Well, I didn't get as much feedback as I thought I would, but the little I did get was good (ILoveCaboose95) XD!!! Here's chapter 2. (Why do I keep doing this to myself…?)
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Caboose's funeral was the first one in Blood Gulch that went according to Earth tradition. Even the Reds, who had had contact with Caboose when O'Malley was on the loose, were there. Grif, Donut, Sarge and Tucker were the only ones who showed their sadness for the loss of the proclaimed idiot. Church tended to keep to the back as the rival teams paid their respects, and he watched as the Reds left. Tex and Tucker buried Caboose's casket. Once again, Church felt a tear fall down his face.
Why the hell am I crying?! We're better off without that idiot slowing us down! Church raged internally. Tucker walked over to Church, who was casually leaning on the Blue Base, though there was nothing casual about what was going on. He heard Church sniff.
"You cryin' over here?" He asked teasingly, though his voice said he had been crying.
"No." His voice betrayed him.
"There's nothing wrong with it. Be a man and cry! Cry like a little girl…Which is manly…"
"That makes no sense." Church retreated into the base and went to his quarters. None of them ever really uses their quarters, Church realized. They were always doing something else, like being blown up, getting new recruits, getting shot by your own team's tank…Another tear. Then Church felt a pang in his chest. He had experienced silence for the first time since…who knows. True excruciating silence. The constant shouting and shooting, had seized and now, all was peaceful. Too peaceful for Church.
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Donut, having no dignity to defend, was crying like nothing else and slamming his pink fist into the ground.
"Donut! Get up! Sissy! The Blues just lost their dumbest guy on their team! Nothing to be upset about!" Sarge called, being hypocritical in the fact his voice was littered with sobs and sniffs. Simmons was the only one who honestly didn't like Caboose. Caboose had gotten all the attention from Sarge when he and had to share a team. Simmons just left the Red roof and took the Warthog for a drive. He hated it when people cried, and he didn't dare to tell Sarge off. Grif would just be a complete smart-ass to him for all eternity. He left because he didn't want to kill either of them.
"Why am I thinking like this?" Simmons shook his head out of his train of thought, and blared that obnoxious Mexican music. For some odd reason, he found it an appealing music choice.
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(Nightfall)
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Church woke up. He sat up, and ruffled his short black hair. He consciously felt the cool air within the base for the first time in at least three years. The Blue Command preferred that the Blue's would keep their identity secret from Reds, thus resulting in the rare occasion of taking off your armor. Church stood up, expecting some sort of yell, or angry shout, but all was silent. Then he remembered. Yet again, he felt a tear. He wiped it away immediately, enraged. He put on his armor and left his quarters. Tucker, Tex, and Sister were all sitting in the control room watching some sort of alien cartoon show. How they had gotten access was beyond him. Anyway, Tex watching anything but an enemy was strange enough. There was no sound to the cartoon; so quiet. The Base was dead silent. Nobody spoke, nobody made any sign that they were breathing or therefore alive, Church being an exception, for he was a ghost. He just discovered that he could take off his ghost-armor, not just escape his robot body. He actually, kinda, enjoyed being immortal. Strange, yes, but being immortal was cool. Getting shot and the shell dying was funny too. The image of a guy getting the soul shot out of him caused him the chuckle every time. Church admitted that getting back into the robot was a pain in the butt. He never did thank Caboose…He had been too busy yelling at the poor private… Another tear.
I hate this…