"Who was that?" Will frowned at me.
"I was just looking out the widnow" I lied.
"You were in the desert for days and you want to see more of it?" Will lifts an eyebrow.
"Yes" I say abruptly.
"I don't like that guy, and I don't want to side with your father, but he has done some bad things" He frowns.
"So have I, you don't know me and you definitely don't know him either!" I shout angrily.
"Calm down, we just want you to be safe" He shouts back.
"I can't die, I don't know what else could happen that is worse than death!" I yell.
"Annie, you don't want to be like him, I read up on this guy, they celebrated his execution through a party and didn't feel a bit of sympathy or remorse. I met those folks, I grew up there, they aren't bad guys Annie. His hands are stained with blood, he will never be able to wash it off, not even if you feel like you can redeem him. He is too far gone. There is something worse than death, and you'll find it if you keep following him. You can't save him, if you can't save yourself afterwards. Don't do this to yourself" He said coldly and put his head in his hands.
"Will, I wish I could sit here and promise that I won't ever talk to him again, but that would be lying" I frown.
"Annie...... Oh Annie, don't do this to yourself. Don't do it to me" He breathes out loudly.
"You can't ke-" I'm interrupted by Mary who quickly walks in.
"She's right, he is like us" Mary looks better than she did when I last saw her. I just realized that Will had a 5 o'clock shadow on his jaw. Worried lines stretched across his face.
"Wait what? But he can die" I stare with my mouth wide open.
"His fatal flaw. He is to help us with our mission. We can't complete it without him" Mary sighed. "We need to find him" Mary frowned. I considered telling them how he said to meet him, and the location. They wouldn't treat him right, they'd probably take him like a prisoner.
"I don't trust him without any kind of binds" Will confirmed my belief of holding back information.
"Did he tell you where he was going?" Mary glanced at me.
"No, he just wanted to thank me" I lied.
YOU ARE READING
Where The Bullet Lands
ActionI suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay...
