Hey there everypony and cowboys! This is my first story ever, really, so don't go too hard on me with criticizing. I do appreciate it, but you get my point. So enjoy, read and write a review please. Let me know if you had some ideas to the future of the story.

''Hello, John.'' Agent Ross hissed through his teeth, grinning. ''How convenient to meet you like this.'' He said, with a smug grin on his face. ''The pleasure ain't quiet on my side ...'' he replied. Between a rock and a hard place, john thought. He was in a serious pickle. Behind him was the barn and in front of him about 20 soldiers plus a few ''Bureau'' agents who came to finish what he started. Bill, Javier, Dutch … now me. ''I should have known I couldn't trust you bastards in the end!'' he shouted with a sound of resignation in his voice. ''Made me do all the dirty work, just so you don't get your hands dirty.'' ''You know that we have no other choice, we have to do that, if we want to make sure that New Austin is a safer place.'' Edgar responded. ''Filthy liars and dogs, nothing but filthy liars.'' John mumbled to himself.

He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, as time around him began to slow down more and more until everyone seemed like they froze to ice. He would use his famous trick the last time, but with the 6 shots he got, he would make sure to make every bullet count. Deadeye.

He opened his eyes again and took aim at the first person, what seemed to him to go like for an eternity, was for his enemies just a split second that he needed to pull his gun. Time began to speed up again. As everything in the world began to move in normal speed he took his first shot at one of the 2 agents that came to kill him. The projectile launched out of the barrel of his colt, in the same split second he moved it by an inch and took a second shot, then a third.

When he fired his 4th shot, the first reached its target and pierced trough the poor man's skull. As the bullet spun, it started to grind a huge hole in his head, the entry hole was still small, but as it wandered through his brain, it ruptured more and more mass with it, leaving a huge hole at the backside of his head as it exited his brain.

The same thing repeated with the other 4 as he shot his sixth bullet. Finally someone shouted ''Fucking kill him! NOW !'' The first shot was fired as one of the soldiers rifle cracked, in the meantime, the last body dropped to the ground, leaving a huge bloody mess of brain juice behind it. All that John Marston lastly could do was to smirk, then the first projectile hit him, then the second, then more followed.

He suddenly watched himself from a different angle, as he saw himself being pierced and crushed by so many bullets. After 5 seconds of mass gunfire it came to a halt, he could hear his breath rattle in his ruptured and destroyed lungs. He had more holes then a Swiss cheese. Slowly he started dropping his revolver next to him, then falling on his knees, trying to apprehend what happened. He was in a full shock, he looked in front of him, into the eyes of his murderers for the last time. He saw guilt in everyone's eyes, but the agents.

He then dropped backwards and died, lying in a puddle of his own blood.

One of the agents lit a cigar and looked at his corpse with a glimpse of disgust in his eyes. Good riddance. He thought.

Well well, that's the end of the first chapter, sure is quiet short, but I intend to write more on it. Oh I hope you people like it D: Share, review, fave, follow, do whatever you like but please review :D

See you later, 'gater.