Prompt 176, Arrogance, "Compare and Contrast"
Title: Compare and Contrast
Author: Sofipitch
Series: manga/brotherhood
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Envy
Summary: Roy’s teeth clenched and his eye twitched. The creature was being surprisingly blunt this time, was he getting desperate? Was he scared?
Warnings: spoilers
A/N: AU to what happened at the end of the fight with Envy. The word count was so cruel to me this week; I cut so much out of the original idea. *sobs*
Hawkeye nearly entered the room with him. As he saw her trying to enter he got a sickly feeling in his gut, reminding him of just who they were dealing with and how close he had come to killing her. "I think I'll handle this one alone, Lieutenant."
She looked confused for a second, but nodded her head and took a step back. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me."
When he entered alone he saw the creature in the jar’s eyes narrow. “Your babysitter isn’t going to come say hello? How rude.” The creature taunted.
Mustang narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going to let you try to kill her again.”
Envy scoffed. “I’m in too weak of a form to try and kill her.” A twisted smile stretched across the creature’s… face? Body? “It would have been quite the experience to kill her. You see, I’ve actually never strangled someone to death.” The creature let a dramatic pause settle before continuing. “I prefer guns.”
Roy’s teeth clenched and his eye twitched. The creature was being surprisingly blunt this time, was he getting desperate? Was he scared?
“Fullmetal also told me you were the one who started the civil war in Ishval.”
A patch of green skin just above his eye rose. “And…”
“Why did you do it?”
The thing snickered. “Why, the same reason you killed all those people in Ishval. I was ordered to.” The creature was so direct in comparing himself to Roy, as if there were no difference.
Roy bared his teeth at the creature. “Don’t compare yourself to me. You did it willingly. You took enjoyment out of it.” He snarled the last part, all he could do was picture Maes’ body limp on the floor of the telephone booth.
The creature seemed to take enjoyment out of Roy’s anger at him and his actions. He smiled. “You willingly joined the military.”
Envy loved the look on Mustang’s face when he said that. “I was looking to help the people of Amestris.”
“And I was looking to help the expansion of my race and my father.”
Mustang’s face twisted in one of anger. He wanted to kill that monster so badly. That was the one death he wouldn’t mourn over causing.
Envy was now starting to play games; he needed to leave. “You’re delusional if you think we are anything a like.” He walked out of the room before he ended up blowing that thing to pieces. He left Envy grinning in his prison.
“That thing would get along great with that mad bomber Kimblee. I’ll let the Furher handle him; I can’t without killing him.” He told Riza before she could ask how he was or how it went. Her back stiffened a little at the thought of what the Crimson Lotus Alchemist had told her on the battlefields of Ishval.
“Furher Armstrong will be determining his fate soon.” Riza said in condolence.
Oh how Mustang couldn’t wait for that day.
Author: Sofipitch
Series: manga/brotherhood
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Envy
Summary: Roy’s teeth clenched and his eye twitched. The creature was being surprisingly blunt this time, was he getting desperate? Was he scared?
Warnings: spoilers
A/N: AU to what happened at the end of the fight with Envy. The word count was so cruel to me this week; I cut so much out of the original idea. *sobs*
Hawkeye nearly entered the room with him. As he saw her trying to enter he got a sickly feeling in his gut, reminding him of just who they were dealing with and how close he had come to killing her. "I think I'll handle this one alone, Lieutenant."
She looked confused for a second, but nodded her head and took a step back. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me."
When he entered alone he saw the creature in the jar’s eyes narrow. “Your babysitter isn’t going to come say hello? How rude.” The creature taunted.
Mustang narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going to let you try to kill her again.”
Envy scoffed. “I’m in too weak of a form to try and kill her.” A twisted smile stretched across the creature’s… face? Body? “It would have been quite the experience to kill her. You see, I’ve actually never strangled someone to death.” The creature let a dramatic pause settle before continuing. “I prefer guns.”
Roy’s teeth clenched and his eye twitched. The creature was being surprisingly blunt this time, was he getting desperate? Was he scared?
“Fullmetal also told me you were the one who started the civil war in Ishval.”
A patch of green skin just above his eye rose. “And…”
“Why did you do it?”
The thing snickered. “Why, the same reason you killed all those people in Ishval. I was ordered to.” The creature was so direct in comparing himself to Roy, as if there were no difference.
Roy bared his teeth at the creature. “Don’t compare yourself to me. You did it willingly. You took enjoyment out of it.” He snarled the last part, all he could do was picture Maes’ body limp on the floor of the telephone booth.
The creature seemed to take enjoyment out of Roy’s anger at him and his actions. He smiled. “You willingly joined the military.”
Envy loved the look on Mustang’s face when he said that. “I was looking to help the people of Amestris.”
“And I was looking to help the expansion of my race and my father.”
Mustang’s face twisted in one of anger. He wanted to kill that monster so badly. That was the one death he wouldn’t mourn over causing.
Envy was now starting to play games; he needed to leave. “You’re delusional if you think we are anything a like.” He walked out of the room before he ended up blowing that thing to pieces. He left Envy grinning in his prison.
“That thing would get along great with that mad bomber Kimblee. I’ll let the Furher handle him; I can’t without killing him.” He told Riza before she could ask how he was or how it went. Her back stiffened a little at the thought of what the Crimson Lotus Alchemist had told her on the battlefields of Ishval.
“Furher Armstrong will be determining his fate soon.” Riza said in condolence.
Oh how Mustang couldn’t wait for that day.