forgotten

I. chapter

notes :
-i know that gabriel used his wraith form while still being in the blackwatch,but to fit this story,he gained his ability after joining talon.
- memories = this font
- thoughts = this font
- also the song in the media,,,i listened to it while writing down ideas for this fic,,,you can check it out if you want.
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„shit-“ he whispered a curse while trying to stop the bleeding. this is bad. this is really bad. he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes. jesse mccree was a great shooter and a tough guy,but he wasn't a god or a superman, there's no way he'll survive.
he was cornered, shot,on top of that he had only 3 bullets left. „fuck.“ this simple word was the perfect way how he could describe this situation. it didn't got any better when he heard footsteps. he quickly got up.
that was a mistake ,because the wound on his stomach started bleeding even more. his whole body was in pain and mccree tried his best to even stand. his legs were shaking.
calm the fuck down jesse. he scolded himself.
the first shot was unexpected.
„crap-“ the bullet missed his head,but it was a close call. he quickly tried to cover and shot one bullet in the incoming direction. then his eyes caught something weird. a black smoke-like gas emerged from the ground. it started taking a form of a man.
no fuckin' way.
he knew who this person was. jesse never saw him on the field. he heard stories about the reaper from old guys like jack or ana,but he never fought him face-to-face. well this ain't good.
the smoke finally took a solid form.
jesse quickly aimed for reaper's head,but the bullet just flew through. it was like he was a ghost. the cowboy was a bit shocked ,so when he was roughly pushed against the wall by his throat, he didn't have a chance to fight back.
„...jesse mccree.“
a strange rough voice came out of the masked man. when he said jesse's name,it sent shivers down the cowboy's spine. inhumane.
the gunslinger tried to laugh but it was more like coughing. a small blood strain started flowing from his mouth and he tried to ignore the metalic taste of it on his tongue.
„well if it ain't the reaper himself. kinda feelin' honored ya' know my name.“
jesse grinned a bit. he felt the reaper's focus on his face. so he decided to take the chance and aim his gun against the talon agent. a great pain striked trough his whole limb when reaper grabbed his wrist.
„don't even think about it.“
the strong grasp made the weakened gunslinger drop his beloved revolver.
jesse grasped his teeth in pain. reaper didn't let go off his hand.
„why won't ya' kill me already ? you have me cornered.“
„don't worry cowboy. you'll soon die.“
he ain't jokin' huh.
the masked man lifted his gun and rested it against mccree's chin. one shot and jesse's brain could make for a nice decoration on the wall.
and if there was a thing the cowboy didn't want,well then it was being dead.
he was not going to give up without a fight,even tho he knew the chances were pretty bad for him. reaper was strong,armed and in fine condition. jesse was wounded,unarmed and was going to die anyways.
but the urge to survive wasn't going away. so with the last strenght he had in him,he kicked reaper in the stomach with all he got. the agent let go of his neck and jesse fell on the ground and finally grabbed his gun. he didn't aim. he didn't focus.
the mask shattered in pieces.
reaper froze on place for a brief moment but quickly came back to his senses. he covered up his face with his hand. jesse could see that he aimed for the man's weakness.
„that was a close one...“
he looked at the gunslinger and slowly moved away his hand.

jesse screamed. he didn't knew what he screamed. he didn't care. only thing he felt was the frustration. and fear. maybe sadness.
no fucking way. this has to be some sick joke. or a nightmare. he is dead. he has to be dead. he's dead he's dead he's dead he's dead.

jesse felt like his insides were being crushed.

the reaper watched jesse struggle. it was kind of entertaining to see the strong and confident cowboy panic. he slowly came closer and grabbed mccree's chin. that forced jesse to focus on the man's face.
the face he knew. the face of the man he remembered,was covered in deep scars and the confident black eyes were now a bloody shade of red.
jesse felt like he was going to throw up.
„no way...you can't be him... HE'S DEAD!“
he wanted to run. he wanted to get away as far as he could. he couldn't look at the face of the man he once trusted. he couldn't look at the man he once followed to hell in killer's clothes.
gabriel reyes. gabriel fucking reyes.
the name he forgotten so long ago. the name he thought would never leave his lips ever again.