Red Dead Redemption: An Alternate Path

by cj2896

An alternate reality to the very end of the story, so *spoiler alert* instead of John dying in his last shootout he will be saved by the allies he made through his journey. Then to finish the one last mission to end all of John's debts.

Air humid and dry, every breath more shallow then the last, sweat breaking from his brow, not from the heat, but for the fact what happens in the next minute will decide his fate; even though John Marston has already decided that out come. He peaks though a crack between the poorly constructed doors of his barn on Beechers Hope. At least 15 people are surrounding the barn front doors, all armed to the teeth; the pale dusty beige uniforms of the American Army are seen. Out of all of them only one stands out; with his slick suit and red tie, he stands out more than a bright star on its darkest nights, Governor Edgar Ross, coming to finish off the last member of Dutch's gang.

Withdrawing his eye from the crack John only learned what he already knew, there's no escape, and as if reading his thoughts Edgar Ross blares out "John come on out! We know you're in there", Edgar then gives a low grunt laugh to himself and continues loud and proud, "Maybe we can strike a deal, I mean if you're so willing to go down, so quietly, but I know you John and got to say that's quite the tale. Heh, I can picture it now. The day the last of the notorious Dutch's gang surr….".

The doors slide open, and John Marshtan passively comes through. He walks 5 steps in; every guns iron sight is aiming down coldly staring at John's temples. John now feels what he always feels when a gun is pointing in his direction, adrenaline now pumps through his body, his heart beats extremely fast, air passages and blood vessels dilate, his eye's focus on his victims, as if time it self is slowed he scans the area for Edgar Ross, but only to his dismay that Edgar is behind 3 tall men, John can't find a good pathway for his bullet to find it's way to Edgars corrupted political head. Time is ticking and even John knows that his stimulation won't last that much longer, but knowing he will go down shooting, the John Marston motto, he's not too mournful. As the stimulation drifts away John knows what comes next. In a split second the hand that was standing innocently to his side now holds a 6-shot double action revolver, holding 6 .357 caliber magnum rounds, and the first aligning it self with his first victim.