So I wanted to catch everyone up that has been following this story with what has been going on in my life. Basically this site is now blocked for me, and there are only a few ways around said block that I have found. Basically Imma have to write an entire chapter at once, and then upload it all at once, keep in mind, so that I don't lose access from the block. Anywhoozies, welcome back to those that are back, and Hello to all that are new!
Arthur
Weeks had gone by. I had laid low for the most part. Mainly I just wanted to be done with all this. I don't want to be a bad person, but it seems that it is much more simple that way. I don't question myself when I am being cruel... it just seems so easy. I dunno.. I reckon that we all come to a point in our lives where we think about where we stand on the moral compass. I stand up, and pat the dirt off of my knees. It is dawn. I found myself camped pretty far away from the gang on this morning mainly cause of Micah. That Bastard gets me heated, makes me wanna be the evil person a whole hell of a lot more. I have been doing more things with John, and it is evident that I gotta get him, his wife, and lil Jack outta here. Once again, its due to Micah. I don't think that anyone is really safe around him, he has been acting more and more on his own, thing is, most times his chaos ends up working, so he has grown on dutch. Seems almost as if Micah is his right hand man... So much has changed... I sigh, shaking my head. I look around and see Ford not far away, grazing on some grass.
"Hey boy." I say, giving him a pat. As of lately it seems its either John or Ford here that has my back. I give Ford a carrot before packing my setup away. I replay what happened before I left camp.
"Goddammit Micah! That's the last goddamn time!" I had yelled to Micah. John was gone, taking care of some things for the gang... Lil Jack decided he wanted to help Micah rebuild a wagon. I guess Jack handed him the wrong tool or somethin', cause Micah started hollerin about "A Uneducated son of a whore" before smackin' Jack on the back of the head, sending him into the mud. I rushed over to Jack, helping him up. Micah had his back to me, not even thinking that there would be repercussions from what he did. Of course I used this to my advantage, for as I have found out that fighting fair doesn't get you very far. I took my Revolver out and started "Pistol whipping" Micah over and over. He fell off his stool obviously, but what I did not expect was his reaction. He started crying, pleading, begging for his life. Now I had seen this man take a bullet and fucking laugh. I was confused that he was as frightened as he was, but as I stood up and looked around, I could tell why. Everyone was looking at me in shock, from the bucket of water Micah had near him to clean off the wagon, I saw my reflection. There was madness in my eyes, my hair was wild, and I looked like I wanted more.. but that aint what startled me so much.. no what startled me is that I wanted more. I wanted to end his life. I wanted to make it so that he could never hurt another person again... instead I made myself look like a madman, attacking members of the gang for no reason. Hell, it was only a few people that actually knew what Micah did. The rest just thought I got up and beat him senseless for no reason. It was alright though. It was alright cause I knew that he knew what he did. And you best bet your ass he aint laid a finger on that boy since. I did leave the camp shortly after that. Took my most precious items and got the hell outta dodge.