When the Devil Cries (Arthur Morgan X Male OC)

21. The Last One

From Eddie's POV

THAT NIGHT

FORT BRENNAND

Struggling in my restraints, I made a futile attempt to shake out of the shackles holding me as the harsh metal scraped against my wrists, causing me to hiss in pain as the cuffs gently clinked throughout the lonely cellar.

It didn't look like anyone above had noticed what I was doing -- or at least trying to do -- but it didn't matter much anyways. Without someone to help me, or some sort of tool to break free, I wasn't going anywhere for a long time. There were far too many guards surrounding me -- as well as some loyal hounds they had trained -- and considering my history with Atticus, I doubted the man was just gonna "forget" about me anytime soon.

If there was any hope of me escaping this place, I'd need help to do it.

I let out a disappointed sigh and allowed my arms to slouch in the shackles, thinking to myself as the night carried on.

What the hell was happening...? How did I end up here? It was only this morning that I was robbing a bank with Dutch, and now, not only was Hosea dead, I had also fallen right back into Atticus Rose's grasp...after so many years of trying to avoid him.

Part of me almost felt that it'd be best if I just took off on my own, and left the gang behind. I didn't want to leave Arthur alone, and I loved that man more than anything, but I was putting his life in danger simply just by being around him.

Everything we had gone through, all the people we'd killed -- it was because Arthur was trying to protect me. I was the one thing bringing Atticus' attention to him and his gang, and I was also the reason that Hosea was now gone.

Perhaps they'd be better off without my company. They had enough to worry about aside from Atticus, and it wasn't as if I had never been on my own before. Maybe leaving Dutch was the best option. Maybe I could just...disappear somewhere in the country, and never come back. But...I also couldn't just forget about Arthur either. I couldn't abandon him.

That man had done so much for me, and shown me a sort of love I'd never experienced before. I had no idea how I didn't realize it sooner, but Arthur was my freedom. He was the only thing separating Theodore from Eddie, and without him, my life would've honestly felt pointless.

I mean, my whole family was already gone. My father, my mother, my sister -- none of them were coming back. And my home was nothing but a distant dream now. Arthur was all I had left, and I'd be damned if I ran away from him too.

Breaking my train of thought, the sound of someone opening the cellar's door suddenly reached my ears as they pushed it open with a firm thud, strolling inside as if they didn't have a single care in the world. It was Rodrick.

The deranged man brought a cigar up to his mouth and took a drag, making the smoke dancing around his face in an enigmatic manner as he approached me step by step. He let out a cold chuckle.

"There he is..." Rodrick thought aloud. "...The very last Bishop."

I was silent in response and simply threw a glare at him, causing the man to walk even closer to me as I turned away.

He crouched down.

"Y'know," Rodrick began, "when I first told Atticus that you was runnin' around with Dutch goddamn van der Linde, and falling in love with his right-hand man...heh, he didn't believe me. Looked me square in the eye and said he thought it was bullshit. Told me he wouldn't believe it until he saw it with his own, two eyes."

Rodrick paused for a moment and brought the cigar up to his lips again, afterwards letting out a nonchalant sigh before continuing to speak.

"That's important, you know?" He pointed out. "If you wanna survive in this beautiful country, you can't just go around believing every damn thing that everyone tells you. Words ain't nothin' but a mask, and it's a hell of a lot easier to dodge a bullet when you can see it coming."