The Outlaw

Chapter 1

Life isn't always as great as you'd expect it to be, especially when you're born in the 18050's. Born to be bat shit crazy is what my mother always told me, and I guess you could say she was right. I've gone by many names, but for some reason, no one knows my true name, hell, even I don't remember my true name.

I had a group that I rode with,some called us the regulators, the pistoleers, and some even called us the rustlers. I never really got around to naming the group, but it all went to shit. You see, no one ever really knew that I was some kind of special. No one took the time to sit down and listen to me, I guess that's what I get for being a famous outlaw. I will tell you this though, everything changed when Pat Garrett became sheriff, and it was honestly a great big stab in the back.

I did everything for that bastard, then true colors were revealed, he was even a human at all. He claimed to be the titan king Kronos, but he never killed me like they say. He let me live saying something about I'll repay him one day, but he did something to me. I've been alive for over a hundred years, but it's okay though, the bastard let me live, but who do you think killed him? Well it sure as hell wasn't Brazel, that bastard couldn't hit a fuckin horse standing two feet in front of him.

He put a curse on me, I was made immortal, and I was ready to kill the bastard myself, and I used my special guns for him. My first revolver, named her Beth, a Colt single action army, made with special ammo, I can't exactly tell you the secret to the ammo, but it's great for killing those so called deities.

Then my personal favorite, my Colt 1851 Navy, I call her what the is, the Ripper. It may be a cap and ball revolver, but that's my favorite part. My father told me that magic was used on it. Now I didn't believe him at first, because no hun just has infinite ammo, you have to run out one way or another. I quickly believed him after though, because when it came down to it, I just kept firing and firing and it never ran out.

As far as it goes for my father, well, how much do you know about them Greeks and their mythology? I'll tell you right now, I thought it was all bullshit, but when I met my father, I knew it was real. My fathers name is Hades, and it's honestly insane. He gets out from time to time, just to see how the world changes, and I guess when he left someone else in charge, he decided to tour the new country, and man, he got to business. One night in New York he met my mother, knocked her up and hit the road.
At first I was angry with him, but when he explained it, I guess I understood.

With that being said, let's get back to me being immortal shall we? The world changed a lot, but I always kept my guns on me, I got a new horse from time to time, once they were wore out, I always either sold em off or put them down. That changed one day when the world really changed. World War One had began when that Ferdinand feller from Austria was shot and killed by someone from Serbia, and not long after, the whole world got involved.

Now as I said, anything that's got to do with killing, well, that's my department. So of course, I always had to keep up with different social security cards, birth certificates, ID's and really the whole 9 yards, you can thank my father for the help. One name always stayed the same though, Billy. Of course I enlisted, who the hell wouldn't?

I'll never forget both wars though, now that was bad news. If you think war was bad, well, let me feel you something, the civil war had nothing on this. Trench warfare was the main game over there, but I was an excellent marksman, so I never had a problem. Trench foot was bad enough, with all the piss and shit building up, mixed with the constant rain, I saw peoples feet rotting away from right under them, real nasty shit.

Besides all the bloodshed, the constant gassing from the Germans and diseases spreading around, we did okay lots of poker. Bets were made, lots of wins on my part, but the best part? Cigarettes and whiskey.