Sign of the Times (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Chapter Nine

My head was pounding as I made my way through the streets. Dead bodies lay everywhere, and Micah was nowhere in sight.

Micah.

 As my head began to clear out the haze, I could vaguely make out what had happened.

~Flashback~

I attached the hook from the steam engine onto the bars of the jail's window... figured it'd be quieter than dynamite. I took a few steps back to create a safe distance and pulled the lever back. The steam engine did its job and pried the bars off. A moment later, Micah was climbing out of the cell with another man following close behind.

"Oh no ya don't." Micah commented, shooting him directly in the head. My eyes went wide, and I felt myself gasp.

"What the hell, Micah?!" I demanded.

"He was an O'Driscoll..." He said, and I turned towards the sounds of people screaming behind me.

"Don't worry, you'll be joinin' him here in a bit, O'Driscoll!" Micah shouted, before I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head, and everything went dark.

~End of flashback~

I felt the blood trickling down my forehead, and I felt my body shaking with a seething fury I had never known. I trudged through town, stepping over dead bodies as I neared the exit. My head was spinning, throbbing, and I felt weak, but I didn't care in the slightest. In a moment of recall, I placed my fingers to my lips and let out a weak whistle. Thankfully, Zephyr heard it, and rushed over to where I was. I climbed up clumsily and rested my head on the horn of the saddle as we galloped forward down the road. A good bit of time passes before I noticed two horses stopped on the side of the road. I took a deep breath as I dismounted and rushed over with a renewed sense of strength. Arthur was holding him by his collar, and Micah was trying to reason with him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I shouted in a slurred manner, realizing that I was now running at the two of them. Arthur dropped Micah in a sense of surprise as all the color drained from Micah's face. My fist reached as far back as I could manage before it collided with Micah's face, emitting a loud cracking sound. He fell to the ground, screaming and clutching his bleeding nose. I tried to get another hit in, but Arthur grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him.

"What happened? You're bleeding!" Arthur exclaimed, still trying to hold me back as I fought against him.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD!" I screamed as Micah had finally managed to get his nose to stop bleeding.

"Dumb cunt..." Micah groaned in pain as he stood to his feet.

"Is what she's sayin' true, Micah? Did you do this?!" Arthur demanded, his words laced with rage. Micah held his arms out and laughed in an annoying fashion.

"Morgan... C'mon. We're like brothers. Who're ya gonna believe? Your brother... or some dumb, fucking O'Driscoll bitch?!" Micah demanded, and I grabbed my gun from its holster, pointing it directly at his head. Micah did the same as Arthur let me go.

"She's one of THEM, Arthur. Can't you see? She's an O'Driscoll spy! Livin' right under our noses! I can't believe you've let a pretty face come between you and the gang!" He said, and I scoffed.

"Go ahead, pull the trigger." He said, putting the gun back in its holster and holding his hands above his head.

"It'll just be one more dead body... and you'll take the blame for all the folks that just died." He laughed, and I holstered my own gun.