Canes and Gunshots

Memories

The Colonels POV

I ran down to the study as fast as I could, my mind still trying to process what I just saw.

Mark into black magic? Is this how he got rich? Why he died? A spell gone wrong?

I shook my head and just focused on what to tell Abe.

"Abe! You need..." I yelled, but drifted as I looked around.

The room was covered with papers from his clues. I looked at the different sheets of paper beneath my boots and walked to the desk.

I read some of the writing, seeing Abe was trying to find the killer from among us two.

I sighed and was about to leave when I saw something peering from underneath the pile.

I frowned and moved the papers, my eyes widening at the sight.

He was hiding a full collection of clues about me being the killer. There were more clues about me than anyone else!

I growled and was about to give Abe a piece of my mind, I saw a colorful paper in the corner.

I grabbed it and realized it was a newspaper. But... it was... It was about my accident.

I teared up as I read the post it notes on the newspaper that Abe put, "Killer!", "Colonel is to blame."

I cried and dropped the bundle of papers, my head pounding as I sat down on the chair. The memories of that day hitting me like a ton of a bricks.

A Year Ago...

"Men! Stay back! I see the bird!" I yelled, pulling out my shotgun.

Everyone got behind me as I aimed my gun at the colorful bird in front of me.

I was about 20 feet from the thing, but I wanted to be sure I hit it and not miss with my hand gun.

I looked at the bird with a squinted eye and turned away so I didn't get gunpowder in my eye, released the safety.

My finger was on the trigger, pushing slowly but hard and...

BANG!

I heard a thud and felt satisfaction, but then there was screaming.

I opened my eyes in confusion and looked over where I shot. My eyes widened as I ran over.

The bird flapped it's small wings and flew off in the wind.

The wind picked up speed against the thick trees.

His blood pooled from his chest onto the dark soil beneath my feet.

And my cries echoed the atmosphere as I held him close to me, begging for the man to live.

Present

I opened my eyes while crying. I looked up at the papers and then stared at the newspaper.

I just stared at the front page for what seemed like hours and slowly, my tears dried and my sadness turned to anger.

My blood was beginning to boil as I stared at Abe's notes, the flashbacks of his words hitting me hard.

"Why would I be friends with a killer like the Colonel?"

"Colonel is the one to blame."

"Perhaps we should ask the man who has killed before."

"Killer!"

I yelled out in anger and swiped everything from the desk onto the ground, watching as papers flew everywhere and glass from various drinks shattering into a million pieces.

I stormed out of the room and made my way to my room. The bedroom was cold from not using it.

I looked at my bag near the door and unpacked it quickly, throwing everything to the ground until I found what I was looking for.

I stared at the object in front of me and grabbed it slowly, rubbing the thing against my hand, letting the cold spread throughout me.

It was probably broken. But if it made Abe scared shitless, then so be it.

I clicked the gun and stood up, walking out of the room slowly to find the bastard.

Abe will regret ever meeting me...