Lamb To The Slaughter (Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic)

The Devil Himself Came In The Form Of A Rat

It was evening. The light purple sky was beginning to shade into a raisin purple, and the stars looked like specks of spilled milk across the sky. Not a cloud was in sight, and the moon was crescent just for them . Delilah, was still asleep from her spiked morning coffee that she hid so well from Charles. Fae had taken up socializing with the ladies for an evening, and felt nice to talk about something other than: plans, whores, and ladies bloomers. But yet she found herself sitting around a table  with Young Lenny Summers, Arthur, John and her Javier. They discussed scars. Mostly John's new scar on his face, that he's so fond of.

" If you watch him closely you can often find him fawning over it." Lenny said holding a half full glass in his hand

A chuckle was shared across the table, under the gentle guitar melody that Javier played, "Now tell me John, you said wolves did that to you? I thought they didn't eat tainted meat?" Fae laughed, raising a brow, sipping from her drink.

John rolled his eyes, he was sick of being pestered about it," You gonna tell us the story of the cut on your hand, Miss. Five Finger Fillet?"

"That scar on your nose Miss. Fae, don't believe I ever heard that one?"Lenny added

She blushed, ah what a story," You haven't? I've been forced to tell this story a million times."

"No,no,no." John interrupted looking all around the table," Let me tell you about this one."

"Please John, you weren't even there. Arthur tells it best." She points to the silent gunslinger on the other side of the table

"I don't know Fae, your impression of Dutch is pretty spot on. " Arthur laughed

Lenny chortled," Well come on, is you gonna tell me about it or sit here picking the better rendition."

"Okay, okay, okay." She finally caved," I'll tell you. So I was maybe 15, might have just turned 16-" she was cut off, the words just stopped coming off her lips as she laid eyes on him. He's  back

She looked back at John, and the others around the table. His pot-belly-beer-gut hanging low in his red shirt, his knotted greasy blonde hair hanging in his face, and the definition of a douchebag mustache hung off his nose. The very sight of him made her skin crawl. She shivered and looked away. The whole table seemed to shrink and let out low growls and deep sighs. Javier quit his melody, and scooted closer to Fae, this was his only defense to protect her.

"Restating the story of how you got your precious scar, Johnny?" Micah spoke

"Hello Micah." John growled, shrinking lower

Micah? What kind of name is Micah? Who gets so bored that they name their child, Micah?, She once thought again. She looked down and tried to avoid eye contact. Micah took a seat in-between Lenny and John, both scooted away from him. The five of them practically huddled on the other side of the table to avoid him. Micah picked up the bottle of whiskey in the middle of the table, and began to drink it. Javier's hand went to Fae's, she held on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling.

"Javier. " Micah chortled," Who's the lady friend? Finally got one of the working girls to come home with you?" He thought he was hysterical.

Javier let out a deep sigh," Compare her to a whore again, and you won't live to see your next breath." 

Micah set the bottle down, short of breath from chugging it," My mistake, I forgot that the harlot topic was still a sensitive topic. Or maybe she could prove it's not."

Fae looked up and cleared her throat, she was ready to verbally assault him. To her surprise it was Arthur that stood up for her, " Don't speak to her like that. Or you'll have more than just Javier to deal with."

She cocked a half smile and tilted her head, tempted to flip him off.

"While gentlemen, while you were here playing house or dress up or whatever." He points to Javier," I was out working. Bringing in the money." Micah said

"What for Strauss? I'd hardly call that working." Arthur chuckled sitting back in his chair," What poor bastard  did you beat this time?"

" Don't be a hypocrite cowpoke, you do things for him too. I'm just picking up the dirty work you feminine type refuse to take, a man's work. And it was some sick farmer named Downes. He deserved it."

"Did he deserve it ?" Lenny asked

"Yes, Lenny  he did. Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen, I must go and tell Strauss the job was well done." Micah locked eyes with Arthur then walked away with the bottle in hand.

A sigh of relief came over the table, Fae's knuckles turned white from gripping Javier's hand," Pedazo de mierda."

"Easy dear." She shushed him," He's just trying to grind your gears, you should learn to not waste your anger on men like Micah." She looked over the table," All of you."

" The miserable muskrat took our liquor." John said standing, " Need anything while I'm up Miss. Fae?"

Fae laughed,"Maybe you should ask Abigail first."John rolled his eyes once more," Yeah keep rolling them eyes Johnny boy! Maybe you'll find a brain back there!" She called after him as he went to retrieve more drinks. Fae finished off her drink, " Imma turn in myself, I've had enough Micah for the past two days to make me wanna sleep for a year." She kissed Javier's cheek and tipped her hat to the lads," Goodnight fellows."

In the morning she ran errands for Hosea. This meant she would take Silver Dollar, run and run that horse, till he couldn't run anymore. She'd been doing this for years, and it was by far one of her favorite things to do. Just ride. Fae had stopped by the Dakota river, letting the horse catch his breath and get a drink. She soaked in the sunlight, until the clouds rolled over and a blood Curdling scream took over the birds song. Fae was quick to her feet, and quicker to her rifle that was holstered on Silver Dollar. On the other side of the river was a wagon, a bounty wagon. The very sight could send any outlaw running for the hills.

"Mommy!" A small voice screamed from the back of it," Help!"

A child. They had a child and were heading towards Strawberry. Fae would have let it pass if it was your average Joe, but this was an innocent small thing that she wouldn't let meet its end at the end of a California collar. No matter what they did. Throwing her rifle over her back, she laid in her spurs, racing towards the wagon. Drawing her shining silver revolver, she shot the driver, then the driver's guard. Quickly ending all the bounty hunter's lives, retrieved the keys and raced to the back of the wagon.

Once the doors were thrown open, a child not a day over ten was quivering in the corner. Her blood stained and dirt ridden hands where all that protected her. Fae holstered her revolver, placing her hands up," It's okay." She spoke in her mother tone," It's okay I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help."

The child lowered her hands, her sandy blonde locks came into view, so did those brown eyes that Finnick shared. Fae's eyes widened," Alice?!"

A/U: Have fun Micah.....Have lots of fun.... Mahhahahah!!