Summary: Execution at sundown.
The sun glowed red in the sky, silhouetting the gallows. Two men stood on the platform, hands tied, a heavy hemp rope hung limply around each neck.
Defiant eyes gleamed from two youthful faces, heads held high. Helios' last slivers dipped under the horizon as the younger man turned and spoke. "Never thought it would end like this, huh colonel?"
The older man made no acknowledgement. "Are you scared?" He asked just above a whisper so that none would hear.
"No," was the reply.
"Flame Alchemist Colonel Roy Mustang," spoke a booming voice preventing any further communication between the two. "You have been accused, tried and convicted of high treason against the state of Amestris. By oder of President Furor King Bradley you are sentenced to death by hanging at sundown.
"Fulmetal Alchemist Major Edward Elric, you have been accused, tried and convicted of high treason against the state of Amestis. By order of President Furor King Bradley you are to be executed via hanging at sundown.
"Do you have any last words?"
Mustang looked into the crowd with fire in his eyes. "I'd do it all again."
"May God have mercy on your immortal souls."
With a snap the trap door dropped, the body of both men falling out from under them- each skull separating from the respective spine.
Two corpses swung gently from side to side... and the crowed cheered.