DC Post Game Fic
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anzilaSo, in light of the latest FMA, I decided to rewrite how the whole thing as it happened in DC canon, with Harry having gotten in on the action. Needless to say violence and massive spoilers are contained within.
Harry didn’t pretend to fully understand what was going on in this strange world he’d found himself in. Sure, the wizard was used to weirdness as part of his day to day life, he had a talking skull in his basement for crying out loud, but even he had to admit encountering vat grown zombies, inhuman conglomerations of souls personified around sins, and odd shapechangers including what appeared to be a were-gecko/porcupine, all in a short time was a bit unusual even for him. Not totally unprecedented mind you, but still unusual.
Still, just as it seemed they had been nearing the end, after several pitched battles and a very close call in which Harry, Riza, Scar, and finally Ed had finally talked Roy down, after which Harry had punched the man hard enough to leave a bruise for doing that to Riza. Just as they’d been nearing the final confrontation, however, they’d been attacked by some sort of super soldiers, and Ed had been dragged away by some dark hands emerging from some sort of eyeball. Now they were busy in yet another fight for their lives.
“Hell’s bells this is getting old!” Harry spat, just barely deflecting a sword with his staff, knocking his attacker back. Swords, these psychos were coming at them with swords, and even though Harry and company had guns they were getting their asses kicked. That didn’t even begin to make sense in any rational world!
The man dodged Harry’s clumsy follow up blow, and Harry swore again. Unlike those things upstairs these men were still humans, even if the things done to them had left them little more than mindless puppets. That meant that by the Laws of Magic Harry couldn’t use his magic to kill them, or even take actions that might risk resulting in their deaths. They apparently weren’t prepared to extend him the same courtesy, which was just unfair. He couldn’t even keep track of the others, all his attention on the two men trying to gut him. Harry had been practicing his staff fighting while he was in Manhattan, training hard to compensate for his reduced magic, but he could barely keep himself from being slashed up, and without his enchanted duster he would have been gutted several times already. There was no time to think, no time to plan, he just had to stay alive long enough to let one of the others help him.
Suddenly, as he twisted under a sword swing he heard something that made his blood run cold; Riza’s gunfire stopped. There were three reasons Riza would stop firing, she’d won, she’d been forced to stop, or she’d been killed. That third possibility was enough of a distraction for Harry that he let his guard drop, and a second later he had a blade at his throat. Realizing if he didn’t relax in just that second he was going to have an extra mouth, and that would not be conducive to getting out of this, Harry slowly relaxed, letting his staff go. As the wood hit the ground he saw that the others were in similar trouble, surrounded by razor sharp steel, and that creepy scientist was monologing again, which was really starting to piss him off. Apparently this was the universe of villains who didn’t shut the hell up. Something about not having five sacrifices, whatever the hell that meant.
“You saved me a lot of time Mustang. I heard a lot about you on the radio, but I never thought you’d come to me. Now, I need you to do a little human transmutation and open the gate.”
Harry understood very little of what was being said. When he’d first arrived there hadn’t been enough time to really catch him up before things started moving fast, but he knew he didn’t like the sound of this gate thing and the idea of human transmutation even less. Harry had talked to Roy a few times about alchemy back in Manhattan, and one of the laws of alchemy he’d shared had been no bringing humans back from the dead or unnaturally altering their bodies, similar to the second law of magic. He’d also heard enough to piece together a rough idea of what had happened to Ed, of why his arm and leg were the way they were.
Suddenly Roy said something that made Harry’s blood run cold.
“So, I’m your sacrifice then?”
The wizard’s mind started making connections. So, they needed sacrifices for whatever their plan was, and clearly Ed and Roy were both intended as them for some reason. Now, if that was true, and they needed Roy to open the gate before they could use him, which made sense because they had already taken Ed and Harry knew he had opened the gate, then they would need him to perform human transmutation. The problem with that plan, though, was as Roy was so eloquently pointing out he’d have to be a moron to perform human transmutation now…unless, he realized with growing horror, unless they did something to make him have to do it, and if they wanted to do that there was only one logical choice…
Suddenly dread like Harry had not felt since the battle with Hamel’s Mazuko form filled the wizard, like someone had taken a fist of ice and squeezed his heart with it. That fear only lasted a second however, before it was replaced with something that came to Harry far more naturally; rage. Pure, unadulterated rage.
These bastards were going to murder the woman he loved and his unborn child, just to make a good man destroy himself for their sick schemes.
No. No fuck that! These sons of bitches had done a very very stupid thing. They’d given Harry Dresden something he was ready to kill for.
“Haven’t you been listening to me?” sneered the doctor, “There’s no more time!”
The blade against Riza’s neck twisted, and a bead of blood emerged. Suddenly Roy’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen, and how powerless he was to prevent it.
Suddenly, though, there was, a rush of air, a sharp crack, and everyone stopped for a second as their eyes flew back to the wizard they’d seemingly forgotten about.
The rush of air came from the air in the room flowing into the space displaced by the explosion of power that had just erupted from Harry. The crack was the men who had been holding him smashing the walls of the tunnel, their spines snapping as they hit the ground with a explosive gasp. The fact that they were still breathing, and how tough they had to be for that to be true, only barely registered with Harry as he growled, “No, you’re already out of time!” Even the mindless soldiers seemed to hesitate, as if waiting for orders of how to deal with this sudden change. Before the scientist could utter a word, however, Harry reached out with his power, and found the metal of the blade. He’d had a whole month while working to find his way back to Riza to think about what Toph had shown him that last time they were together. Now he felt his magic over the blade, using the extra fine control Manhattan had forced him to grow and located the impurities in the blade, and twist them. With a screech the blade twisted backwards from Riza’s throat, and stabbed itself into its wielder.
“You son’s of bitches ran out of time the moment you touched my wife! Now you’re just corpses who are too stupid to realize they’re already dead!” Harry snarled in a voice full of rage.
His staff flew up into his hand, and with a gesture and a will of power shouted, “Forzare!” Reaching out with force he plucked the man up and threw him back into the scientist. The other guards moved to kill Harry, and that was all the others needed. Roy reached up with his remaining glove and snapped his fingers, causing the heads of the men holding him to explode in flames. Scar dropped to his hands, and swept one man’s leg out from under him, a second fell as Riza’s hand blurred and a bullet found his brain, and Harry sent the last two to smash onto the growing pile on top of the scientist, before switching from force to earth magic, slamming his staff into the ground to amplify the gravity pushing down on them, hearing the satisfying crack of bone as he did.
He approached the pile of men slowly, murder in his eyes as he did. They had planned to slit her throat, to butcher her like an animal, all because of their own petty twisted plans. How many people had they murdered? How many children had they orphaned, how many men and women crippled and broken with grief, how many families shattered?
Stopping before the scientist, he saw the man was attempting to clap again, and brought his staff down on his hand, shattering it. Then he reached down and pulled him from the heap with magic, tossing him clear. Turning, again with a almost serene look of calm rage, he moved on the man and knelt down. “Hey there,” he said in a voice that was horribly pleasant. “I’m Harry. We never were properly introduced. We’ve never met before, in fact, you’ve probably never heard of me, seeing as I only arrived in this universe recently, which is why I guess I can kind of understand if you don’t appreciate just how much you just fucked yourself.”
The man was trying to talk, which clearly didn’t display much intelligence but it was okay, Harry’s boot to his face shut him up. “Now then, you just tried to murder my wife, and my unborn child, and I find myself trying very very hard to think of a reason to keep you alive Larry, may I call you Larry? Well Larry, I’m trying to think of why to keep you alive, and so far I’ve got two. The first is, and you may not understand this but bear with me Larry, the first is that killing with magic is against the Laws of Magic. You see, men like you may not understand it, but to take something like magic, a force that comes from life in all its forms is meant to protect life, and to use it to take a life is the ultimate perversion of that goal. It literally twists the universe and drains a little joy from it.”
Suddenly Harry looked over his shoulder at Roy, locking eyes with the man who was shaking a little from tightly clenched rage, the fury in his eyes of the same exact intensity as Harry’s, begging for him to unleash his power on the men who had tried to murder Riza. The two men locked eyes for a moment, and a quiet understanding passed between them. “Burn them,” was all Harry said, and with a finger snap there was an explosion of flame and the trapped men began to flail and even scream for a moment as the fires quickly melted them to ashes, the sickeningly tender sent of burned flesh and the heat of the flames filling the tunnel. Harry was glad Roy had been the one to do that, because he wasn’t sure he would be so merciful, and those poor broken puppets didn’t deserve further torture. Instead he turned back to the scientist, who was clearly beginning to realize just how doomed he was.
“Luckily, I have friends who can kill. Now, the second reason is you might have information I can actually use, but that’s a very flimsy reason, so I suggest you start talking, fast, or my friend here is going to start burning off appendages and I’m letting him chose where he starts. And before you suggest your boss will save you, I want you to think real hard about how stupid that statement is given how much we know about your bosses valuing of any life other than his own.”
The old man looked up at Harry and sneered. “So then you’ll let me go?”
Harry’s boot knocked out a few teeth. “No, then we’ll kill you quickly. Roy, lets get started.”
Harry didn’t pretend to fully understand what was going on in this strange world he’d found himself in. Sure, the wizard was used to weirdness as part of his day to day life, he had a talking skull in his basement for crying out loud, but even he had to admit encountering vat grown zombies, inhuman conglomerations of souls personified around sins, and odd shapechangers including what appeared to be a were-gecko/porcupine, all in a short time was a bit unusual even for him. Not totally unprecedented mind you, but still unusual.
Still, just as it seemed they had been nearing the end, after several pitched battles and a very close call in which Harry, Riza, Scar, and finally Ed had finally talked Roy down, after which Harry had punched the man hard enough to leave a bruise for doing that to Riza. Just as they’d been nearing the final confrontation, however, they’d been attacked by some sort of super soldiers, and Ed had been dragged away by some dark hands emerging from some sort of eyeball. Now they were busy in yet another fight for their lives.
“Hell’s bells this is getting old!” Harry spat, just barely deflecting a sword with his staff, knocking his attacker back. Swords, these psychos were coming at them with swords, and even though Harry and company had guns they were getting their asses kicked. That didn’t even begin to make sense in any rational world!
The man dodged Harry’s clumsy follow up blow, and Harry swore again. Unlike those things upstairs these men were still humans, even if the things done to them had left them little more than mindless puppets. That meant that by the Laws of Magic Harry couldn’t use his magic to kill them, or even take actions that might risk resulting in their deaths. They apparently weren’t prepared to extend him the same courtesy, which was just unfair. He couldn’t even keep track of the others, all his attention on the two men trying to gut him. Harry had been practicing his staff fighting while he was in Manhattan, training hard to compensate for his reduced magic, but he could barely keep himself from being slashed up, and without his enchanted duster he would have been gutted several times already. There was no time to think, no time to plan, he just had to stay alive long enough to let one of the others help him.
Suddenly, as he twisted under a sword swing he heard something that made his blood run cold; Riza’s gunfire stopped. There were three reasons Riza would stop firing, she’d won, she’d been forced to stop, or she’d been killed. That third possibility was enough of a distraction for Harry that he let his guard drop, and a second later he had a blade at his throat. Realizing if he didn’t relax in just that second he was going to have an extra mouth, and that would not be conducive to getting out of this, Harry slowly relaxed, letting his staff go. As the wood hit the ground he saw that the others were in similar trouble, surrounded by razor sharp steel, and that creepy scientist was monologing again, which was really starting to piss him off. Apparently this was the universe of villains who didn’t shut the hell up. Something about not having five sacrifices, whatever the hell that meant.
“You saved me a lot of time Mustang. I heard a lot about you on the radio, but I never thought you’d come to me. Now, I need you to do a little human transmutation and open the gate.”
Harry understood very little of what was being said. When he’d first arrived there hadn’t been enough time to really catch him up before things started moving fast, but he knew he didn’t like the sound of this gate thing and the idea of human transmutation even less. Harry had talked to Roy a few times about alchemy back in Manhattan, and one of the laws of alchemy he’d shared had been no bringing humans back from the dead or unnaturally altering their bodies, similar to the second law of magic. He’d also heard enough to piece together a rough idea of what had happened to Ed, of why his arm and leg were the way they were.
Suddenly Roy said something that made Harry’s blood run cold.
“So, I’m your sacrifice then?”
The wizard’s mind started making connections. So, they needed sacrifices for whatever their plan was, and clearly Ed and Roy were both intended as them for some reason. Now, if that was true, and they needed Roy to open the gate before they could use him, which made sense because they had already taken Ed and Harry knew he had opened the gate, then they would need him to perform human transmutation. The problem with that plan, though, was as Roy was so eloquently pointing out he’d have to be a moron to perform human transmutation now…unless, he realized with growing horror, unless they did something to make him have to do it, and if they wanted to do that there was only one logical choice…
Suddenly dread like Harry had not felt since the battle with Hamel’s Mazuko form filled the wizard, like someone had taken a fist of ice and squeezed his heart with it. That fear only lasted a second however, before it was replaced with something that came to Harry far more naturally; rage. Pure, unadulterated rage.
These bastards were going to murder the woman he loved and his unborn child, just to make a good man destroy himself for their sick schemes.
No. No fuck that! These sons of bitches had done a very very stupid thing. They’d given Harry Dresden something he was ready to kill for.
“Haven’t you been listening to me?” sneered the doctor, “There’s no more time!”
The blade against Riza’s neck twisted, and a bead of blood emerged. Suddenly Roy’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen, and how powerless he was to prevent it.
Suddenly, though, there was, a rush of air, a sharp crack, and everyone stopped for a second as their eyes flew back to the wizard they’d seemingly forgotten about.
The rush of air came from the air in the room flowing into the space displaced by the explosion of power that had just erupted from Harry. The crack was the men who had been holding him smashing the walls of the tunnel, their spines snapping as they hit the ground with a explosive gasp. The fact that they were still breathing, and how tough they had to be for that to be true, only barely registered with Harry as he growled, “No, you’re already out of time!” Even the mindless soldiers seemed to hesitate, as if waiting for orders of how to deal with this sudden change. Before the scientist could utter a word, however, Harry reached out with his power, and found the metal of the blade. He’d had a whole month while working to find his way back to Riza to think about what Toph had shown him that last time they were together. Now he felt his magic over the blade, using the extra fine control Manhattan had forced him to grow and located the impurities in the blade, and twist them. With a screech the blade twisted backwards from Riza’s throat, and stabbed itself into its wielder.
“You son’s of bitches ran out of time the moment you touched my wife! Now you’re just corpses who are too stupid to realize they’re already dead!” Harry snarled in a voice full of rage.
His staff flew up into his hand, and with a gesture and a will of power shouted, “Forzare!” Reaching out with force he plucked the man up and threw him back into the scientist. The other guards moved to kill Harry, and that was all the others needed. Roy reached up with his remaining glove and snapped his fingers, causing the heads of the men holding him to explode in flames. Scar dropped to his hands, and swept one man’s leg out from under him, a second fell as Riza’s hand blurred and a bullet found his brain, and Harry sent the last two to smash onto the growing pile on top of the scientist, before switching from force to earth magic, slamming his staff into the ground to amplify the gravity pushing down on them, hearing the satisfying crack of bone as he did.
He approached the pile of men slowly, murder in his eyes as he did. They had planned to slit her throat, to butcher her like an animal, all because of their own petty twisted plans. How many people had they murdered? How many children had they orphaned, how many men and women crippled and broken with grief, how many families shattered?
Stopping before the scientist, he saw the man was attempting to clap again, and brought his staff down on his hand, shattering it. Then he reached down and pulled him from the heap with magic, tossing him clear. Turning, again with a almost serene look of calm rage, he moved on the man and knelt down. “Hey there,” he said in a voice that was horribly pleasant. “I’m Harry. We never were properly introduced. We’ve never met before, in fact, you’ve probably never heard of me, seeing as I only arrived in this universe recently, which is why I guess I can kind of understand if you don’t appreciate just how much you just fucked yourself.”
The man was trying to talk, which clearly didn’t display much intelligence but it was okay, Harry’s boot to his face shut him up. “Now then, you just tried to murder my wife, and my unborn child, and I find myself trying very very hard to think of a reason to keep you alive Larry, may I call you Larry? Well Larry, I’m trying to think of why to keep you alive, and so far I’ve got two. The first is, and you may not understand this but bear with me Larry, the first is that killing with magic is against the Laws of Magic. You see, men like you may not understand it, but to take something like magic, a force that comes from life in all its forms is meant to protect life, and to use it to take a life is the ultimate perversion of that goal. It literally twists the universe and drains a little joy from it.”
Suddenly Harry looked over his shoulder at Roy, locking eyes with the man who was shaking a little from tightly clenched rage, the fury in his eyes of the same exact intensity as Harry’s, begging for him to unleash his power on the men who had tried to murder Riza. The two men locked eyes for a moment, and a quiet understanding passed between them. “Burn them,” was all Harry said, and with a finger snap there was an explosion of flame and the trapped men began to flail and even scream for a moment as the fires quickly melted them to ashes, the sickeningly tender sent of burned flesh and the heat of the flames filling the tunnel. Harry was glad Roy had been the one to do that, because he wasn’t sure he would be so merciful, and those poor broken puppets didn’t deserve further torture. Instead he turned back to the scientist, who was clearly beginning to realize just how doomed he was.
“Luckily, I have friends who can kill. Now, the second reason is you might have information I can actually use, but that’s a very flimsy reason, so I suggest you start talking, fast, or my friend here is going to start burning off appendages and I’m letting him chose where he starts. And before you suggest your boss will save you, I want you to think real hard about how stupid that statement is given how much we know about your bosses valuing of any life other than his own.”
The old man looked up at Harry and sneered. “So then you’ll let me go?”
Harry’s boot knocked out a few teeth. “No, then we’ll kill you quickly. Roy, lets get started.”
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Date: 2009-10-11 05:00 pm (UTC)Nicely done :D
sob Riza
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Date: 2009-10-11 05:33 pm (UTC)Thanks, I kind of needed to do this after the latest chapter RIPPED HARRY AND I'S HEARTS OUT! Apparently it helped out a lot of other people as well, so I'm glad I did. As far as I am concerned, this is DC canon.
;_;
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Date: 2009-10-11 05:37 pm (UTC)fff sounds good to me. From the fic, I think that's going to end up being one of those things fans ignore >>; besides YAY DC CANON XD
<3 ;o;
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Date: 2009-10-11 05:44 pm (UTC)Well, yeah, assuming that the author doesn't fix it, WHICH SHE BETTER (._.)9 DC CANON IS THE BEST CANON
<3 *clings*
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Date: 2009-10-11 05:52 pm (UTC)RETCON OR SOME KIND OF OTHER WORKING AROUND yes she better (-.-)9
/snug loves <3
and if not, I'll throw a Celes at her >> and a pissed Celes is a scaaaary beast
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Date: 2009-10-11 06:01 pm (UTC)*Hee!*
Yes. Yes she is. I would not want a pissed Celes after me, she'd own me faster than a two legged crab.
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Date: 2009-10-11 07:28 pm (UTC)XDDD that just reminded me of Stumpy~~