Alejandro Vargas

War

War brings out something new in everyone, turning people into the best or worst versions of themselves. It brings out the monsters who enjoy the power and the control, and brings out the heroes and heroines who want to protect their families and country. But above all, war brings violence.

The streets of Las Almas were covered in bodies thanks to Graves, the smell of blood lingered in the air along with the gunshots echoing in alleyways a few feet away. Alejandro kicked aside one of the enemies, uniform stained with a deep crimson as he hid. The moon was his only source, of light as he continued to crouch and walk, jumping when he heard a noise from the alleyway ahead.

Alejandro gripped his holster whilst approaching the darker space, waiting for a moment before quickly turning the corner and grabbing his gun, pointing it at whatever was making the noises. Not long after, his hands stuttered on the trigger, noting the small child who was currently armed with a weapon of their own, terrified and shaking in the back of the alley.

His eyes softened as he lowered the weapon, not wanting to scare the kid any further as he let out a sigh of relief at the fact it wasn't a soldier, but also feeling his heart constrict at seeing a child caught up in all of this.

"Estás bien?" He asked quietly, trying to calm the kid down whilst also trying not to draw any attention to them from the enemies lurking mere feet away somewhere in the shadows.