"The Broken Path of Revenge"
Rated T for language and violence
Summary: It's 1910, and Stevens Point is in need of a hero during these dying days in the wild west. After a bounty hunter strikes terror on the town, there's only one man who must stop him and save everyone now close to him. And that's Sheriff Austin Moon.
Pairing: Austin Moon x Liv Rooney
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Austin & Ally, Liv and Maddie, or any of those characters associated to both shows. The shows "Austin & Ally" and "Liv and Maddie" are owned by It's A Laugh Productions and Disney Channel. Anyway, I was inspired by some of those westerns on TV and of course, the video game "Red Dead Redemption", and I figured I'd do a western of my own. Anyway, you'll see most of the characters from the show, and of course, the main pairing of this is Austin Moon and Liv Rooney, which is owned by Ross Lynch and Dove Cameron. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Prologue
Austin's POV
Life is such a cruel mistress to begin with. The next minute you enjoy it, the last minute it's all taken away before your very eyes. I was once that man who lived to see that happen to me. I was once that man whose life was taken away by a single moment. I was once that man who at times felt happy about the life he was living, now felt all alone.
My name was Austin Monica Moon.
I was born to my parents, Mike and Mimi Moon. We were mostly working in the hay business. We create hay in very creative reasons. We create them for our animals to feed on and quite fun enough, we also use them for beds.
Money was a little tight around the house. Just to make ends meet, we sell our hay-made beds and sell them to our local town. We mostly spend our money on food, which we needed for the family. Sure we were poor, but it didn't matter to us at the very least. We were still a family and we stuck together through thick or thin. Plus, we also had a lot of family time. I would mostly cook with my mom and I would spend time hunting down deer with my dad in our father-son adventures. He preferred hunting over buying food at the local marketplace. That way, it saved a lot of money. And even though I hardly had any friends to play or hang with, it wasn't such a problem for me as I grew fine with myself. Saves a lot of alone time.
So far, life was very good.
But one day changed everything.
It all happened when my mom told me to start bailing the rest of the hay from the barn we owned. While I was at the barn, I could feel the smell of smoke going right through my nose. It smelt a bit off. It smelt a bit horrid. But the realization was this...
...
...
...I smelled fire.
Realizing this, I stepped outside to see our house burning with flames. To make things worse, my mom and dad were inside the house. They tried to find a way out, but the flames were too strong and big to endure.
Knowing I went down on my knees, feeling helpless as it was, my parents had perished from the fire. This couldn't be an accident. This had to be an accident. I know it had to be an accident. But the bottom line is, it wasn't an accident. After the fire cleared out, I stepped inside the burnt rubble to see my parents badly burnt bodies down at my feet. It was the most horrifying thing I ever saw.
I sunk to my knees once again, crying and screaming. I wanted them back. But I knew all my crying and screaming wouldn't bring them back. They were gone forever. Never to return, never to come back.
But while I was crying, I noticed a small brown clothing patch around my father's chest. Curious, I picked it up, not feeling the heat in my fingers. Even if it was burnt, I read it very closely. It had two big bold black letters attached to it.
It read "DH".
Something about those two letters looked familiar.
I realized those letters were short for 'Devil's Hand'. From what I knew, Devil's Hand were a notorious gang who only did things their way, played anyone their way, and got everything their way, even if it meant taking an innocent life. What the hell did they want with my parents in the first place? What did my parents ever do to them? They didn't deserve to have their lives taken like this. No one should ever deserve it.
That single moment changed my life forever. Even though my tears were still falling, my blood boiled on the inside. My sorrow turned to vengeance. My grief turned to redemption. I clenched that small patch around my fist. It was very certain and positive what I needed to do.
I wanted to take my revenge against those bastards who killed my parents.
However, I couldn't take them all at once with my fists. I needed to take patience, time and experience just to get even against them. So after the burial of my parents, I knew I wasn't safe here at just 13 years old. So I had to ditch the town of Miami on the horse that we owned. We went from town to town learning about the gunslinging from cowboys. The town I mostly took shelter in was Little Rock, Arkansas.
I examined all the movements from all of those high-noon showdowns I've witnessed. The way they shot with pin-point excellence. The way they would dodge bullets with ease. It was clearly insane and it's something I wanted to try.
So far, I stunk at it. I was a horrible shot. And I couldn't even move in time to dodge any obstacle that flew towards me. Even if that thing was smaller than a bullet. But as time went on, I started getting better at it. I started getting a whole lot better at shootouts, and I've began to dodge bullets by a hair. I felt untouchable, I felt so alive. My gunslinging skills were definitely enough to take those bastards down, wherever they are. But I knew something else was missing beside me and my desire for revenge.
So by the time I was 19, I moved out to another town. By the time I entered Little Rock, I became a defenseless weakling with my horse by my side. And when I left town, I now grew up stronger, muscular, and wiser. Yet, I still felt alone.
That all changed when I stood in front of a sign of the town I was now moving and entering to:
Welcome to Stevens Point, Wisconsin
This was sure gonna be something else.
I'll tell ya, this is very interesting in my part? I mean, a western that brings two of my favorite shows on Disney Channel? Who didn't think of that before? I know I did, and it's gonna be very fun writing this awesome fic for sure!
Anyway, this was just the prologue. Next chapter, the real fun starts for sure. If you're curious to see what will happen, then stay tuned to next chap! Don't forget to leave a little feedback for sure. Until then, I'm gonna make... make... make you do a double taaaaake... BAM! WHAT?!
