One day a portal opened, a hole inside the earth. A vault door, a pit, a gate to Hell? No one is quite sure. Out of it crawled a man, his skin covered in scars and dirt. He wore a hat, and ragged clothes, a bandanna cloaked his face. By the time you heard his revolver load, it was already too late.
He had no home as far as we know, the sand was where he laid his head. If you crossed his path or met his gaze, then pray for a swift death.
One day mob action swept the town, the torches were being lit. For every life that he had taken, we'd leave a bullet inside of him. In a single file line we marched, ready to end the drifters life. He sat beneath a tree and watched the fire light the night.
So now they come for me to lead me to my demise, but little do they know, they are in for a surprise. They have fire, knives, and loaded guns, but i have set the mines. And i will laugh as i watch them burn when the tripwires ignite.
I have murdered, hunted, pillaged, and taken what i like. I do it because i can, and in that i take delight. I have seen you watch in horror as i take life after life. And now i'll watch in joy as you fail to capture mine.
We approach the vultures nesting place and he perches still, in silence. You cannot fight fire with fire, but you can end violence with violence. We see the traps that you've laid out, and we are well prepared. We dropped the pins of hand grenades and watched you as you stare.
We encircled you in all directions, trapping you under your tree. We threw the bombs into the air, made you watch as they explode. This time the town met your eyes, there is no where to go.
I scowl at your attempts to best me, and quickly cock my gun. My blunderbuss aimed at the crowd, i refuse to run. I open fire without a word, and destroy the ground under your feet. Blood flies up into the air as lifeless bodies turn to meat.
A shotgun now fills my free hand as i deal out your fates. As each of you falls to the ground, you know there's no escape. You wish to deliver me to death, but i'm the bastard himself. And if the wastes ever take me, i'll see you all in Hell.
Morale is getting worse and worse, and the casualties are great, more of my friends collapse every single time he aims. But i have one last trick myself as we get closer to the tree. We start to take out ropes and pull til he's brought to his knees.
With hands tied behind his back, what's left of our mob opens fire. Despite his lifeblood draining out, all the monster does is smile. He doesn't speak a single word as we throw the noose atop a branch. And he breathes out one final time as we march him to his death.
Our line walks in unison, lifting him ever higher. The rope chokes out what life is left as he begins to expire. We tie the rope onto a post and watch him swing forth and back. We threw our ropes onto his limbs and walked until they snapped.
Each one of us grabbed a limb, while i chopped off his head. We took a moment to breathe life in, the bastard finally dead. We went to the farthest corners, burying each part of him in a different place. A new day begins to rise with the devil returned to his grave.