Red Dead Damnation (Van der Linde gang x Male Reader)

Part. 86

(F/N) grabbed his face in pain, almost immediately he tried to launch into an explanation,  "Gah! Fuck! I know you're angry but please let me explain." John responded by kicking the man in the ribs and grabbing a pitchfork from off the wall, "Angry? Angry doesn't even begin to cover it."

While (F/N) was clutching his chest gasping for air, John held the sharp prongs right at (F/N)'s neck, the younger of the two held his hands up, and tried to explain even with his lack of air,  "John please. Let me talk. Please, I'm a different person. I've changed."

John only glared at him more, clearly his anger hadn't faded, "Oh you have? Now you're being honest about being Micah's bitch?"

(F/N) winced at the use of that name, he kept trying to explain his way out of it, "No. No. No. I'm out of the gang. He tried to kill me. I left him and Dutch right after Arthur died." John was still giving him a look but he wasn't pressing the pitch fork into his neck anymore, so (F/N) kept going, "I know I screwed up badly. I was a dumb kid, who was to stubborn and scared to do the right thing." (F/N) was still breathing heavily, he could see that John wanted to kill him, in his eyes, (F/N) was just as bad as Dutch or Micah. But then the scarred man remembered something Arthur had said, he slowly pulled the pitch fork away and set it on the wall, "Why are you here?"

(F/N) swallowed and slowly stood up as he rubbed his side and chin, the man could still throw a punch, "What Dicken's said is the truth. I really was making a delivery and our wagon got attacked." John looked for any signs that the man was lying, he was about to say something, but then there was a knock on the barn door, "Come on you two, times wasting."

John glared at (F/N) and pointed a finger at him, "Just so we're clear. If you give me a reason, you're dead." John walked close to (F/N) and grabbed his pistol out of it's holster, he didn't want him to have a gun. (F/N) only nodded in return, as John put his gun in the back of his pants. 

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Alex let out a great sigh of relief when (F/N) arrived with the wagon, he had basically been shaking the whole time, every time he heard a small noise he pointed (F/N)'s pistol in the direction of the noise. John glanced at (F/N) as he drove the wagon over to the spot, the former gunslinger was sitting in the wagon's bed, "You left quite a mess. You're incredibly reckless, Mr. Cassidy."

(F/N) sighed as John pulled the wagon to a stop, "I apologize, Mr. Milton. But I had to do what I had to do to survive." Dickens watched as the two men interacted with each other, they didn't act like they didn't know each other. 

Alex smiled as the three men approached, he handed (F/N) his pistol back, "No sign of anyone, thankfully I'm so skilled with a pistol, that I was able to scare them off." (F/N) chuckled and slapped the man on the back, "You did fine." (F/N) holstered his pistol, and went to start grabbing the supplies. Dickens frowned when he looked at all the dead bodies, only one was recklessly shot at, the others all had one bullet in them, whoever killed them knew how to shoot a gun. The older man looked at (F/N), "So you and your friend killed eight men by yourselves?"

Alex laughed a little when he heard that, "Actually it was all Butch. I've never seen anyone shoot that fast, it was like watching a crack of lightning. I only got two of them by surprise. The last one...well he accidentally blew himself up." Dickens scratched his beard as Alex spoke. (F/N)'s friend was about to start moving supplies, but then he saw John, he instantly recognized him, he remembered looking through the wanted posters a few days ago, he was a dead ringer. Suddenly it all clicked, he realized that his friend's real name might not be Butch Cassidy, "Uh...Butch. Could you help me with Stephen?"