Red Dead Rider [Male Reader x Sadie Adler]

Prologue - Chapter 1

November 1899 (Y/N's age = 25):

"My name is Y/N...and today, I'm going to kill a man."

January 1883 (Y/N's age = 9):

Y/N was in town with his adoptive mother, Annabelle, looking around she was looking for marks while he was looking at peoples guns.

"Where's Dad?" Y/N asked calmly as Annabelle smiled at him.

"He's just finishing some business up and he's going to come and meet us. Did you apologize to Arthur like I said?" Annabelle asked as Y/N nodded.

"Yes Mother."

"Good, it's not a good idea to annoy Arthur." Annabelle said as Y/N looked around. That was when he noticed his father standing in the street, surrounded by other men, facing off against another man surrounded by outlaws.

"Mother, what's going on with dad?" Y/N asked as Annabelle looked over and saw Dutch facing off against Colm O'Driscoll, Arthur was stood alongside him. The standoff continued until Y/N heard footsteps Y/N turned and saw Annabelle get grabbed from behind as another hand grabbed him from behind.

Y/N tried to fight but the man holding him had picked him up in a bear hug, Annabelle was screaming and kicking, with Dutch unable to do anything as Y/N and Annabelle were fighting to escape their captors.

Looked at Annabelle and watched as the fight broke out, both he and Annabelle were dragged away and stowed onto horses. The two men rode off into the hills with the gunshots still going on in town.

They stopped a few miles outside of town. Y/N looked around and watched as the O'Driscoll's picked up Annabelle from the back of their horses and threw her face down in the dirt. They dragged Y/N off and held him close, forcing him to watch with a gun to his head as they set about beating Annabelle while she was down.

"Leave her alone!" Y/N yelled as he was hit across the face. Y/N watched as Annabelle screamed in pain as she was hogtied and being beaten. He looked at the gun next to his head and then back at Annabelle, he smashed his head backwards into the stomach of the O'Driscoll holding him, the bullet fired and missed him by an inch. Y/N turned and grabbed his attackers knife, stabbing them in the stomach as he turned was grabbed by the second O'Driscoll who had been beating Annabelle, they held him in a bear hug

"Oh, it's gonna be fun watchin' the boss gut you." The O'Driscoll said as Y/N tried fighting, driving his knee into his attacker but they just laughed. Y/N looked at his attackers eyes before doing it. He sunk his teeth into their throat, right into the jugular, tearing their throat out before spitting the flesh from his mouth as he fell to the floor.

Y/N immediately threw up from the realization of what he had just done, he'd just murdered two people, one of which was by ripping their throat out with his teeth, he picked up one of their knives and cut Annabelle free before taking a revolver from them, he had had a few lessons from Arthur, but he was hardly his father.

Y/N helped Annabelle to her feet and they climbed up on the back of a horse with Annabelle taking the reins, they set off, riding away and towards the camp when a shot rang out...

Blood splattered all over one side of Y/N's face, he turned and saw a bullet wound in Annabelle's chest, she fell off the horse as Y/N dove from it, landing and feeling what was definitely a broken rib.  He stood up and used the stolen revolver and shot the incoming O'Driscoll before running to Annabelles side, picking her up and using his neckerchief as a bandage.

"Mum, come on, I'm going to get you home." Y/N said as he placed her on the back of the new horse from the O'Driscoll he had just shot. "Heyah!"

The horse began to run as he spurred it on until he arrived at camp, helping the limp Annabelle down from the horse, her dead weight dragging him to the floor as other gang members helped him, carrying Annabelle over to a bed, they checked for a pulse, but it was pointless, Annabelle was dead, Y/N felt the crowd behind him part, he turned and saw his adoptive father, Dutch Van Der Linde standing there looking broken.

"Y/N, son...what happened to Annabelle? Was it...quick." Dutch asked as Y/N stood there with a terrified look on his face.

"Yeah, it was quick." Y/N said as he looked to his adoptive father...