Before I knew it I was halfway across the desert. I knew I shouldn't of followed Will. I regret it already. Trusting him was a mistake. It was all just set up by my father. I bet Will can die, he was lying about the necklaces. This is why i trust no one. I hear Will screaming my name. I grasp my long blood red hair, I look up and see Will. He stares into my eyes and his pupils grow huge and then small. I suddenly feel light headed. I open my arms wide and soak in the sun. I start giggling and laughing uncontrollably. I look up at Will and grin. Suddenly, I fall forward into his arms. When I woke up I was in Will's lap.
"You bastard!" I yell, and slap him.
"Okay okay okay okay, I am sorry, I didn't want you to run off, it was an asshole move, I am sorry" He stands up and backs away, fearing the swing of my fists.
"So, you aren't lying, you can control people" I trail off and bite my lip.
"Yeah, sorry, I didn't know it worked on you" He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"So, I really have to protect my father" I breathe out deeply.
"Only for a little while, then we have a different calling" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "So, we are going to spend a lot of time together" His pretend optimism turns into true happiness.
"Yay" I mutter sarcastically.
"I heard Mary, is a stuck up bitch" Will blurts out.
"Great" I sigh.
"But, we have to find her" Will frowns.
"I don't really work well with others, it's kind of my thing to be alone" I bite my lip.
"Well we are going to have to change that" He smiles and gently pushes some of my hair behind my ear. I immediately began walking off, beckoning Will to follow.
"What town is she in?" I turn around and stare at Will.
"A little town next to Dallas" He smiles, optimism glowing like the sun. I trek on towards Dallas hoping to not be found by trouble.
"Um... Person?" Will yells from behind me. Person? Really? I turn around quickly to see Indians holding Will captive. "Sorry, I don't know your actual name, all I know your lastname is Campbell" He shouts and one of the Indians quickly cups his mouth.
"My lastname is not Campbell" I sigh.
"Ingabe uyoke ayeke ukukhuluma?" does he ever stop talking? a bigger Indian frowned.
"Akunjalo ngempela, babengaba uvumela umngane wami hamba sonke hamba siqu indlela yethu merry?" Not really, could you let my friend go and we all go our own merry way? I smiled devilishly. One larger Indian man grabs me and binds my hands with some buffalo skin. I frown as they guide of back to their camp.
"Your dad's lastname is Campbell though" Will smiles, a man is carrying him over his shoulder, I am behind him.
"Well, I owned up to a different one since then" I muttered.
"Why won't you tell me your name?" He sighs annoyed.
"Because" I sigh and frown.
"I also was unaware of your fluency in Indian languages" He smiled and crossed his arms.
"Stop acting like you know me, you just met me, you don't even know my name!" I shout. I can tell he is offended, and its not like one of us could trudge off angrily. He looked kind of cute when he was trying to be angry, I just couldn't take him seriously because he was upside down. His anger instantly wiped off, as though he could see the compassion in my eyes.
"How are you going to get out" Will smiles and gives his captor an annoyed look.
"Like this!" I yell and break from the binds. They were easily broken, considering I had a small knife in my back pocket. All the indians suddenly broke into chaos. I kicked the man in front of me, causing him to drop Will. I caught him, threw him over my shoulder and started to run away from the crowd, running like ants. I look behind me and only see two chasing me. Will had a very distressed look on his face.
"Why do I have to be the damsel in distress?" Will sighs and keeps an angered, but playful look.
"Are they still behind us?" I frown.
"They tired out a long time ago, I just wanted to see how much farther I could make you carry me" He chuckles loudly. "I never met someone who could out run Indians, all while carrying a guy on her shoulders, especially since you're..." He trails off.
"I wouldn't go there" I sigh. I put Will down and sit on a rock.
"So what does your last name start with?" concentration stirckened across his face.
"I am not telling you" I sigh.
"A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W-" He stops mid sentence. "It's W! You blushed crazy when I got to W! or maybe you just find me-" I stop him mid sentence.
"No, it starts with W" I frown, with the feeling of defeat hanging over me.
"Wilt? Wilkes? William?Wright?Wren? No it has to be something catchy, because you changed it yourself, something you would choose" He looks at my eyes, he better not read my mind, I will kill him, over and over again.
"Winchester!" He shouts smiling triumphantly. I can feel my cheeks warming up. "Oh my god! it is!" He shouted.
"Don't feel to triumphant, you still don't know my first name" I smile and bite my lip.
"Your red hair is stunning" He grins devilishly. My cheeks blaze and feel as though they are on fire.
"Tha-thanks?" I stutter. If he only said that because he is an ass, I will kill him, over and over again.
"Your eyes, are so deep and just, beautiful' His grin stretches wider, I could see the redness of my cheeks out of the corners of my eyes. "It's so funny how you blush so hard" Will falls over laughing.
"You asshole!" I shout and shoot him in the forehead. For hours I sit silently, regretting shooting him, in case he can actually die. All of sudden his blue eyes flutter to life.
"That was not nice" He pouts and his pouting turns into a chuckle.
"Oh no, did i just kill a loved one?" I sigh, my thoughts became frantic, I probably just killed his mother or father!
"Huh?" He sighs and lifts one eyebrow.
"When you die, do you lose someone you love?" I began gasping for air, at the thought of killing someone innocent.
"No? Does that happen to you.." He trails off, my breathing became steadied. "Thats unfortunate, I see why you work alone" His eyes focus on the ground.
"Well to the town to find Mary!" I clap my hands and stand up immediately.

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Where The Bullet Lands
ActionI suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay...