Red Dead Redemption: The Legacy [Rewrite]

[8]

A week has passed since the ambush. Things were surely changing. Camp moral was low, despite my usual efforts. Sanity and Charles were healed up for the most part. Sanity still had internal injuries, but he was too stubborn for his own good to heal properly. I clear my throat as I approach the black haired male. He groans. "No," I take the cork off the tonic bottle as I hand it to him. "Absolutely not," I kept the bottle held out, not saying anything. He glares at me. "I'm not leaving until you drink it," I stated. He doesn't say anything. He huffs before snatching it out my hand and chugging it. "Now, was that so hard?" "I hate you," He mumbles. "You love me," I state before leaving him be.

As I walk across the camp, a sudden sharp pain pulls me to my knees. I reached into my satchel, searching for a health tonic only to find that I had none with me. I try to breathe through the pain, but it seemed to get worse. Salem notices me on the ground and trots to me quickly, helping me to my feet. She pulls me towards the trees near Taima and Harmony. I lean against the nearest tree. "It's okay, Sal. I'll be fine," I mutter. Luckily, no one noticed. Salem lies her head in my lap, in an attempt to comfort me. Harmony paces back and forth. Beads of sweat roll down my face. Harmony stops pacing as Diablo approaches us. He has some herbs in his muzzle. He sets them down a few feet from Harmony. Diablo stares at me before walking away. Harmony grabs them and drops them in my lap. I pick up the herb, examining it. I crush it in my hand while painfully slipping out an empty tonic bottle. Juice spills from the herb falling into the bottle. Salem and Harmony watch impatiently. I down the contents of the bottle. In a few moments, the pain subsides. I sigh in relief. I reach out to Harmony, petting her muzzle. "I'm okay. I promise," I whisper as I strain to stand up.

I walk over to Arthur and Dutch as they discuss our next move. "We need to find this Angelo Bronte and find Jack," Dutch tells Arthur. Arthur looks at me. "We know where he's at. Maybe we can talk to him before we decide to shoot up the place," Arthur tells Dutch. He nods. "That's a fine idea. Elisa, you're coming with us, right?" Dutch asks. I nod. "Wherever you need me, Dutch," He nods. "We'll meet you and John at the park across from his place and–" Dutch stops as he notices Sanity limping into camp, Micah not far behind him. Arthur and I follow his gaze. We watch as Sanity attempts to sit down. "Fuckin' Micah," He mutters under his breath. Micah comes up behind him, grabbing a handful of his black hair. "Who am I?" Micah inquires firmly. "Micah," Sanity responds, strained as Micah's grip tightens on his hair. This happened repeatedly for the next ten minutes. Dutch and Arthur couldn't take it anymore. The two of them look at each other before stomping over to the boy. I stood in front of them, with my hands out, stopping them from going any further. I flinched as Micah punched Sanity in the abdomen mercilessly. "What are you doing?" Dutch's voice was angry and firm. "We can't do anything," I tell him. "You expect us to just stand here and watch as–" "Yes. If we interfere... it will get worse. Do you want Sanity to die?" I snapped at them. They both sigh and shake their heads. "I gotta get out of here," Arthur mutters before walking away. I glance back to Sanity and Micah. Blood spilled out of Sanity's mouth. The only thing that seemed to hold him up was Micah's grip. "I'm your father. Not Dutch. I own you. You belong to me and you will respect me, you whore," Micah spat. A smirk crawls to Sanity's face. "Drop dead," Micah hits him one last time before letting him fall to the ground, unconscious. Micah glares at the boy before walking away, muttering, "Ungrateful piece of shit kid," Once Micah was far enough away, I ran to Sanity's side. "Damn it, Sanity," I muttered before trying to pick up my little brother. My injury was just as fresh as Sanity's so it was difficult to pick him up. Sean walks over to me, picking up the black haired male and carefully place him on his shoulder. I watched him carefully. "His tent, right?" I nodded. He walks over to Sanity's tent, me in tow. Sean watches as I rebandage his wounds and clean his face. "How's he doing? Is any of... this helping?" Sean asks. I sigh and shake my head. "He's not healing properly. And..." I sigh deeply. "I'm afraid what I'm doing is barely keeping him alive. So, I'm going to do that to the best of my abilities," Sean stares at Sanity's sleeping body. "I know you hate me, and even more so after what I did... but... I..." "You want him back," Sean's stare turns to me. He nods. "How do I win him back? I... I know I don't deserve to have another chance but I love him. I made him open up to me and I fucked that up but... I can't stop thinking about him. All I want to do is protect him and be with him and spend the rest of my days with him. Please, Little Morgan. I'm beggin you, here," I stared at Sean. "Fine. On one condition," Sean nods. "Anything," " Publicly tell Karen that you want nothing to do with her," Sean stares at me. "She's going to be a problem, Sean, even if I do convince Sanity to give you another chance. Make it known that you want nothing to do with that slut, and I will do my best to help you win my little brother back," Sean stares at me before leaving the tent. I follow him out.