It was in front of us - Micah Bell

O'Driscolls in the camp

Micah x Reader
Red Dead Redemption 2
Spoilers throughout ❗️
Foul language ❗️
Enjoy ☺️
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"Kieran go go go!" You screamed as loud as your cold, croaky voice would go.

"I'm going as fast as this horse will take me (Y/N)!" Your brother yelled back to you.

Yourself and Kieran had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, you had two burly and scary looking outlaws high tailing you through a heavy snowstorm. You're not O'Driscolls. But you weren't nobodies. You'd only been runnin' with the O'Driscolls for a few months if that. Honestly, you hated being referred to as O'Driscolls but, you had your reasons for that. Yourself and Kieran had just left the camp in time before the men attacked. But you'd been seen as they made their departure.

You could hear them yelling threats at you, but it wasn't gunna work. No way were you stopping. They'd kill you both for sure. You heard a yell from behind you and turned to see Kieran being lassoed and dragged off of his horse which bolted past you and over the hill.

"No! Kieran!" You screamed, slowing the horse slightly.
"Don't stop (Y/N), go!"

Against your better judgement, you had to do as he said. You continued to ride away but the other outlaw was still hot on your tail.

"Come on sweetheart, time to stop runnin'! The more you run, the madder I get!" The man yelled to you. Sounded like he really got some sort of sick kick out of threatening people.

You hadn't gotten far from Kieran when you were lassoed as well and dragged off of your own horse. Luckily she didn't bolt and remained where she was, whinnying and jumping about in a panic.
Your face hitting the freezing cold snow caused pain to shoot through your already frozen body.
You felt the man hogtie you and turn you over. Honestly, you kinda glad he caught you. It meant you didn't have to be separated from Kieran. That didn't mean you weren't mad.

"Let me go you bastard! We ain't done nothin'!" You yelled at him whilst squirming.
The snow blurred your vision but you could just about see that the guy had long blonde hair and a massive brown coat on.
He chuckled evilly at your pathetic struggle.

"No can do I'm afraid. O'Driscolls aren't exactly friends of mine. And you missy, are an O'Driscoll." He taunted as he lifted you onto his shoulder.

You attempted to roll off but of course you didn't succeed. He had a firm grip on your delicate body.
"Fuck you. I ain't no O'Driscoll." You snapped. Heavily insulted that he dared to call you one of those scum bags you hated running for. Your brother and yourself were not criminals. Sure you'd done some bad shit but so has everyone.

He lifted you onto the back of his horse and mounted up. As the horse began to move, you suddenly remembered how uncomfortable it was to be stowed on the back of a horse.
Reminded you of the times when you'd be caught stealing and taken in my the law.
Looking back, you saw your horse following. She must be scared to death poor thing.

"Where are you takin' me?! Huh? Answer me asshole!" You yelled viciously.

"My, aren't you lady like. I'm taking you back to our camp, make ya talk then probably kill you both." You hoped he was joking but you had a gut awful feeling that he was being serious.

"I don't know nothin' mister. Neither does my brother. Let us go please." You began to whimper. A small part of you began to panic but you thought best not to show that just yet. You couldn't let these idiots kill you both...especially Kieran, he was all you had left.

"Sorry I don't believe O'Driscolls." He said, trying to get under your skin. It almost worked.

"Then what's the point in getting us to talk? Even though we ain't O'Driscolls." You retaliated.