Miss Orléans / Arthur Morgan x OC

18: Miss

"I'm a killer, I'm sure you don't want me nowhere near your kids."

"I've been surrounded by killers all these years, was one myself. You're not much different from theirs father."

"There's a reason you left though."

"Suppose there was, so my kids don't have to be like me or their father, they could be better."

"Then why you want me around? I'm just an Outlaw, I'll bring nothin but problems for your family. I ain't a good person."

"And I'm not saying you're a good person, but you can be better then most."

"What you mean?"

"The word Outlaw doesn't define you. It does if you make it. My father certainly wasn't a good man for quite a while, be he did try to better himself in the end. I'm not telling you to change, but be better then you are now. In the end, we all meet the same fate, life is fair, living ain't. All that matters is how you choose to live."

"You're real fancy with your words."

"The person who runs the gang when I was riding with before always gave pretty speeches and such."

*****

Instinct took over once the first gun shit went off and her current abuser froze in mid kick. The shot followed by yells and then more gunshots before breaking into a massive gun fight. Stopping his beating and trying to figure out what was happening, he didn't expect for the tormented women to react so quick.

Liliana, despite all the wounds and her aching limbs, surged forward and grabbed the mans gun from his holster. Before he could even react, he was already falling to the ground with a bullet in his head.

It was difficult to stand up properly, her legs weak and damaged ribs did not help. However, when she heard the familiar shouts of Charles,  it gave her the strength to climb the stairs. Each step was agony causing her to bite down on her lips to stop herself from yelling in pain. The stairs weren't that long but it felt like eternity when she reached the doorknob.

There wasn't much she could do when she pushed the doors open, vision being blinded by the sun that she had been depraved of for so long. Legs giving out, she crawled herself out of the basement cellar and when the figure of Charles came into her line of view, she finally let herself go. Unconsciousness took over as everything that's happened the past few days had finally caught up to her. Charles came running over to her and yelling her name before she allowed herself to take a break from enduring.

*****

"Thomas!" Dutch called out when he spotted the right hand man of Elizabeth riding up to the temporary camp he and a few others were staying at. It's been a day since the rescue of Liliana and currently she made no signs of waking up, with Grimshaw and Charles constantly checking up on her. The wounds she received were bad and her bandages needed constant changing and Grimshaw took great care to wash her wounds so it wouldn't get infected.

Dismounting his horse, Thomas adjusted his attire slightly before shaking hands with Dutch, "Good evening Mr. Van der Linde, I fear I was so worried that I just needed to check on Miss. Liliana. Her family is quite worried about her."

Dutch lead him to the tent that the female Outlaw was resting in and Thomas couldn't help but let out a startled gasp when he saw her.

"My goodness!" Thomas quickly rushed towards the unconscious girl and skimmed over her wounds. Grimacing, he pushed a strand of black hair from her fair, skin had a hint if a fever, "Those brutes! To call themselves gentlemen's of the Law and treat and lady as such," he could only wonder the pain Liliana had to endure and it pained his heart.