Untitled FMA Darkfic

By Jaelle



Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Character death, angst, DARK fic!
Pairings: Twisted Al/Winry



"But... if the same thing happened to you, nii-san, I would do the same. That follows the principle of equivalent trade, doesn’t it?"

“No! Revenge isn’t going to bring anything back! You just have to live. Live, and be happy.”

- Alphonse and Edward Elric, episode 15.



The bodies of the two conspirators lay scattered in pieces around the room. Blood coated the walls near where the first one had been virtually exploded, and half the head of the second man appeared to be melded into the ceiling. Their executioner stood and gazed at his work, before slowly turning towards the door. He paused in surprise when he saw the small figure standing outlined in the doorway. Golden hair glinted around their shoulders, and for a moment it almost looked like...

"Why?" The voice was full of pain and sorrow. "Why are you DOING this?"

The larger figure shifted slightly. "It was necessary," he replied. "They were planning on attacking one of the Ishvar settlement camps. Thousands would have been killed. This was better."

An anguished cry, "It is NOT better! You used Alchemy to kill!"

"Alchemy is a weapon, like any other."

"That's NOT TRUE! An Alchemist works for the good of all! YOU taught me that!"

The man shrugged, "Well."

The small figure entered the room, gazing in horror at the gruesome sight. The taller man moved slightly to block some of the view.

"You shouldn't come in here, you'll get nightmares."

The smaller figure laughed bitterly. "Too late to worry about that. I saw what you did back in Central."

"Oh." There seemed to be nothing to say to that. The larger man merely shrugged again and made as if to move past.

"Stop!" A silver watch flashed in the dim light. "I am a Nationally-Certified State Alchemist, and I am placing you under arrest for murder!"

He sighed. "You passed the exam then? Impressive. I'd congratulate you, but you shouldn't have done that. Now we have to be enemies."

"We don't have to do this," a thread of desperate pleading. "Stop. Please. Give yourself up. I don't want to have to kill you!"

"You can't kill me," a gentle tone, reassuring, calming, and surprisingly light. "Now stand aside."

"No! I won't let you murder any more people!"

And just like that, battle was joined. The two figures fought furiously, exchanging blows rapidly. It was soon clear that the smaller figure was deeply disadvantaged; the taller figure was faster, stronger and a much better fighter. One last hard blow and it was all over, the smaller figure slamming into the wall and crumpling to the floor. The taller man strode over and reached down to snap the neck quickly, a merciful death. Two hands shot out and grabbed his leg, and he had only a second to be surprised before there was a strange red glow from the ring the other person was wearing, and the lower half of his body exploded.

"... you got me..." he said, when he'd recovered from his surprise.

The smaller figure crawled to him, sobbing. "Al, Al!"

"Shhh..." Alphonse Elric reached out an arm towards her. "It's alright Winry."

"Al, you stupid!" Winry Rockbell snatched a wrench out of her jacket and banged it down on his helmet, the noise echoing around the room. "You stupid, stupid, STUPID, STUPID..." She hammered his helmet for a good five minutes before tiring. "Why did you do this? All those people... you killed all those people! WHY?" She broke down in tears.

"Awww... don't cry Winry," Al levered himself up on his hands. "It's okay."

"IT IS NOT OKAY!!! You MURDERED over FIFTY PEOPLE Al!"

"I had to," Al said calmly. "They killed nii-san."

"Not all of them!" Winry shouted. "They didn't all..."

"They were bad people Winry," Al replied simply. "They had to die."

"They... you..." Winry hit him with the wrench again. "You idiot! Do you really think that this is what Ed would have wanted you to do? Do you think Ed would be HAPPY that you did this? I kept hoping that eventually it would be too much and he'd come back just to kick your ass for this!" She hit him again. "Look at what you DID!!!"

"You're going to hurt yourself," Al said, reaching out and grabbing her arm. Pulling it close he examined the ring on her finger. "How did you get one of the imperfect Philosopher's Stones?"

Winry tried to tug away but his grip was unyielding. Finally she gave up trying. "Mustang gave it to me."

"Ah," Al released her. "Is he how you passed the test too?"

Winry nodded. "He fixed it for me after I failed the practical again. I'm not really any good at Alchemy. I can barely change a chicken into dinner." She rubbed her arm where he'd grasped her. "Al, Mustang is waiting outside with a squad to capture you if I fail." She reached over and began to stroke the dents she'd made in Al's armour. "If you don't surrender, they're going to execute you. They might do it anyway, but he said that... that if you gave yourself up he'd try and help you. All you have to do is stop. And then, we'll fix things somehow. And you can come home." Tears dripped down her face again. "Please, just come home."

Al seemed almost to smile at her. "There, there. It's alright Winry," he stroked her hair and gathered her close with one arm, holding her against the remains of his armour torso. "I promise, it's going to be alright." His hand patted her back and then reached up to wrap around her throat firmly. Winry froze at his touch.

"Al?"

With his other hand he gently began to tug the imperfect Stone off her finger. "I just need to borrow this for a little while. You don't mind, do you?"

Winry's reply was cut off as his grip tightened. She clawed helplessly with her free hand at the steel fingers that were cutting off her oxygen, her eyes wide with horror as Al continued to speak.

"I really appreciate this. I have some things that I have to do, you see. You understand, don't you Winry? There are a lot of bad people out there, and they have to die. It's very important. So I can't get caught right now."

Winry's struggles were much weaker now as Al continued to remove the ring, being careful not to damage it. "Don't worry, I'll look after it," he assured her. "It's just like when we were kids and used to borrow each other's stuff all the time. I promise I'll give it back when I'm finished. But there are so many bad people out there Winry. So many bad, bad people. I have to stop them."

Stars were exploding in Winry's vision as she began to slide into darkness.

The ring came free. "There we go! Thanks Winry, you're a real friend. I knew you'd understand." Al brought the ring close to his face, admiring it. "Pretty. Hey Winry, I'll tell you what, I'll buy you a replacement! That's okay, isn't it? A really good one. A diamond maybe? Because you know, I did ask you to marry me when we were kids, so we could pretend it was an engagement ring. Or would you rather have a sapphire? Winry?"

He glanced over at the unconcious girl. "Winry?"

There was no response. He shook her slightly. "Hey, Winry?"

Nothing. Mentally shrugging, he released her limp body and reached backwards, tilting up his helmet and carefully holding the Stone to his seal. "Now... I'll just fix myself up with this. It was nice of you to bring me the Stone. I wouldn't have been able to do it otherwise, now that nii-san's dead. And then..." He paused. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello? Is there someone else there?"

Al waited for a few moments and then went back to what he was doing. The Stone glowed briefly and then he jerked, his helmet slamming back down into place.

"I heard that! Who's there?"

Beside him, Winry began to stir, coughing weakly.

"Shut up!" Al ordered her. "I'm trying to listen to... there it is again! Who is that?"

Winry lay still for a few minutes as Al levered himself to his elbows and scanned the room. "I know you're out there!" He shouted. "Is that you Mustang?"

Winry carefully crawled away, out of his reach, coughing and massaging her sore throat. Her eyes scanned the floor as she moved, searching for something.

Al kept looking around the room, trying to find the source of the noise that only he could hear. After a few minutes, he reached back again. "Fine. Don't come out. I'll fix myself and then I'll come and find YOU, whoever you are. And then you'll be sorry you hid from me!"

Her breath caught as she spotted the object of her search and reached for it.

Al lifted his helmet and reached back to press the Stone against his seal.

Winry's wrench got there first.

Nii-san?

**

Closing Report: Case 364-A-GGG-14

Offence: Multiple homicides (see attached files A-GGG)

Date Closed: 14th May 1920

Arresting Officer: State Alchemist Winry Rockbell (The Golden Alchemist)

At roughly 2.45 on the afternoon of the 14th of May, 1920, State Alchemist Winry Rockbell engaged the criminal in combat, having discovered him in the act of murder (see case file GGG). After a brief fight, during which the criminal refused to surrender, Alchemist Rockbell was forced to kill him in self-defence.

Alchemist Rockbell was treated for several injuries at the scene, and was shortly thereafter certified as being unable to continue in her duties, for reasons of health. She was discharged from service with full honours, and an escort was provided to return her home.

No official papers or belongings of the criminal were recovered at the scene, and subsequent examination of his body (see Coroners report 335-2) provided no clues as to his identity. His remains were subsequently cremated (as required by protocol), and the ashes buried without a marker in the Central City Prison Cemetary.

Signature of filing officer:

Major-General Roy Mustang, 23rd May, 1920.



*Jaelle carefully takes her hands away from the keyboard and stares at the sceen for a long moment, before turning around and fleeing, screaming, into the night.*



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