AN: Hey guys this is my first Chapter of quite an epic FanFic in the making hopefully :P Yeah comment, and review :) Thanks :) Oh and this is set after the events of the main game, and yes Jack Marston will be appearing in later Chapters, so hold on. :P
Chapter 1: Night Awakening
He felt his body stiff. His finger twitched, he could feel his heart slowly begin to beat, that dull thudding in his chest. He breathed in and felt his chest rise slowly, a sharp pain suddenly causing him to groan, and release his breath. He breathed shallower this time, avoiding the pain of the wound in his side. His eyelids opened shakily, twinkles filling his eyes, but not from the back of his eye. It was from the pitch of the sky above him, the moon full and much brighter than the rest of the sky. It bathed the desert in a small amount of light, enough to see silhouettes, but no detail.
He turned his neck to look right and left, each direction was the same, a great expanse of nothingness, being broken every now and again with the standing of a cactus or some kind of shrub or maybe some misshapen kind of rock. He looked back into the sky, looking into the stars, small questions and thoughts being born inside of his head. Where was he? What was the pain in his side? Was he even alive?
He felt his fingers again. He felt the rough stone and dust as they scratched upwards to push himself up, his sides burning with pain, he felt his clothes sticking.
'Must be blood.' He quickly thought to himself. He steadied himself, putting his hands on his knees. They were grazed and cut up.
"What the hell have I been doing?" He questioned himself, hoping to bring back some memory of what happened. But there was nothing, his mind was completely blank. He couldn't even remember his own name. He looked down. He was wearing a poncho with one side ripped and dried blood soaking the edges. Underneath that he wore a white shirt, he looked under his arm where the source of the pain, the white had been changed to a crimson colour of blood.
"Awwww fuck." He whispered. He looked down further, he was wearing a pair of denim trousers, they had been ripped to shreds around his grazes, but had kept together. On his feet were a pair of leather boots, intricate patterns traced across them. There were a pair of spurs at the bottom heel of them, but no horse to be seen. He ran a hand over his face and ran it through his long wispy hair, racking his memory to remember what happened, or even his own name. He heard the sound of metal hitting metal and looked down at his hip, there hanging there was a large sliver revolver, hung on a belt with rounds inserted into it. He slowly rolled to one side reaching to the wooden stock and withdrawing the weapon for the holster, laying it in his lap.
He rolled it around in his hand, seeing the flowing smooth patterns over it… He remembered suddenly.
AN: Sorry to end it on a cliffhanger like that :P But Chapter 2 will be up and running soon :) Thanks for reading :D
Kaps