Roy 1
Title: Human Rat
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Character: Roy
Summary: Drabble. If Roy had failed at destroying King Bradley, one can only imagine that the 'trial' following his insurrection would have been all show, but show or not, Roy won't go meekly.
“You can’t be serious!” Slamming his hands down on the podium in front of him Roy physically shook with pent up rage, his anger and disbelief at the situation finally boiling over and lending a clipped intensity to the words he forced out through clenched teeth, “This is bullshit! I demand another trial!”
Fuhrer Bradley slowly turned his cold, hard gaze from the jury to the accused man standing before them, “You no longer have the right to demand anything, Mustang.” Tightening his grip on the metal cane at his side, Bradley sneered at the former State Alchemist, “You forfeit everything when you let yourself get caught.”
Still sneering, Bradley gave Roy one more contemptuous glare before motioning to the armed guards standing on either side of him. Striding forward at the order the two men made their way behind the witness stand to forcibly remove Roy from it, each of them holding one of his arms captive.
Hauling him away from the stand they then guided Roy’s feet until he was standing directly in front of the Fuhrer. Just as the man opened his mouth to respond to Bradley’s taunts the butt of a rifle was rammed into the back of his skull and he fell to his knees, gasping as lights danced before his eyes.
A cruel laugh emanated from Bradley’s throat, “Would you look at that.” Spreading his arms out wide, the King gestured to Roy grandly; making sure the entire court room saw the infamous ‘Flame Colonel’ in a supplicant position before him, “How quickly he bends a knee to me now, when all other hope is lost!” Bending down, he smiled at Roy, but it wasn’t a friendly look at all, “So, since you finally figured out taking my position isn’t possible, you think begging for your measly life will work?” An evil glint flashed from Bradley’s one good eye, “Well, I think not.”
Attempting to rise to his feet, Roy struggled against his guards in tandem with spitting a few choice words at Bradley, “You rotten bast-” Both of these efforts were futile in the end, as his words suddenly cut out and Roy fell forward to rest his hands on the floor as well. Shuddering as cough after cough racked his body it now took Roy all he had to just keep breathing.
Bradley withdrew the metal-capped end of his cane from its most recent location; the soft, fragile skin encompassing Roy’s stomach. A snide grin slowly crossed his face as the sound of the Colonel’s dry retching reached his ears and Bradley kept sadistically quiet for just a moment longer, savoring his victory.
Finally, Bradley nodded to the guards again and they reached down, mercilessly yanking Roy from the floor even as he still fought to breathe, giving little regard to the fact that moving him would make it that much harder for him to bring in enough air. Basically dragging him now, the two men hauled Roy from the court room and headed for one of the retaining cells that occupied a few back rooms in the building.
A minute twitch, just the barest hint of a possible smile, hit the side of King Bradley’s mouth for a second as he turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction, whispering as he went, “He won’t be alive for much longer.” Laughter flowed in the air around Bradley as he removed his eye patch to reveal the homunculus symbol beneath, “There’s one more human rat out of my way.”
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Character: Roy
Summary: Drabble. If Roy had failed at destroying King Bradley, one can only imagine that the 'trial' following his insurrection would have been all show, but show or not, Roy won't go meekly.
“You can’t be serious!” Slamming his hands down on the podium in front of him Roy physically shook with pent up rage, his anger and disbelief at the situation finally boiling over and lending a clipped intensity to the words he forced out through clenched teeth, “This is bullshit! I demand another trial!”
Fuhrer Bradley slowly turned his cold, hard gaze from the jury to the accused man standing before them, “You no longer have the right to demand anything, Mustang.” Tightening his grip on the metal cane at his side, Bradley sneered at the former State Alchemist, “You forfeit everything when you let yourself get caught.”
Still sneering, Bradley gave Roy one more contemptuous glare before motioning to the armed guards standing on either side of him. Striding forward at the order the two men made their way behind the witness stand to forcibly remove Roy from it, each of them holding one of his arms captive.
Hauling him away from the stand they then guided Roy’s feet until he was standing directly in front of the Fuhrer. Just as the man opened his mouth to respond to Bradley’s taunts the butt of a rifle was rammed into the back of his skull and he fell to his knees, gasping as lights danced before his eyes.
A cruel laugh emanated from Bradley’s throat, “Would you look at that.” Spreading his arms out wide, the King gestured to Roy grandly; making sure the entire court room saw the infamous ‘Flame Colonel’ in a supplicant position before him, “How quickly he bends a knee to me now, when all other hope is lost!” Bending down, he smiled at Roy, but it wasn’t a friendly look at all, “So, since you finally figured out taking my position isn’t possible, you think begging for your measly life will work?” An evil glint flashed from Bradley’s one good eye, “Well, I think not.”
Attempting to rise to his feet, Roy struggled against his guards in tandem with spitting a few choice words at Bradley, “You rotten bast-” Both of these efforts were futile in the end, as his words suddenly cut out and Roy fell forward to rest his hands on the floor as well. Shuddering as cough after cough racked his body it now took Roy all he had to just keep breathing.
Bradley withdrew the metal-capped end of his cane from its most recent location; the soft, fragile skin encompassing Roy’s stomach. A snide grin slowly crossed his face as the sound of the Colonel’s dry retching reached his ears and Bradley kept sadistically quiet for just a moment longer, savoring his victory.
Finally, Bradley nodded to the guards again and they reached down, mercilessly yanking Roy from the floor even as he still fought to breathe, giving little regard to the fact that moving him would make it that much harder for him to bring in enough air. Basically dragging him now, the two men hauled Roy from the court room and headed for one of the retaining cells that occupied a few back rooms in the building.
A minute twitch, just the barest hint of a possible smile, hit the side of King Bradley’s mouth for a second as he turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction, whispering as he went, “He won’t be alive for much longer.” Laughter flowed in the air around Bradley as he removed his eye patch to reveal the homunculus symbol beneath, “There’s one more human rat out of my way.”