Lamb To The Slaughter (Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic)

Wishful Drinking

O'Riley and his scum that was the only way to put it. Landon O'Riley was his name, and he was notorious for putting bad people down in a bad way. Everyone was happy that he was a worm's feast now. Then there were his children, Jillian the youngest and the fiercest, by far the most terrifying of the three. Then the eldest Jared, may he burn (no pun intended), was just trying to be the sad predecessor to his father. Then there was the middle one, no one ever caught his name but Jillian and Jared called him Boo. Apparently he was born blue and stupid, and ripped his mama in half. He was big, dumb, and dangerous, with a taste for rapeing and killing young women.

The last time the gang bumped into this bunch had to be at least two years ago, when Jared tried to gang up and pick off Javier and Arthur in town. But they ended up giving him a well kicking and a broken face. All made sense now why he wanted them more than the rest. From what Fae gathered from that night was that Jared was in a competition to get the gang, mainly the big seven: Dutch, Hosea, Irene, Fae, Arthur, Finnick, and Delilah. Landon hunted them for years, Colm too, Fae hoped Landon died in the most painful thing humanly possible.

It was a long and tearful explanation to Dutch on what happened, that lasted late into the early morning. About how they should probably move on. But he was stubborn, very stubborn, he insisted that if Jillian and Boo wanted to come kick down the door so be it. But we must stay calm, fleeing, moving is exactly what they would want. They would be ready, and this time they wouldn't hurt a soul. Fae reminded him on how they ride with a small army, Dutch chuckled, kissing her forehead," Lucky for us they can't shoot for shit... Go to bed my dear." He was scary calm in situations like these.

Fae scurried off the bed, crying for a while. She didn't know why she cried, she felt weak and alone. Scared too, she let herself get hurt and someone else she loves hurt more . Now to top that she had a big bruise to explain when Javier returned. It was deep, purple and nasty, went right down her forehead and over her right eye fading onto her cheek. No amount of makeup would cover it. So she gave it a rest and figured she'd figure it out in the morning.

Fae tucked herself deeply into her gray and white blankets, and nestled herself deep into her dozen pillows. She was scared of the dark, or more like the monsters that lurked in it. So she was hesitant to turn out the oil lamp, when she did, she drifted off into a deep sleep and didn't wake until the bluebirds called in the afternoon. Dutch must have vouched for her so she could sleep in. Or the reign of Susan Grimshaw would have been felt hours ago.

Fae lazily pulled herself out of bed, she felt as light as a cloud drifting in a summer sky. But she still couldn't shake that heavy feeling from last night, she tried her best to rub it off and not seem affected. She dressed herself in a white button down that she tucked into her black jeans, and wore her classic lace up boots that ended just below her knee. She brushed her wavy hair out and left it down, and did her make up minimal . Only some spot on the lashes and some powder over the bruise that had worsened overnight.

To her surprise, she was greeted by a calm and friendly Miss. Grimshaw, who pleasantly placed a warm cup of coffee with sugar and cream in her hands. Fae questioned if she felt alright, but based on the look of her face she felt sympathy.

"Dutch told me about what happened last night, quite a thing those people." She sits on Fae's bed and examines the tent," I stayed with Finnick for a while this morning, I believe he will be just fine."

"How bad is it?" Fae leaned on her vanity table and took a sip of the hot coffee.

"Not bad at all, I think your bruise is actually worse than any of his. Aside from the hand and a few minor cuts on his face, he'll pull through ." Susan stood, walking over to the petite girl and ran her finger across her cheek," How do you feel? Getting pistol whipped puts a number on someone's head."

Fae gently pushed her hand away," I'm fine Susan, really. There's nothing to worry about."

"Alright." She turned for the door," I'll be keeping my eye on you."

When Susan was gone, Fae took a few more sips of her coffee, before Retrieving her sniper rifle and slinging it over her back as she walked out of the tent. Her eyes glanced over at some noise at the mouth of the camp, everyone crowded at the entrance. That's when she noticed Charles and Arthur, her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. There he was, her musician, in one piece. The sorrowful feeling left her shoulders, as her lips spread into the biggest smile anyone had ever seen. Javier's eyes searched the crowd for her, he glanced over his shoulder and found her, his coarse lips even forced a smile.

Within seconds Fae was in his arms, as he spun her around," You're alive." She whispered hoarsely," You're alive." Then came the kiss that stopped time itself, passion, relief, and comfort was laced in it.

He held her for what felt like forever, when he set her down he noticed the bruise. His fingers immediately shot to it, barely touching it," What the hell happened?!" His brown eyes engulfed the wound

She took his hand guiding it away from her face," It's fine, just a little accident.. You know, clumsy old me.." Fae laughed nervously

"What did you hit it on?" He brushed the hair out of her face so he could view the bruise better.

"I tripped, walking into the tent.."

Javier's big hands cupped her small cheeks, and his lips placed a kiss at the center of her forehead. Butterflies broke out in her stomach, four years later and his touch and his kiss still set butterflies free inside her," My dear Fae, I missed you."

"Not as much as I missed you.."

"Miss. Bennett, where's my kiss?" The little Irish bastard chimed, Fae looked over Javier's shoulder and there he was. The little Irish cocker spaniel, tourtured and not changed.

"Sean!" She smiled," The only kissing you'll be doing is kissing my ass." Then she gave him a brief tight hug, even though they bickered like siblings, and he annoyed her more than anyone on planet Earth, it was still a relief to see him in one piece," Delilah's in her tent resting, she'll want to see you. And enjoy yourself tonight Sean, you deserve it.."

He laughed his annoying laugh," You as well Miss.Fae, and get Mr. Escuella out of his shell for once, eh?" He continued to laugh, then with the tip of a hat, he had gone to see the sickly woman.

Fae looked up at Javier who now stood next to her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, a lustful look in his eyes as he watched her," Come on." She stands on her tippy toes and kisses his cheek," Let's get you cleaned up."

A/N: Hey guys... :( I've been going through the loops lately, I've been getting over a heartbreak since November and still suffering from it.. I feel like it's been affecting my writing... it's just not as good as the last version... I'm sorry, I feel super bad.. but I'm healing slowly but surely.. hopefully I'll be over it soon