The Red Wolf ~ A Red Dead Redemption story

Chapter 64: Double Axe Inferno

Robert bursted into the building and within milliseconds he felt the warmth of the fire intensifying onto his face. Sweat dripped onto the ground, but his determination never wavered. 

"PETER!" Robert roared out as he looked around, seeing the burning furniture, carpets and whatever else that was flammable was on fire. He walked into a lounge just seeing fire around, his eyes slightly squinted upon smoke getting into them. But the smell wasn't just smoke, but the corpses of some of the dead. Smoking flesh and bones seared the sensations with disgust. But Robert pushed through as he aimed his gun around. He knew one way or another. Peterson had to die.

He knew it had to be him to put that monster down. He had survived an icy river smashing onto him, the shootout in Jamestown, the slash of a machete from Mac and now standing in a burning smoking manor, he could survive anything. He had to be put down no matter what. 

But he was gonna avenge the former Sheriff Byron Green and his daughter. His beloved Jessica and unborn child no matter what. 

The old gang hideout, the same luxurious manor it used to be was on fire, the flames spewed so much orange and red that it may have looked like he had just stepped into hell. Many horrid memories came rushing back as he looked around where he and the Wolves all had a shootout at the manor 4 years ago and then remembering Oscar's dying cries along with the fallout of the gang. And now this, in some way it was satisfying seeing such a horrid place finally burning away. Although, he was in more danger, he didn't care for Peter wasn't gonna live to see the next day, or he would die trying.

He walked through another room as he gazed over the burning bodies and burning furniture, still not being able to find him. Strange how a man of that size was able to stay quiet and hidden.

"Robert! Where are you?!" Arthur shouted out as he was frantically searching for Robert passing by some rooms of the manor. Though he had forgotten just how big the manor was with the many rooms that were inside, though he also saw all the burning bodies he queased up slightly as he swallowed the puke back down before running to bring Robert back.

He had to bring him back, get him safe. He couldn't let Robert suffer the same fate he had. He couldn't, he started caring for Robert. Though the irony wasn't lost on him as he frantically ran around with his gun in the air. Preparing for the monstrous Irish bastard.

Robert must've gone around 6 rooms just looking, he hadn't searched upstairs yet. Though that's where most the flames were. He kept searching with his gun in one hand and his axe in the other. Naturally he would've known the danger of him being in a burning mansion, though his raging persistence kept him on the hunt for the man who tortured him and his would be family. For he was a now a man with nothing left to lose. 

"Wow! Red Wolf! What a night!"

A certain Irish accented voice mocked out loud. Robert didn't see him as he entered the main hall area. He still didn't see him though his loud booming voice spoke as if he was in-front of him. "You've truly outdone yourself, the maxim gun? The fire? Now that is what I'm talking about! That's the type of shit that I'm onboard with!"

Robert aimed his gun up and shot upstairs but saw no-one but already dead people crisping away to the fire. For the first-time Robert flinched as he saw the skin of a man burn away revealing a charred skull. The smell was intoxicating as the horror of his actions began to dawn onto him.

"Yes, you did that Robert....and I'm proud of you." Peter went on, still hiding away.

"Just show your fucked up face so I can kill you, you damn cunt!" Robert roared out as he fired at a shadow from upstairs.

"Now now, why would I do that! Killing me ain't the answer Red Wolf, your now free....I'm your saviour now. You've got nothing holding you back now!" Peter taunted on, his words however just further angered and disgusted Robert on how Peter was proud of what would happen. That damn physcopath.