Don't Look 1/1
Originally posted by sofipitch at Challenge #29, Free Write, Team Cake
Title: Don’t Look
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist and Hunger Games crossover.
Author: Sofipitch
Words: 187
Rating: PG
Summary: You could have sworn you heard them screaming.
Warnings: character death
A/N: I wrote for Hunger Games. *sigh* I know someone who would be laughing his ass off at me right now. *sigh* Fullmetal Alchemist characters in Panem, I hope to write more of this verse in the future. But I don't plan to write more on Ed's time in the arena. Ugh, mainstream, but this plot bunny wouldn't go away.
You wonder what they are doing now. Right now, at this moment, you wonder where they are, what they’re feeling. Then you realize that their probably back home watching you right now. Right now.
You wonder what that must be like, sitting at home, in front of the television, watching your best friend and your brother die on a live broadcast.
But then you think you’d rather not picture that.
But you’re glad it’s you, and not Winry or Alphonse. Even though this will probably make them cry, you’re glad it’s you. You’d rather it be this then the other way around. You couldn’t want to watch them die, you just couldn’t do it. It’s a selfish wish, but you’re glad you’re not in their position.
The district seven tribune, William, lifts his knife and you squeeze your eyes shut. ‘Please don’t be watching now. Don’t look, please don’t look.’
You know you imagined it, but at the same time you heard William’s knife pierce through your heart, you thought you heard Winry and Alphonse screaming, all the way over from district nine.
Why did they look?
Title: Don’t Look
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist and Hunger Games crossover.
Author: Sofipitch
Words: 187
Rating: PG
Summary: You could have sworn you heard them screaming.
Warnings: character death
A/N: I wrote for Hunger Games. *sigh* I know someone who would be laughing his ass off at me right now. *sigh* Fullmetal Alchemist characters in Panem, I hope to write more of this verse in the future. But I don't plan to write more on Ed's time in the arena. Ugh, mainstream, but this plot bunny wouldn't go away.
You wonder what they are doing now. Right now, at this moment, you wonder where they are, what they’re feeling. Then you realize that their probably back home watching you right now. Right now.
You wonder what that must be like, sitting at home, in front of the television, watching your best friend and your brother die on a live broadcast.
But then you think you’d rather not picture that.
But you’re glad it’s you, and not Winry or Alphonse. Even though this will probably make them cry, you’re glad it’s you. You’d rather it be this then the other way around. You couldn’t want to watch them die, you just couldn’t do it. It’s a selfish wish, but you’re glad you’re not in their position.
The district seven tribune, William, lifts his knife and you squeeze your eyes shut. ‘Please don’t be watching now. Don’t look, please don’t look.’
You know you imagined it, but at the same time you heard William’s knife pierce through your heart, you thought you heard Winry and Alphonse screaming, all the way over from district nine.
Why did they look?