Notes

Inspired by that one scene where Riza raised her gun against Roy in Fullmetal Alchemist.

Royai maaaan!

Probably the same as His Cage and Stay Awake.

Mercy is a song by Muse (aka to lazy to think of the title).

He was young. No more than a mere child, with small limbs and wide blue eyes.

Holding weapons, and seeing red.

One by one, another child was lost.

Killed by their hands,

Or by his hands.

Magic, weapons, no soul was left behind.

Friends? He had none.

Because all of them were dead.

So was his sanity, only held tight by a smile and the will to survive.

There might be an end, he used to think. Maybe he could continue to live, as a monster.

And still he lived.

Days were gone, the dark was slowly dissipating in the apocalyptic.

He was still a monster, but even a monster living in a dark stained red world was graced by the sun.

It felt warm.

And he hoped.

Red and corpses were lying on the grounds.

The cursed weapon in his hands never stopped sniping other's lives.

He had always known, in this world he didn't have a place to fit in.

But maybe, he could be with them.

Behind them to protect.

Shinya laughed at the irony, trembling hands holding Byakkomaru straight. His finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

"Please," Shinya bit his lip, staring at the back of his precious person. Whose dark uniform was covered by the blood red cape. "Don't go where I cannot follow."

(Don't make me do this.)

Black strands swayed as he glanced at him. "What are you talking about Shinya?" That soft smile graced his lips, but the violet eyes were cold.

Shinya knew, he wasn't him anymore.

In the end, a flick of his finger blasted everything.

(That person was gone.

So am I.)