Canes and Gunshots

Tears and Blood

The Colonels POV

"DAMIEN!" I cried out, watching as his body hit the floor beneath me.

I grabbed his cane and ran down the stairs fast, falling at the last couple of steps.

I picked myself up and ran to his body, holding him close to me, his blood getting on my jacket. I ripped it off me and pressed it to his wound hard.

"Damien...! It's ok... I'm here.. I'm here...." I sobbed, holding his body close to me.

He was gasping softly for breath, gripping my arm hard in desperation.

I looked around for anyone to help me.

Help me....

"Abe! Help me!" I screamed.

No one. He was gone.

I cried and kept my coat pressed firmly to the wound.

I just cried, my tears hitting his face.

"Damien.... I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry... It was an accident..." I whimpered.

He looked up at me and smiled faintly, blood seeping down his lips. He gripping my shirt and slowly pulled himself up to kiss me.

I kissed back, not caring about the blood, about the heat leaving his lips, not caring about the color draining from his eyes, not one care....

I felt his body slowly begin to droop and go numb in my arms till he was frozen.

I parted from the kiss and watched his breath give out one last time.

He was looking up at me with his lifeless, cold eyes...

"Damien...? Damien?! Damien!" I screamed, desperately trying to wake him.

I kissed him harder than before, holding him closer to me. I gripped his jacket hard, hoping he would feel me.

Wake up.

Wake up..

Wake up...

I parted from his cold lips and sobbed, his blood pooling onto the floor, covering the tape that was Mark's body.

I hugged him close to me and whispered I love you multiple times.

Good-bye my love...

I slowly stood up, my foot hitting his cane. I bent down and picked it up carefully, walking to a nearby chair by his body.

My body settled into the stiff wood as I cradled the cane and sobbed.

My Damien is dead...

Mark was dead...

Abe left to report me for sure...

I was alone...

Alone...