Death/The End
It's one of my fan fic drabbles. It was written in about 15 minutes >.> So this chapter probably isn’t as higher quality as my other chapters (The narcist in me says, it’s better than the other stuff out there XD) Odd thing I never like is the depiction of the Emo!Roy. Just odd for me. I think I might’ve contradicted myself in this chapter
Chapter Eleven:
Death/The End
He often learned in literature, bells often hold great symbolism into events. The most famous of being is death. Every time he hears those damnable bells, the flashback of her death haunted him. When he’s awake, when he’s asleep, one torturous day after another.
Her pale blood soaked skin, her hair unruly. The disbelief and shook overcame him. She wasn’t supposed to be the intended victim. He was, now he’s paying dearly. He might as well have murdered her. She was his closest connection. She paid the price, they were warning him of what may happen if he gets ahead of himself.
A fact he’s been trying to run away from most of his life is now staring him back in his face. Roy Mustang is a murderer. He’s no better than that bastard, Barry the Chopper. Hell, even he admits that he’s a murderer.
Now he’s standing in front of the grave stone of the only woman he could ever love. She stood to her words, that she’ll protect him. How ironic, who’s going to protect him now? She’s was the only reason why his sanity ever held after Hughes’ death. The one person who wasn’t afraid to challenge him.
Now what’s left behind? Absolutely nothing.
Chapter Eleven:
Death/The End
He often learned in literature, bells often hold great symbolism into events. The most famous of being is death. Every time he hears those damnable bells, the flashback of her death haunted him. When he’s awake, when he’s asleep, one torturous day after another.
Her pale blood soaked skin, her hair unruly. The disbelief and shook overcame him. She wasn’t supposed to be the intended victim. He was, now he’s paying dearly. He might as well have murdered her. She was his closest connection. She paid the price, they were warning him of what may happen if he gets ahead of himself.
A fact he’s been trying to run away from most of his life is now staring him back in his face. Roy Mustang is a murderer. He’s no better than that bastard, Barry the Chopper. Hell, even he admits that he’s a murderer.
Now he’s standing in front of the grave stone of the only woman he could ever love. She stood to her words, that she’ll protect him. How ironic, who’s going to protect him now? She’s was the only reason why his sanity ever held after Hughes’ death. The one person who wasn’t afraid to challenge him.
Now what’s left behind? Absolutely nothing.