So I just finished watching The Quick And The Dead, which is one of my favorite movies right now, admittedly. I've always had a thing for The Kid and I came up with this little drabble quickly, so I hope you guys don't hate it. Review, my dears!
"You stole my life."
Those four words had more hatred in them than more people in that one little town had ever heard. They were spoken out of the pain of a broken heart, one that hadn't been quite whole for years now due to the monster that stood before her. Every clearly spoken syllable hinted at a past that the man standing mere feet away had ruined, though the onlookers would never understand and even so, how could they when she could barely understand it herself?
Oh but there was one thing that she did understand. You see, this man had screwed her over twice now and she wasn't about to leave the town of Redemption without his blood on her hands.
With one hand on the gun in her holster, she let her fingers run across the smooth metal as she cocked it. The look in her eyes was one of pure malice, one that said that she fully intended to kill him and that this time it wouldn't be an accident like how he had once provoked a younger version of herself to kill her own father. There would be no slip of the hand, not this time.
The hopeful face of her father floated just behind her eyes. His mouth was moving but the words he spoke had been stolen long ago, replaced with the mute image that now played on a continuous loop. Now though, another had been added to the silent show – a young boy with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen, the same one who had once told her that he was the fastest in this damn town and that he liked her.
His name had been Fee Harod but he had insisted that she call him 'The Kid'. She had once thought that she did them both a favor when she told him that she didn't care for him like he thought she did, but there had been many moments that had almost caused her to take back her words. That boy had always been more trouble than he was worth, even in death. Regret still fills her mind every now and then but she knows that her chance was up long ago, when that bullet passed through him and evidently proved his father to be the fastest in the town, even at the expense of his own son's life.
The few memories of quick fucks and even quicker kisses plague her thoughts now and if she had planned on killing the monster in front of her before, there was not a doubt in her mind now that he would be six feet under by the time she left, even if it killed her in the process.
So when Ellen finally pulled her gun and fired, John Harod never had a chance.