I looked down at the knife sitting in my waistband, the knife that was just previously plunged into my thigh. The knife which undoubtedly killed many, many people. That thought turned dark quick, as I began to relive what had happened back in Geyser.
But I didn't have time to think about that. Move.
I crouched low and crawled through the darkness of the camp. Finally stopping just outside the gates, hidden behind some boxes. As I scanned my surroundings, something caught my eye. My satchel! It was easy to recognize it, its hints of black and red stand out against the typical brown colors. It was a gift from my mom, it held most or well, now all of what I had to my name. I needed that back. Now. " Approaching it, I felt it's familiar touch in my hand, sighing in relief. Digging into my bag I found what was left of a miracle tonic given to me from John after I had been bitten by a particularly unfriendly snake. I'm gonna get back to you. I promise.
Slinging my satchel around my shoulder, I approached the guards in question. Sneaking up behind one, I quickly clamped my hand over his mouth and dragged him away into the darkness. Without another thought, I plunged the knife into his neck, shutting his mouth, permenantly. Discarding the man behind the same boxes I had hidden behind previously, I approached the second guard. In a similar manner, I stabbed him in the jugular, blood spraying onto my body and face. "gross". Only then, did I realize how absolutely underdressed I was, my jacket and hat were gone. All that was left was my blood soaked pants and a thin button up shirt. In the middle of this weather? Shit.
Without another word I snuck off towards the horse, leading one forwards into the darkness of the night before boarding it when I believed I was far enough. Kicking the horse into a gallop, I took off without into the familiar darkness. Only then, had I began to realize the severity of my actions
"Wait... I just.. I just killed a man" Men. Men with a family, just like me, children, kids who looked up to them. I... I took-that away? I rode off trying to grapple with the situation, it was all so mind numbing. The only option I had was to stuff it away into the corners of my mind. The darkest corners.
There's no time to get sad or sentimental. I need to find my friends.
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"Red for Dead" An RDR Universe Short Story (Male Character)
AventuraThis is a short story to test out a dream I had one night. If I get feedback i'll turn it into a full scale book. Look, I didn't want to be a gunslinger. Almost every time it gets you killed in violent, brutal ways. But then again, i'm not dead.. ye...
