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ajremixTitle: One Foot in the Grave
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Word Count: 444
Characters: Havoc, Roy
Summary: Havoc on the Ishbar War. And those he’ll follow to his death.
Havoc had a decently good memory. He could remember the Ishbar War and the things he wished he couldn’t remember. He could remember the first man he was ever willing to follow to the grave, the colonel that led his division in the war. He could remember the arguments his colonel would get into with everyone else because he wouldn’t allow his men to just shoot every Ishbarite. He could remember the glare he got when the general caught him protecting a little red-eyed boy who was caught up in a firefight.
“He could have been an enemy, Corporal.”
“An unarmed person is not my enemy, sir.”
“And when he comes back to put a bullet in your back?”
“Then he will be my enemy.”
His colonel then redirected the general’s attention and a silent glance had Havoc escorting the little boy to the edge of the military’s perimeter.
Whenever he thought about that instant, he always remembered the one thing his colonel said to him alone.
“A good leader would never ask of his men what he himself cannot do.”
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and overlay the colonel of old with the colonel he knew now.
“I don’t pepper anything down. Not for my boys and not for the fat heads ordering us around and I’m not going to start now. They’re sending us on a suicide mission. We’re to raid what’s been confirmed as a weapon holding area. There will be heavy casualties, but succeeding means they’ll have less weapons to kill us with. Anyone who loves their lives that much are free to run away. I’ll go alone if I have to.”
But he didn’t and all of them knew it.
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and think that he misses his old colonel. The rough-n-gruff voice, the unrelenting attitude and the unconditional love for those that served under him.
“Where….?”
“My name is Major Mustang. My squad and I found you while we were out on patrol. You’ve got a concussion but your wounds will heal in time.”
“Did anyone else make it?”
“No, you’re the only one we found that lived.”
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and wonder if anyone else really did survive the suicide raid.
“You know I was supposed to die, right?”
“I know.”
“You should have left me to die like I was supposed to.”
“I don’t know how you grunts do things and, in some cases, I don’t care. I wouldn’t leave a man behind to die and I won’t ask anyone else to do it, either.”
If they did, he hoped they found another person to follow to the grave once more.
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Word Count: 444
Characters: Havoc, Roy
Summary: Havoc on the Ishbar War. And those he’ll follow to his death.
Havoc had a decently good memory. He could remember the Ishbar War and the things he wished he couldn’t remember. He could remember the first man he was ever willing to follow to the grave, the colonel that led his division in the war. He could remember the arguments his colonel would get into with everyone else because he wouldn’t allow his men to just shoot every Ishbarite. He could remember the glare he got when the general caught him protecting a little red-eyed boy who was caught up in a firefight.
“He could have been an enemy, Corporal.”
“An unarmed person is not my enemy, sir.”
“And when he comes back to put a bullet in your back?”
“Then he will be my enemy.”
His colonel then redirected the general’s attention and a silent glance had Havoc escorting the little boy to the edge of the military’s perimeter.
Whenever he thought about that instant, he always remembered the one thing his colonel said to him alone.
“A good leader would never ask of his men what he himself cannot do.”
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and overlay the colonel of old with the colonel he knew now.
“I don’t pepper anything down. Not for my boys and not for the fat heads ordering us around and I’m not going to start now. They’re sending us on a suicide mission. We’re to raid what’s been confirmed as a weapon holding area. There will be heavy casualties, but succeeding means they’ll have less weapons to kill us with. Anyone who loves their lives that much are free to run away. I’ll go alone if I have to.”
But he didn’t and all of them knew it.
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and think that he misses his old colonel. The rough-n-gruff voice, the unrelenting attitude and the unconditional love for those that served under him.
“Where….?”
“My name is Major Mustang. My squad and I found you while we were out on patrol. You’ve got a concussion but your wounds will heal in time.”
“Did anyone else make it?”
“No, you’re the only one we found that lived.”
Sometimes Havoc would sit back and wonder if anyone else really did survive the suicide raid.
“You know I was supposed to die, right?”
“I know.”
“You should have left me to die like I was supposed to.”
“I don’t know how you grunts do things and, in some cases, I don’t care. I wouldn’t leave a man behind to die and I won’t ask anyone else to do it, either.”
If they did, he hoped they found another person to follow to the grave once more.
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Date: 2005-03-07 12:32 pm (UTC)Hope you don´t mind.
Very nice piece. I always love when people write any of Roy´s subordinates. I have inmense liking for Havoc. And I love everything you imply about his actual loyalty to Roy. An interesting take on Havoc´s past. Well done!
“I don’t know how you grunts do things and, in some cases, I don’t care. I wouldn’t leave a man behind to die and I won’t ask anyone else to do it, either.”
*sighs happily*
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Date: 2005-03-11 11:48 pm (UTC)I've always loved Havoc and his loyalty always attracted me to his character. One thing I've always like about open-ended characters is the ability to dwell on the sort of lives they had before you were shown them.
Thanks for the comment^-^