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DSM3 P1 Chapter 18
Bloody Justice
James and I were reunited, and after a long, adult talk, we were friends again. He told us we needed to run for dear life to Desolate Truth, because the men are pinned down bad. He gave me my gun back and I loaded it this time, and we sat out for Desolate, but we left James at the fort because he was not in fighting condition. Natasha and I ran for the enemy town, and we passed a charred body filled with holes and a cannon ball next to its feet as well. What a hell of a way to die, I thought. We continued through the forest until we reached Desolate. The doors were open to the city, so we ran in. Hiram and Harvey were shooting it out with a mad man when we arrived, and I pulled out my revolver just in time. The mad man was none other than Hansel himself, and he had ran out of ammo when I pulled my gun. I rushed in after him with Natasha, and she drew her Schofield. She got infront of me in the chase for Hansel, but he ran up the stairs. Natasha got caught up in chasing him and she didn't cock her revolver. once she got to the top of the stairs she stopped.
I was rounding the stairs when I saw her standing there, aiming at someone, she pulled the hammer on the Schofield, aimed it, and I heard a gunshot. She fell to her knees, and I knew something was wrong. I ran up the stairs and shot the figure that had shot her. It was Veronica; she had an M1889 as well, it was an older model, but still just as dangerous. I sat beside Natasha and saw where she had been hit; to the left of her heart. She was still breathing, and my heart was racing. I moved the hair out of her face, and she looked at me. "Take it..." she said, and she gave me her Schofield. "Live On, By Glory" was engraved on the top with an American Flag.
"Victoria!" I sobbed, she had stopped breathing, and she didn't blink. She was gone. I put my hand on her forehead and moved it downward, closing her eyes. I took her Schofield, my father's Schofield, my Schofield; It was Our Schofield, pulled back the hammer, and went over to Veronica. I fired off 3 consecutive shots, one by one, to avenge the death of the only one I had left. Victoria. I went upstairs to see Hansel Cowering under his desk, he shrieked as I pulled the trigger. With a heavy heart, I sunk to my knees. I turned the gun on myself. "What Glory?" I said. I pulled the hammer back. I thought of all of the memories, My father and my mother, William my adoptive father, Victoria, my first love, Natasha my second, who was really Victoria. I thought of Victoria, my one and only love. Gone. She was gone. No hope was left, I may have killed Hansel and Veronica, but the true Glory in my life was gone. I decided it was time. I shook the gun a little, the I took a deep breath, held it steady, felt the cold steel barrel on my head, and remembered my father drop it across the floor, and I remembered retrieving it, killing the evil men, and starting over. As I pulled the trigger, pictures of all the times in my life flashed through my head, the love, the happiness, the sorrow, the guilt, the depression, and the final love. The hammer flew forward, struck the primer, and ignited the powder in the cartridge. the cartridge wanted a way out, but the bullet was stuck in good, so the ignited gunpowder had to find a way out. It was so built up that it pushed the bullet forward and through the barrel, or, at least that's how it's supposed to go.
I felt a solid object knock me on the head, and then I felt myself falling, and falling, and falling. I landed when my vest caught on a lantern of some sort. Then I was out cold.
Bloody Justice
James and I were reunited, and after a long, adult talk, we were friends again. He told us we needed to run for dear life to Desolate Truth, because the men are pinned down bad. He gave me my gun back and I loaded it this time, and we sat out for Desolate, but we left James at the fort because he was not in fighting condition. Natasha and I ran for the enemy town, and we passed a charred body filled with holes and a cannon ball next to its feet as well. What a hell of a way to die, I thought. We continued through the forest until we reached Desolate. The doors were open to the city, so we ran in. Hiram and Harvey were shooting it out with a mad man when we arrived, and I pulled out my revolver just in time. The mad man was none other than Hansel himself, and he had ran out of ammo when I pulled my gun. I rushed in after him with Natasha, and she drew her Schofield. She got infront of me in the chase for Hansel, but he ran up the stairs. Natasha got caught up in chasing him and she didn't cock her revolver. once she got to the top of the stairs she stopped.
I was rounding the stairs when I saw her standing there, aiming at someone, she pulled the hammer on the Schofield, aimed it, and I heard a gunshot. She fell to her knees, and I knew something was wrong. I ran up the stairs and shot the figure that had shot her. It was Veronica; she had an M1889 as well, it was an older model, but still just as dangerous. I sat beside Natasha and saw where she had been hit; to the left of her heart. She was still breathing, and my heart was racing. I moved the hair out of her face, and she looked at me. "Take it..." she said, and she gave me her Schofield. "Live On, By Glory" was engraved on the top with an American Flag.
"Victoria!" I sobbed, she had stopped breathing, and she didn't blink. She was gone. I put my hand on her forehead and moved it downward, closing her eyes. I took her Schofield, my father's Schofield, my Schofield; It was Our Schofield, pulled back the hammer, and went over to Veronica. I fired off 3 consecutive shots, one by one, to avenge the death of the only one I had left. Victoria. I went upstairs to see Hansel Cowering under his desk, he shrieked as I pulled the trigger. With a heavy heart, I sunk to my knees. I turned the gun on myself. "What Glory?" I said. I pulled the hammer back. I thought of all of the memories, My father and my mother, William my adoptive father, Victoria, my first love, Natasha my second, who was really Victoria. I thought of Victoria, my one and only love. Gone. She was gone. No hope was left, I may have killed Hansel and Veronica, but the true Glory in my life was gone. I decided it was time. I shook the gun a little, the I took a deep breath, held it steady, felt the cold steel barrel on my head, and remembered my father drop it across the floor, and I remembered retrieving it, killing the evil men, and starting over. As I pulled the trigger, pictures of all the times in my life flashed through my head, the love, the happiness, the sorrow, the guilt, the depression, and the final love. The hammer flew forward, struck the primer, and ignited the powder in the cartridge. the cartridge wanted a way out, but the bullet was stuck in good, so the ignited gunpowder had to find a way out. It was so built up that it pushed the bullet forward and through the barrel, or, at least that's how it's supposed to go.
I felt a solid object knock me on the head, and then I felt myself falling, and falling, and falling. I landed when my vest caught on a lantern of some sort. Then I was out cold.
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