[fic] Apple Red
Title: Apple Red
Author: automailvariant
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13(?)
Warnings: Blood, possible death
Author notes: Done for a meme; this proves that I can't think in any terms but angst.
Everyone died.
He didn't quite know how it happened, really, when he thought back. It was just- and then-
Boom.
He'd known that alchemical power was almost limitless, save the strain it took on the person controlling it, but that was all will, and some people, he knew, were indomitable. Perhaps, he sneered at himself, staring over the shambles of what was left of a town, he should not be so unshakable. His hands shook.
There were bodies and blood, and the dust caught at the back of his throat; he tasted the copper against his tongue.
Was that his own blood?
Boulders, not really rocks, but slabs of building walls, had tumbled. A hand stuck out here, a boot over there. He thought he saw a head, and bile rose in his throat.
Everyone died.
The wind blew, and blue uniforms' coattails flapped, where they weren't sticky and laden with dirt and blood. The other uniforms didn't have such garish decoration. They didn't move. His hair brushed into his eyes, blurring his vision, but he simply watched.
He could feel a warmth at his side; he'd probably been stabbed or shot, because his clothes felt sticky with red and numbness. His knees, he thought, at one point, didn't seem to be able to support him very well anymore, when he realized he was sitting on the ground.
His hand went to his side and came back shiny, apple red.
Everyone dies.
Silent in his mind, the phrase abruptly shifted. He blinked. Everyone wasn't supposed to die. Yes they were; everyone dies sometime. But- but not here. Why here?
Stupid boy.
Everything was blurry and he didn't know what from. His eyes were hot, his face warm and body suddenly cold.
What had he done?
He felt the ground on his cheek. It smelled of ozone and blood, and dirt. Sweaty. He wondered if he could get up. Probably not.
There was no one else.
Everyone was dead.
His burnished gold eyes closed.
Everyone dies.
Author: automailvariant
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13(?)
Warnings: Blood, possible death
Author notes: Done for a meme; this proves that I can't think in any terms but angst.
Everyone died.
He didn't quite know how it happened, really, when he thought back. It was just- and then-
Boom.
He'd known that alchemical power was almost limitless, save the strain it took on the person controlling it, but that was all will, and some people, he knew, were indomitable. Perhaps, he sneered at himself, staring over the shambles of what was left of a town, he should not be so unshakable. His hands shook.
There were bodies and blood, and the dust caught at the back of his throat; he tasted the copper against his tongue.
Was that his own blood?
Boulders, not really rocks, but slabs of building walls, had tumbled. A hand stuck out here, a boot over there. He thought he saw a head, and bile rose in his throat.
Everyone died.
The wind blew, and blue uniforms' coattails flapped, where they weren't sticky and laden with dirt and blood. The other uniforms didn't have such garish decoration. They didn't move. His hair brushed into his eyes, blurring his vision, but he simply watched.
He could feel a warmth at his side; he'd probably been stabbed or shot, because his clothes felt sticky with red and numbness. His knees, he thought, at one point, didn't seem to be able to support him very well anymore, when he realized he was sitting on the ground.
His hand went to his side and came back shiny, apple red.
Everyone dies.
Silent in his mind, the phrase abruptly shifted. He blinked. Everyone wasn't supposed to die. Yes they were; everyone dies sometime. But- but not here. Why here?
Stupid boy.
Everything was blurry and he didn't know what from. His eyes were hot, his face warm and body suddenly cold.
What had he done?
He felt the ground on his cheek. It smelled of ozone and blood, and dirt. Sweaty. He wondered if he could get up. Probably not.
There was no one else.
Everyone was dead.
His burnished gold eyes closed.
Everyone dies.