Disclaimer- I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or anything else in this fan fiction. I probably never will, but hey, never say never...

Author's Note- Yeah, so... it's a story. Figure out whose point of view it is. Ok fine. Bold is Roy Mustang, Italics is Roy Mustang in the beggining too and slowly transferrs to a fake Roy talking to Roy Mustang, and then both is like an echo type of thing. Dream sequence here except for the few minutes he's awake.

Ishbal Massacre

I was faced with a decision. One snap of my fingers would end this child's life and I could walk away as if it never happened.

I don't want to... but... but I have to...

My fingers trembled. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I have to... why didn't I stay with Maes and take a desk job?

I saw the child trembling. It made it all the harder. How could I murder a child? It just isn't right.

'Murder' and 'child' shouldn't even be in the same sentence never mind in... as... a possible situation...

I knew I had to though, and the longer I waited the harder it would get.

Just one snap... and I'll be done...

My fingers started slipping past each other; I stopped them. How could I kill the child? I just can't... can't take a life... not that easily...

...and I'd be a murderer. No...

I saw the child move as if to leave... or maybe attempt to kill me.

Maybe not such a bad idea Mustang, why not save the kid the trouble...?

It was now or never.

How about never?!

I snapped my fingers and the child... th-the child...

How can you live with yourself now?

I closed my eyes.

You're a murderer of innocent children...

No. It was a CHILD. Not children... not multiple... multiple people... innocent people...

Are you sure Mustang, are you, am I, absolutely sure?

Yes...

Truly, or are you lying to yourself?

...

You're lying to yourself Mustang. You know that right? You can't trick yourself.

Yes, I know.

We killed people Roy.

I know...

WE murdered people... not just enemies... but children... and even... even friends... under orders we could have disobeyed.

Does that make us... murderers?

No Roy. It makes you a murderer. I don't exsist. I'm just dust in the wind... but you... you're a murderer.

Murderer...

BEEEEP!

Murderer..

BEEEEP!

Murderer.

BEEEEP!

Murderer

BEEEEP!

Colonel Roy Mustang's eyes shot open. Am I...? Roy sat up. His alarm clock was going off. He pushed the 'snooze' button and lay back down closing his eyes. Mmhmm, still in hell.

Right where you belong Roy... in hell.