I'm in a bit of a bad place at the min and I just let myself write this in the last hour. I'm a pain for writing tragic fanfictions and I promise that this will be the last one, although I said that last time and now im uploading this. bear with me and if you want to review please do but only if you actually lime the short. I'm planning on updating my Shadows story soon but the updates may take a while as i've got a lot of assignments due at the minuet so it may be a while before that gets updated. like I said it's full of dread. I apologize for the shortness
Title: Last Breath
Catergory: Adventures Of Tintin
Characters: Tintin, The Captain, Colonel Jorgen
Genre: Tragedy
Rating: T
Themes: Death
Before the Captain could move Jorgens finger moved to the trigger.
"This is on you Captain, You only have yourself to blame"
The second Jorgen squeezed the trigger, the bang that accompanied it through was so loud that the Captain had to close his eyes. The sound rolled for a second time as the gun fired again but when he opened his eyes a completely different scene laid before him.
Jorgen was lying on the floor with a small amount of blood surrounding the bullet wound in the side of his head with his eyes fixed permanently on the cieling in a glassy expressionless stare.
The Captain turned back to Tintin, then noticed that he was swaying slightly, as if he couldn't quite focus.
"Tintin?"
Tintin slowly pulled his hand away from his chest revealing a large bleeding wound residing beneath. Tintin's palm was stained completely with blood, causing the Captain's eyes to widern in horror. Overcome with dizziness his knees buckled from under him causing him to fall onto his knees.
The Captain dropped down beside him in an instant, helping him into an almost cradle like position in his arms. He'd been shot before but nothing like this, never had blood actually broken the skin. Tintin risked a glance down and realised just how serious it was. He could feel where the bullet had gone, straight into his stomach and the blood exiting seemed to be just gushing away before his very eye's.
Seconds later he felt something warm and irony exiting his mouth and upon coughing realised that it was blood.
He felt so helpless but the worst thing was, he could feel his body giving up on him despite the youth he held. Althought he knew the Captain was holding him he could barely feel him. The truth was, he was scared, really scared. He didn't want to die like this, miles away from the confides of his home.
"I'm sorry Captain" He cried
"It's not your fault, none of it" The Captain replied through a waterfall of tears. "Calculus! Please! Someone!" he yelled at the top of his voice.
"C...Captain, Don't"
"Tintin no! I'm not letting you go! I... I can't" He cried, the last words coming out as only a whisper.
"Theres no point"
"Don't say that" The Captain said, cupping Tintin's cheeks with his hands. "Please"
Tintin was barely responding and barely seconds later he slipped away, his soul escaping into the depths of space.
"No" the Captain whispered. The blood had stopped flowing.
Clutching him closer he brought his lifeless body up to his chest, right to his heart, as in the Captain's eyes it was were he belonged