring errors, or anything? :/