Canes and Gunshots

Famous Death

The Colonels Death

I slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the railing for support so I didn't fall any minute.

When I finally made it down the stairs, I examined the area on how much of a mess was left. There was nothing out of place so at least no one destroyed this place too much.

I made my way to the dining room for breakfast when all of sudden there was a big thud from behind me. I turned around quickly to find a horrorific sight that I would never forget.

Marks body was sprawled out on the ground, his face to the ground, his eyes shut, and his blood slowly pooling out on the ground.

I just stared with wide, fear striken eyes before screaming out.

Fast footsteps came racing down the stairs. First Damien, then the butler, and finally Abe.

They all looked as scared as me. I just stared and began to cry, tears flowing down my cheeks.

My friend... dead at my feet...

Damien came over to me and held me close to him, shushing me in an attempt to calm me.

Abe yelled at Damien to get me out of the room. I felt him wrap his arms around me tightly in a hug and help me to the dining room where a meal was waiting for us.

But how could anyone be thinking of food now at a moment like this?

"Colonel... Look at me.." Damien said in a stern, loud voice.

I looked at him, tears streaming down my jawline and onto my jacket, my glasses fogging up so much I had to take them off.

"You have to contain yourself... I know this is hard but you have to be calm in order to find out who did this.." Damien reassured, almost making me calm.

I nodded shakily and just gripped his shirt tightly while sobbing. He held me tightly and rubbed my back, holding me as tight as he could.

While holding onto him, I felt his body quivering a little and a soft sniffle.

I looked up at him and saw he was crying softly. It only made me tear up more and hug him tightly, his grip on me tightening until we were basically holding each other for dear life.

"Why did he have to go...?" Damien muttered in my ear, crying more audible.

I shook my head in disbelief as we ust held onto each other, crying and grieving over our dear friend..

Why Mark... Why him...?