Canes and Gunshots

Angry Shots

The Colonels POV

I held the gun in my loose palm and saw Abe was at the top of the stairs next to the railing.

If he were to fall, his body would end up where Mark's was. Hopefully it didn't come to that.

"There you are Colonel. Damien was telling me you... What are you doing?" He asked.

I raised my gun up and aimed it at him. The gun was empty last I checked so even if I accidently shot him, nothing would be hitting him.

"I saw your office..." I mumbled.

"Excuse me?" He asked, trying to make his way to me.

I pointed the gun at him, watching as he backed away.

"I saw your fucking office!" I yelled.

He raised his hands, trying to make peace. Yeah, peace...

"Look, I didn't mean to be so harsh.. But you can understand where I'm coming from when I blame you." Abe explained.

"I don't care! I didn't mean to kill that man! It was a fucking accident!" I cried.

"I know. But-" "Do you know how many nightmares I have since that day?! How scared I get from meeting people in public?! Do you realize how hard it is for me to be around anyone?!" I interuppted, getting closer with my gun.

I heard someone running up the stairs and saw Damien, his exprssion becoming scared.

I felt terrrible but I didn't stop. I just stared at Abe as he looked like he was about to kill me at any second.

"Colonel. Put the gun down. Please." Damien begged.

"No! I want him to know what he's done! I went to his office and you know what I found?! I found notes on the murder, but he was blaming me because of the expedition!" I sobbed, my hands shaking.

"I'm sorry." Abe gritted, his hands balling into fists.

"No you're not! You want it to be me! You want me to be thrown in prison for killing that man! It was an accident!" I kept yelling, almost dropping the gun.

"Of course I want you thrown in prison! You killed a man and could've killed Mark!" Abe screamed.

"I would never kill my best friend." I said boldy.

"Oh? Then what about this?" Abe pointed out the gun aimed at him.

I shook my head and just kept aiming, clicking off the safety.

"You're not my friend." I growled.

"Put the gun down Colonel. Or else." Abe enforced, slowly coming towards me.

"Make me." I said, almost like a fucking three year old.

He jumped at me and grabbed the wrist that was holding my gun, both of us struggling and fighting for dominance.

He ended up getting my hat off, my back pressed to railing, his body threatening to push me over the edge and to my death.

"Give me the gun!" He screamed.

"No!" I yelled back, pulling my hand to the side.

He tried to grab it again and my finger slipped, pushing on the trigger harder than before.

BANG!

A scream echoed my ears.

Both heads turned to the scream.

The thud of wood hitting the floor echoed past the silence.

An angel fell over the stairs to where Mark died.

My arms reached out to grab him fast but it was too late...

"DAMIEN!"