Arthur Morgan x Reader

Forty-Two

A scream escaped your lips as burning pain chased through your body and made every inch harden.

"Fuck!", you cursed and stumbled.

Your back hit the altar.

But you didn't have time to give into the feeling of nausea that made your head spin.

Again, you raised the gun to point it at Javier.

Groaning in pain, he was curled up on the floor.

Blood poured out of his leg. He was shaking all over, but still held the gun in his hand.

Breathing heavily, his sight clouded by tears of suffering, he managed to aim for you.

Your finger already applied pressure on the trigger as another shot rang out.

With his eyes widened, he managed press out a soft breath.

A thick trail of deep red blood ran down from his forehead, over his neck and disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt.

Without a sound, he fell over into the dirt.

The smell of gunpowder was in the air.

Gasping, you managed to pull yourself to your knees.

Your ears felt deaf. All you could hear was the distant rhythm of your own heartbeat and heavy breathing.

For a moment, the floor beneath your feet felt like it was shaking like a boat.

Your head was spinning.

You had shot a man.

Restless, your eyes jumped to the gun in your hand.

Your fingers were still wrapped tightly around the handle. But the grip weakened.

With a dull sound, the gun fell to the floor.

"It's alright...", Arthur kneeled next to you. "I did it. Like I promised."

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.

The heating of his heart pressed against your cheek.

It was calm and steady.

There was no doubt that he was used to this.

Somehow, it scared you.

Something inside your chest pulled together. Breathing got harder.

With gentle force, Arthur got you back on your feet and guided you outside.

Your eyes jumped from Micah to Javier's corpse.

A shiver chased through your body.

All of a sudden, the world was swallowed by darkness.

Confused, you stopped.

Arthur had placed a hand over your eyes.

"Keep walkin' sweetheart.", he whispered into your ear to calm the panic that tied your throat. "I'll handle it."

Your legs started moving again.

A low sound filled the air all of a sudden.

Out of reflex, you turned your head to take a look at what was making these sounds.

It sounded as if someone was choking on water.

In the corner of your eyes, a person lay in a puddle of blood.

A white hat was laying next to his head. It was drenched in red as well.

You sucked in a sharp breath.