Author: charley.vandra PM
The blood may wash off their hands, but it will forever stain their souls. (All characters included)Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Horror - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,342 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 02-16-13 - Published: 02-03-13 - id: 8973678
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Sherman Potter would sit down at his flora sofa, laughing and playing with his grandchildren as he bounced them up and down on his knee. He is a happy and cheerful man, of who was fortune enough to, as others would say, break my everlasting bond.
Sherman and I have been old friends; since the day he turned fifteen and lied about his age to join the cavalry. And ever since that faithful day have we smited our bond to one another, and thereafter have seen the world together. We have seen humanity's destruction upon its self with my greatest achievements I've created and condemned; both World Wars at my finest. We shared many fond memories together that neither of us shall forget. Yes, we have seen much together, like the rise and fall of Germany's Nazi and absolute ruler, Adolf Hitler (a personal and highly regarded friend of mine). Oh yes! my favorite upon all of my creations.
But no more are Sherman and I friends, or blood brothers as I have come to cherish our lifetime together. He has been one who regrettably slipped through my clenched fingers. He has lived through and past me, and hereafter no longer will have to bare my burden. He shall no longer see the blood that stains his hands.
No, Sherman will live out the rest of his life without me, and unfortunately happily.
Author's Note: Just because this fic may be short doesn't mean you have to pass it over like it's nothing. Please spare me some thoughts about the story. Please any feedback is appreciated.