Butchers Of Blackwater Part One: Fire And Brimstone

Monkey Man

Jason Foster, my right hand man and most trusted associate but before the Butchers of Blackwater he was more of a businessman than a hardened criminal. Born into a very wealthy family, he attended a business school in England but he was more interested in swindling than building any reputable organisation.

He was so interested in the more criminal sides of things that he ended up moving to America and joining a band of ruffians and killers. Jason never did he any killing he just counted their money and read the newspaper to them. They operated up north in the mountains and occupied a small campsite in the woods.

Jason opened up new opportunities for the gang and in return they taught him how to survive and defend himself but he never joined them on his outings, he just sat back and counted his share.

One day Jason headed into a nearby town, Hope's ridge, big place lots of people most of 'em worked in the mines or were labourers. Despite the towns name there were was no hope to be found in the gloomy location not even at the bottom of a bottle.

Jason ran into a lovely young lady while in town and got talking with her father who worked in the mines, he mentioned something about striking something quite precious and now they're waiting to move it elsewhere. After staying for a few more hours Jason decided to head back to camp and tell the others of his new lead.

Jason told the gang of his new opportunity and needless to say they were very excited. It was decided that Jason was to come with the rest of the gang on this outing. He didn't protest much, he was worried about the girl of course, Wanted to ensure her safety.

Much to Jason's confusion the gang rides into town and before he could say "the mines are that a way" the gang starts slaughtering everybody in sight. When the lawmen started shooting back Jason was thrown off his horse and he lost sight of the others. He rushed to where the girl lived to find the door open and the girl crying in the corner. As he walked in he discovered the father at gun point.

The leader of the gang; Jason's mentor, stood at the end of the room holding a gun to the father's head. A sweet symphony of yells and hollers echo through the streets accompanied by the beating drum of gunshots. Without thinking Jason tackled his mentor to the ground. Confused by his sudden act of disloyalty the gang leader hits Jason in the head with the end of his shotgun and threw Jason off of him. After questioning Jason on what exactly the hell was wrong with him, he shot the father and the girl before she could even finish screaming.

The gang leader walked over to Jason to help him up. Disgusted by such an unnecessary killing, Jason pushed his hand away and tackled him once more he then proceeded to beat the man to a bloody pulp. Jason got to his feet, the fresh corpses of the people he once cared about lay in each corner of the room, although one was still just barely alive. Jason noticed the shotgun in the bloodied hand of his former mentor. He loaded the shotgun and began to fire until the gun was empty.

The door creeks open and another member of the gang pokes in his head to witness the gore and horror, jason stands covered in blood, steam coming off his back. He is absolutely shocked by the scene but decided not to kill jason on the spot; a decision I'm thankful for every day. Instead the gang member told him to leave and never show his face again. And jason did just that. Became a trader of sorts and started up a small legitimate business. And then he met me.