Hello, after so long time – I managed to start this story at last. Before we start reading, I have to say some words before.

First, it hurt me to agree that I neglected the Rango Website a while. Reason were varied. Work, personal deeps, demotivation and similar things. Also the hate of snake haters hurt me every day and the try to find consolation. At the end of my last story, I lost a little my motivation to finish it, and I hope you aren't angry about it. But finally, I found a way to brace up myself and to write the last few chapters.

Yesterday I had to watch the fanmade Rango music video „Iridiscent" and I have to say – I forgot last month almost how beautiful this movie is. :3

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(Video is not visible in you tube search list, you have to use the link from deviantART user „The Ravens-Of-Moraea" or look into the link of this chapter which I published on deviantART).

I almost lost the feeling for it and I felt how old flames came back… I become too nostalgic. :S Well, all in all, it is still a great movie, which we should never forget. And I'm proud and glad about it to write this story. But this time in another version. All people who know me know what kind of story I planned to write. For the ones who are reading this story for the first time, I have to inform you that this story will be completely different as the movie is. It's more a new told Rango story where all became different. I mean – the good ones will be the bad ones (more or less) and vice versa. That's the kind of style what the story will go through. And I hope to bring back also the feeling what you felt in the movie. I hope I will not destroy the magic of the movie with this other version. Soo, I think that's all. Read the story and explore the characters from another side. Learn about their new preferences, features, feelings and be surprised.

By the way, the mirrored name "Rango - OӘͶAЯ" has nothing to do with a foreign-language word or something similar. It's simply mirrored to show the movie will be re-written in a mirror-inverted way.

Well, after that… enjoy the story… enjoy the way which the old-new characters will go… so here we go… and… don't forget to write a review. ;)

1. Death – Where are you?

The sun burned merciless. The hot wind gave no cooling.

Is it like an oven on earth or is that the entry of hell?

The rattlesnake lifted his head when wind blew sand into his eyes. On his head he wore a black hat, a gun belt with bullets wrapped a part of his body and a special Gatling gun had been placed instead of a rattle.

He coughed.

His mouth was dry and his lips chapped. No sign of water was to be felt in the air, no smell of something, which could help him hope for relief.

He lowered his glance. Pain went through his body of his broken rips. He pressed his teeth together. Not far away from him, the highway.

"Damn cars!" he cursed when a car drove above the hot asphalt. At least the drivers didn't see the injured rattlesnake which lay convoluted under an old overturned road sign. The shadow of the metal plate, labeled with dirty letters like „Las Vegas" or „Los Angeles", gave him very less relief from the heat.

He had managed to save himself but it had cost his last energy.

He looked to south.

He had managed to escape. But here, he had lost.

He closed his eyes. Maybe he could… He moved his body, but he gave up very soon.

No, it was useless. At least he would not die in south.

He came from south and will die in north. The main point was, he was away from south. Far away. Few days he reached the highway road, southern of Mojave Desert. He managed to cross the road, one of his biggest enemies. But he was hit by a car. A driver drove above him, without mercy, without stopping.

Humans hated him.

Everyone hated him now.

He had to run away. Far away. Never they should catch him and to take off his skin. Better this way to die than that.

"Hello Amigo," someone interrupted his thoughts.

The rattlesnake lifted his head and looked into little eyes.

"Hi!" the voice greeted again.

Three owls in colorful clothes stood in front of him and one of them, who greeted him, waved his wing.

"Anything wrong?" the owl asked again. "Do you need any help?"

The rattlesnake looked at them silently. A cold smile played his mouth. "Nothing can help me anymore."

The owl raised an eyebrow. "Really? So we thought you need help very fast or wasn't you struck by a car?"

"None of your business," he replied. "Just leave. Let me alone. My way ends here today."

The second owl scratched his head. "Oh, how ironic. I think our way begins now."

"Yeah," the third one said. "We are waiting for our companion and we will make a little journey."

"Whereto?" the rattlesnake asked. The death will come very soon anyway. Until then he could waste his time for whatever.

"Don't know," the owl said. "We are musicians."

"Yeah! We are the Mariachis!"

One of them blew his trumpet in triumph.

"I'm Raoul. This is Chico and…"

"I'm Lupe!"

They played their instruments, Chico his trumpet, Raoul the guitar and Lupe the violin.

The rattlesnake looked at them with empty eyes. Was this the last thing what he will see in his life?

"So, what's your name?" Raoul asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Not sure, maybe it's usually that after a greeting someone says his name."

The snake sighed. "Jake."

There was silence. Lupe shrugged his shoulders. "Simple and short. Nice to meet you…"

"And that's all! Get off and let me alone!"

"Sorry Mister Jake, we can't. We have to wait for our friend."

"Why here?"

"Uh… don't know… Why here, Raoul?"

Raoul had no idea. "Dunno. Somewhere you have to meet somehow. And I think this place is somehow somewhere."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. You can wait. But be quiet. I have a right to die in peace at least."

The owls nodded. "Alright, Amigo."

Chico spent his time to count the cars, which drove over the road. Raoul and Lupe tuned their instruments from time to time.

One hour passed. Two hours passed… two hours and 10 minutes…. two hours and 20 minutes… two hours and 32 minutes…

"Hello Amigos!"

A car drove over the street and a little figure flied into the sky and glided to the ground. In his claws, he held an accordion.

"Senor Flan!" the three others owls cried and embraced the fourth owl. "Now we war complete!"

Chico blew his trumpet.

Senor Flan loosened the greeting hands and stood himself in position. "Alright Amigos, our journey can begin now."

He stopped himself, when he saw the rattlesnake. "And who is that?"

He pointed at the injured rattlesnake under the road sign.

"His name is Jake," Lupe said.

"Jake?" Senor Flan repeated. "Like Jake from the novel 'Rattlesnake Jake' by Jerry Barker?"

Jake gave him an angry look and rolled his eyes.

"I read many book about the west," Flan continued.

Jake hissed annoyed. "Nice for you."

Senor Flan raised his eyebrows and circled around the rattlesnake with curious eyes.

After a while, it was too much for Jake. "What is it?!" he asked with loud growl.

"Uh, sorry, Sir," Senor Flan apologized. "But I was looking for some inspiration."

"Uhm…" Jake narrowed his eyes with disgust.

"Oh, sorry, Mister." Senor Flan raised his wings. "Let me explain. We want to discover the unknown west to collect impressions for our music."

"Impressions?" Jake asked in disbelief. "Were do you see impressions? There is nothing here."

Senor Flan chuckled. "Appearances are often deceptive. Sometimes you find things which you never seen. And you… mmmh, rattlesnakes are a typical part of the west. What is a west without a rattlesnake?"

"I think he is in big troubles," Chico said.

Jake pressed his eyes together and growled. "Just leave me! Don't you see, I'm injured. So do me a favor and let me find my peace."

"Amigos!" Senor Flan said. "I think this could be our first musical part of our journey. Highway – sun – death – a n d… sadness."

Jake looked to the sky.

Death. Where are you when someone needs you?

The owls exchanged some words and then, they played a sad orchestra, which could bring someone to cry. Jake looked at them with open mouth, then he shouted: "How long do you want to play that damn sound?!"

The owls interrupted.

"I thought to make death easier for you," Senor Flan explained quietly.

"Hell! I don't need a background music for the way to my destiny."

Lupe cleaned his throat. "Mister, I think it is not good for you to speak the special word "h-e-l-l" before somebody dies."

The rattlesnake hissed loudly. The owls lowered their instruments and kept some more distance. But instead of an attack, the rattlesnake looked away.

"I search another place to find my death."

With these words, the snake lifted up his upper body with big effort. He hissed sharply when he started to move his long with pain filled body. The injury cut his nerves like knifes. But he managed to ignore the pain for a while and slithered with trembling movements into the desert to north.

The owls looked after him with thoughtfully worried eyes.

"Flan?" Raoul began. "I think we have to change our music style."

"Or our melody type," Senor Flan supposed. "I think the death will reschedule his appointment to another place."

"And what are we going to do now?" Raoul asked.

Senor Flan thought a second. "Well, I think, after him."

They left the human made place and followed the rattlesnake into the lonely hostile of life wildness.

So, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

On deviantART you can find a drawn picture for this chapter soon. ;)

INFO: The road which Jake had crossed here, wasn't the same road which Rango had crossed in the movie! Well, there are two roads around the Mojave Desert! In south, there is Road 40 and in north, Road 15. Very possible that Rango crossed Road 15 where he walked from Mojave Desert to Death Valley, because there is also Las Vegas.