Writing a lill ol’ something, might be a web comic for school, might not. Anyways, here’s the first small bit of it.

—Blood warnings—

 

 

It’s as if the world herself had gone quiet as blood trickled down his cheek and into the cloudy-green grass. Gasps for air that wouldn’t get through as his now lifeless body lay in his own blood. Why would anyone do this? How could anyone do this? This wasn’t normal. No one could kill him.

 

Calibre takes long strides back to his base after a long day of waiting for nothing. He knew that this was an important mission but he just hated to be given false information, a waste of time on his part. Oh well, he shrugs as he takes out his pack of cigarettes from his uniform pocket and lights one before putting it to his chapped lips. As he takes in a long drag, he closes his eyes and tilts his head up to the full moon. A clear night, unlike many this time around. Calibre smiles as he opens his eyes. “My dear, watch over me, yeah?” He says aloud before looking back down and continuing his way back. His base wasn’t too far and he could have just driven there, but he enjoyed the cool air against his skin; It was the start of October and the weather was starting to have its usual cold bite to it. Calibre was starting to see the dome of light pollution colouring the sky when he heard a sharp cry slice through the nearly silent night. He breaks into a sprint towards the sound before he feels something hit the back of his skull. It’s a draining ache and he feels his feet give in as he falls onto his knees. His vision goes blurry before his head hits the soft grass, the only thing he remembers before he stops breathing.

 

Calibre Yher

June 30, 1922 – October 2, 1943

Cause of Death:

Unknown

 

The boat rocked back and forth as she sailed the seas, only one thing wasn’t right; her dear owner was no longer with her. She cried his tears as blood  was left in her wake, only she wished that it was hers and not his. Another one? How? Wasn’t he safe? No one had been within sights in nearly 14 hours, so how come he’s no longer with us?

 

He had heard about what had happened, about how his own brother had died in such a mysterious way. It brought tears to his eyes as he remembered how nice his brother was, as well as obedient. It just struck Calen as odd that anyone would have killed Calibre so close to his own base, it would prove bragging rights to the enemy for sure, but was it so worth it to risk everything? The chances of them actually succeeding in killing Calibre was so low and to put all those odds up to the test wouldn’t be worth it. Biting his finger to keep himself from spilling tears for the second time that day, Calen arose from lying on his bed and strode over to his desk. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on his desk, just some ink, a quill, plenty of paper and a journal. Spilling his thoughts onto a new page of his journal, hours pass by in a comfortable silence, the only sound being the water lightly sloshing against the side of his boat. Humming as Calen nearly finished his last few thoughts onto the ink laden pages he heard a knock at his door. “Someone wishes to see me? At this hour? How very… Odd” he mutters as he gets up to open his door. As he slowly turns the knob, he feels something warm trickling down his chest, only to look down and see that he was falling into a pool of his own blood.

 

Calen Yher

August 7, 1925 – October 29, 1943

Cause of Death:

Unknown