A Retelling of Red Dead Redemption
Written by: Robert
John Marston stepped off the train. He didn't like what he had to do, but it had to be done. The US government tracked him down to take down the leader of a gang he used to ride with before he quit that life. That man was Bill Williamson. John had an idea of where he was, but needed someone to show him just where Williamson was hiding. He stepped into a saloon that was in the middle of town. The saloon seemed to be the only attraction in town. He walked up to the bar. "Howdy." John said. "I'll have a Final Fantasy 7. No DLC."
The bartender glared at him. "This is a Persona town, son."
John Marston was not a fan of Persona. "Come on, pardner. I know you got some Final Fantasy in the back. Just get it out here and I'll be on my way."
"Son, someone sees you with a Final Fantasy in your hand in this town, you're as good as dead."
"I'll take the risk."
The bartender sighed and went in the back. He came back out with a dusty Final Fantasy 7 and handed it to John. He paid him and looked around the bar. He leaned in close. "You know where I can find Bill Williamson?" He asked the bartender.
"If you're lookin' to get yourself killed, I do know where he is. Up the road a ways. Big fort a couple miles. Fort Mercer's what it's called."
"Thank you very much." John said and walked out of the saloon.
He got up onto his horse and made his way to Fort Mercer. The bartender was right, it was easy enough to find. He got off his horse and approached the two large doors that kept any unwanted people out of the old fort.
"Bill!" John Marston shouted. "Bill Williamson!"
There was a long silence, and then he appeared on top of the fort, overlooking John.
"Wasn't smart of you to show up here, John." Bill said.
"We both knew this would happen sooner or later." John said.
"What happened to you, John? We used to ride together, you and me! And now you show up here, hand on your gun, ready to kill me? I'm hurt."
"It don't have to end like this, Bill." John said.
"You come up to my fort and interrupt me and my good time. I WAS WATCHING DRAGON BALL GT!"
"Oh, come on, Bill. We both know Z is better." John was looking desperate. He didn't want to shoot his old friend.
"And now you judge me for liking GT?"
"It's not that, Bill. But we both know that there's plenty better anime out there."
"NAME ONE, JOHN."
"Death Note is one of the best anime out there, Bill!" John shouted. He was getting angry, but his hand stayed still.
All Bill Williamson did was laugh. "Death Note? That's all you got? I bet you haven't even watched Bleach. Naruto!" Bill was just as angry.
"You and I both know Bleach has gone on too long for me to start now…" John said.
"You've changed, John."
"Bill. I implore you… come peacefully."
"What was that? You implore me? How about this. I implores you to get out of here and get a better taste in anime."
"You made me do this, Bill. The manga is better anyway." John said, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a copy of Shonen Jump. Bill immediately pulled his gun out before John had a chance and shot him. John fell onto the ground, losing consciousness.