Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Act Thirteen - You Remember Me?

"That's only five of 'em," Hugh mumbled as they watched people walk into the church for their service. They first saw the woman, she was watching Ron's death. Like it was theater or something. Hugh strictly remembers a few names. The man who killed Ron, his name was Thomas. He called the woman "Ma" so she must be his mother. The man who tackled him is named Frank, and the others Hugh doesn't know.
"It's better than none of 'em." Arthur sighed,
"The guy who did it. Thomas, he's not there."
"Well, we follow one of the folks back home, get them to talk. Then we'll know where he is."

"Follow the couple, I'll follow the mom." Arthur runs off, carefully walking behind Frank and an unknown woman as he waits for them to enter their home.

Hugh didn't have to wait long as the woman lived just down the street from the church in a nice little townhouse. She had to be in her mid-forties, she shouldn't have someone there to take care of her yet. She's not that old.

He walks around the back of the house, and as expected he finds the backdoor unlocked. They were sloppy enough to leave a fuckin' calling card after they killed Ron.

It's one story, there's nothing really of interest. It's a small house. Nothing special. Then suddenly Hugh nearly jumps out of his skin as a piano echos out, following the noise he sees the woman playing the piano facing a window. With the loud music and her back to him, it didn't take more than a few steps until Hugh had his knife to her throat.

The piano comes to a sudden halt and the woman gasps.
"Hands up," Hugh said, the woman immediately shakily raised her arms. As she did so Hugh pressed the barrel of his revolver to her back. "That's a gun on your back, now turn around. Slowly." The lady hasn't said a word, she's breathing heavily, almost panting like a dog as Hugh puts his knife back in its sheath and keeps the gun trained on her.

The woman looks at him, at first she seems confused, then remembers the logs from the orphanage. He has a twin. Then she noticed the bruise on his cheek from the rifle, and her eyes immediately grew wider.
"Is it comin' back to you? What you all did?"
"We can talk about this." The woman said,
"You're gonna tell me a few things alright?"
"What...?" She asked as Hugh motioned for her to sit down and look at him.

The boy started pacing back and forth, keeping his gun trained on her as he did,
"Who are you people? Why did you do it? Boredom? Stupidity? What?" The woman scoffs,
"Why should I say anything?" Hugh looks at her and gets close. Close enough to see the pores in her skin.
"Because if you don't I'll start breaking each and every one of the bones in your body, one by one."

The woman started to cry as she evaluated her options, this was all just terrible. They never should've...
"Your brother killed my husband! His father! My baby girl took her own life after it happened, I should've done the same." She cries out,
"You're right, you should have," Steven said, taking his knife back out and keeping his gun on her.

"Where's your son?" He asks,
"I'm not telling you anything more, torture me if you want, I won't let you get to my son." The woman put on her bravest face she could as Hugh sighed,
"If it helps, you killed the wrong twin."  The woman's face contorts into a sudden stretch of fear.

Hugh scowled, the woman on the bench looking at him as he started to breathe faster. His chest was rising and falling with haste while he readied himself for what he was about to do.

He slashes across the woman's torso, a bloody gash opening above her breasts. He slashed her again, a cut split open her face until he growled and swung his knife across her neck, cutting it open as she fell to the ground.

Hugh looked down at the woman, blood pooling out from under her neck as she grabbed at the wound. Eventually bleeding out in a puddle of her own blood, Hughie suddenly felt sick, keeling over on the floor as he struggled to breathe.