(Chapter 10: Slaughterhouse)
William Barlow seethed in rage once he heard the rescue party arrive with authority, several watchtower guards fell from their position and crashed to the dirt, all dead. Bill Pierce was handed a sniper rifle a soldier, the prize fighter aimed through the steel gates at the front of the penitentiary. Bill was shocked when he seen Jack at the gallows, the rescue party had arrived right on time. Bill shot at the rope, thus setting Jack free.
William turned around, and looked up to see that the Marston boy was free from the rope in which was to silence him for good. Jack leaped from the gallows and tackled the owner of the penitentiary to the ground with a thud, both grunting once they crashed.
Jack rolled away from William, he had to weapons, thus he had to fight with his fists for now. Jack was at a great disadvantage, William had a golden cutlass and a sawed off shotgun in his holster. Chaos was unfolding, people were screaming and the prisoners were cheering. The young gunslinger looked around to see guards scrambling to try and figure out the situation.
Jack wouldn't be the person to run from a fight, but it was the smart idea to run away from a man whom had two weapons with him, Jack didn't even have a knife to defend himself with. Dred, and Tonya was still on the verge of being hanged.
"I've got to set them free." Jack said to himself as he ran towards a door at a large facility on the island. This was solely for the guards and William only, but Jack knew that his weapons had been stored there.
William chased Jack with his golden cutlass in the air, he wanted Jack's head now. The young gunslinger looked over his shoulder to see the ruthless owner rush after him, he then faced forwards as he edged closer towards the massive facility.
A guard happened to be in the way, which provided Jack with some cover. The guard took aim at the gunslinger, Jack was quick to react as he jumped to the left a few seconds before the guard fired at him. The rifle shell went right into William, causing the owner to collapse. The guard was shocked, his eyes widened right when Jack's arm hooked around his throat. The officer gagged as Jack started to choke him, this was to serve as a distraction, he was lifted slightly off the ground, and was thrown on top of his own boss.
"Get off me." William growled in pain as he tried to shove the guard off of him, the one that accidentally shot him.
William looked at Jack, the gunslinger was already within range of the doors. He then noticed the several people, who sided with Jack, at the gates. These people were wanting in, they wanted blood. Once the boss had shoved the guard off of him, he sliced his head off with the golden cutlass. William had killed his own guard, only for an accident.
"You sons of bitches want in!" William cried out, looking at Jack's rescuers, he eyed down a cannon not too far from where he stood.
"Then you'll get in!" William marched towards the cannon, he knew that opening the gates was a bad idea, however he knew that if he used the cannon to forcefully blast open the gates, the people in which had came to save Jack, would all be blasted away.
"I need some help with this cannon, somebody fucking man it!" William shouted, a few guards came to aid their boss. The four guards heaved a heavy cannon ball inside of the large device of war, William then turned it towards the gate.
"Inmates, and you sons of bitches outside of the gates. If peace is what you want, then you'll die for it. If you want peace, prepare for war!"
An explosive thunderous noise boomed out as the cannon fired, the heavy dark ball slammed through the gates and cleared out a good chunk of the rescue party. The war cries only got louder as the allies for Jack Marston charged in, the indians charged in with them. The guns started to fire every second, guards were downed and some soldiers from Fort Wallace were downed.
"What the hell? Why the fuck are soldiers of the American Army, are here!" William roared in confusion, he didn't get no answer, he only seen Bill Pierce charging at him.
William ducked behind the cannon once he seen Bill aim at him, he could hear the prize fighter's repeater fire a couple of times. Chief RainWater rushed in with a spear, running to the nearest guard, and then ramming his spear right into the mouth.
The tip of the spear burst through the back of the guard's head, penetrating his skull and killing him instantly. War Eagle, his partner, stood beside of him with a massive wooden shield of many layers. A guard rushed towards the three native americans, War Eagle still defending RainWater with his shield. The other indian did the same as he covered RainWater's back from being shot at, War Eagle smashed a wooden club right into the guard's skull that was attempting to shoot through the shield. The sound was nasty, a loud pop and then the scream of the guard. Blood was gushing from the temple of the head, making a nasty gushing noise. Blood was quick to pool around the body, completely draining the guard's face of color.
"Where is Jack!" Rebecca McIntyre called out, a soldier collapsed next to her as blood shot out from his head. Some guards had climbed to the top of the facility and was now sniping anyone they seen.
Bill made his way around the back of the cannon to see a golden blade being hacked at his skull, he leapt back to avoid from being killed by William. The boss of the hellish penitentiary wasn't done yet, he attempted a slash at Bill's chest, he missed again since Bill would dodge once more.
Some guards would burst out of the facility to head towards three turret guns, these turret guns would turn this large battle into a slaughterhouse and utter kill show.
Some soldiers tried to shoot the guards down, they were successful in downing a few, yet the numbers game was too much for the four soldiers to take. Rebecca seen the gallows, acknowledging Dred, and Tonya.
The irishman made her way towards the gallows to free the two african american inmates, Dred smiled as he finally had the feeling to fight and get vengeance. Tonya was screaming in terror as she seen bodies collapse, she could hear people scream in terror and some in rage. The amount of bullets flying seemed that escape was impossible, it was insane.
Tonya seen a guard's head explode when shot at point blank by a soldier's double barrel shotgun, she seen the chest of a guard seemingly burst when a large bullet from a sniper rifle went into his chest. The sound of shattering glass could be heard, a guard fell from the 2nd floor of a nearby facility.
Sirens began to go off in the penitentiary now, this would alert nearby law enforcement to try and aid the guards at Sisika Penitentiary. The police could hardly do nothing though, it would take them a while for them to get across the river, and to the prison island.
"Somebody get to that alarm, break the damn thing!" Bill called out as he tried to fend off the attacking William. The boss of the prison island found that trying to fight with the cutlass was useless against Bill.
A loud sound of bullets flying at a rapid fire pace began to ring out, the turrets were firing now. Anyone within the bullets path of destruction, would be dead. Rebecca was quick to react before the turrets could open fire, she grabbed a nearby guard, and used him as a meat shield.
"Dammit, no!" Dred shouted as he heard the turrets firing, he didn't know how much longer he would last, he could still be killed by turret fire. Tonya screamed in fear, she couldn't do anything since her hands were tied.
"I'm coming, I'm here!" Rebecca called out as she crawled underneath the rotting corpses of fallen guards and Fort Wallace soldiers, blood soaking her as she crawled under them. She slowly got closer to the gallows.
William went for his sawed off shotgun, only for it to get shot out of his arms by Bill. The guards wouldn't let William die easy, they came to his aid, and managed to get a good few shots in on Bill. The prize fighter staggered back as blood shot out of his body when the bullets dug into his body, he would then collapse…
The damage was being done, blood was soaking the massive field of work at Sisika in large puddles of blood from several guards in which lay near each other as they bled out slowly. One soldier from Fort Wallace laid on the ground with his entrails sprawled out of his gut, his hands covering the open gash on his exposed gut, blood leaked out from his mouth as he moaned loudly, he wouldn't last long with his intestines sprawled everywhere outside of his body. That soldier was a victim of the turret guns going off, Rebecca looked over the rotting corpse to see a soldier charge the turrets. That soldier was shredded to pieces by the turrets, his arm getting severed from his torso and his legs being shredded apart.
The snipers on the rooftops of the facility seemed unstoppable as they downed any soldier they seen or any inmate, there had never been any uprising in Sisika Penitentiary. This would be the first revolt of the inmates and outside forces, this would end up being the last for a very long time.
Meanwhile, inside of the closest facility, it was on the 3rd floor. William's pregnant wife was in fear for her life, she could see the absolute carnage that was going on the outside. The marshy areas of the ground had turned into a dark color from the blood, she dug into a chest at the foot of the bed to find a carcano rifle.
She smiled and approached the window, aiming out of it to see Rebecca rushing for the gallows to free the two inmates. The wife's fearful expression turned into that of a sadistic grin, a wicked smile from ear to ear.
"I dare you to free those moon crickets, you whore!"
The wife fired the carcano rifle, only missing Rebecca by a slight bit. The missed shot was enough to get the irishman's attention, she stood confused for a moment right by the gallows like a deer stuck in headlights. The wife had Rebecca where she wanted her.
Suddenly, a large shell went right into the knee of Rebecca. She screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground while trying to hold back tears. A few soldiers of Fort Wallace came to the irishman's aid, quickly freeing the two inmates. One of the soldiers was shot in the back by the carcano, Dred instantly seen where it was coming from. He stared down the wife from afar, slowly balling up his fists. He thought of the suffering that Joe went through, he thought of the poor Jeremiah passing away right next to him. Dred thought that Jeremiah's death was depressing, and it made him feel hopeless. Dred remembered how hopeless Jeremiah sounded in his last moments, now he aimed to get revenge by killing William's wife.
The look on the face of Dred said it all, as he approached the facility with a face of silent fury. His teeth showing in a vicious snarl, the wife's heart jumped into her throat once she seen Dred making his way towards the facility backed by a few soldiers. She could hear some commotion from downstairs, Jack was in the facility. It was then that she knew, there would be no escape for her.
"No!" The wife screamed in terror as she heard the battle for the penitentiary raging on outside, she could hear Jack tearing through guards easily one floor below her.
The wife of William tried to run down the hall, the snipers from the rooftops came down into the hall to quickly get more ammo. They happened to see the distressed wife.
"What is going on, Beth?" A sniper asked, the wife gulped and began to speak.
"I'm afraid, I'm in fear for my life." Beth cried, her voice breaking apart as if she was about to cry.
"And you rightfully should be afraid." A voice all too familiar said, she looked towards the staircase. The sun broke in through the open windows to reveal the shadow of the person marching up the stairs, there was long hair and a cowboy hat. It was the shadow of John Marston? No it was Jack's shadow!
In a matter of seconds, the snipers around Beth all collapsed at her feet, all dead. Jack had used his dead eye ability to gun down the snipers, Beth fell on her ass and slowly backed up into the bedroom again.
"Tell me, bitch. Tell me how much you enjoyed seeing these innocent souls suffer, for your fucking, sick pleasure." Jack demanded as he looked down at Beth with hate and disgust, Beth's eyes widened in fear for her life.
"I, I-I. I don't enjoy it, all of this is some big joke!" Beth cried, Jack shook his head in an angry manner.
"You're damn right all of this is a joke, I find it heinous that you let these innocent men suffer and die. I seen you giving your husband a toast, over killing Joe the other day. You shared a wine glass because you killed someone.." Jack growled, he then heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
"If anyone has earned to see your demise, it is this man."
Dred made his appearance at last, staring down Beth from in the doorway with the two black soldiers at his sides. Jack made his way down the stairs to go back outside into the fight.
"You sick whore.." Dred growled, balling up his fists. Beth slowly got to her feet, reaching for the carcano rifle only to get shot in the arm by one of the african american soldiers.
"You shared a glass of wine over the death of a dear friend of mine, Joe."
The next soldier fired a round into the knee of Beth, causing her to scream in agony. She could feel her unborn baby kicking inside of the womb, she rubbed her baby bump and her lips quivered as a sign of submission.
"Then you relished in the death of one who suffered far too long, good Jeremiah. Such a charming man, a sweet man. One with class, a beautiful soul. Your husband watched him die with no sign of mercy, I loved him like a brother."
Beth waved her arms out in front of her in submission and fear, she didn't want to know what came next.
"Such an innocent good young man, robbed from life.."
Beth got on her knees and bowed her head down at the feet of Dred, she feared every sentence he spoke.
"You have an innocent life within you, an infant. I don't condone such cruelty, but it is deserved. For all the innocent lives you've enjoyed to see taking, for all the ones you smiled at as they suffered, for the ones that have taken their life due to your husband's bullshit." Dred growled as he approached Beth, kicking her at full force on the skull.
Beth yelped out in pain, falling to her back and groaning pain. Feeling her head.
"I remember reading something in the bible, do unto others as they've done to you. Since you harmed innocent lives, we shall harm yours. We will not see another cruel bastard remain in your family." Dred growled as he took a golden cutlass from a soldier's arms, pointing the blade down at the baby bump.
"Wait please, don.." Beth couldn't finish her sentence as she felt, and seen the golden blade drive right into her gut. She didn't feel any pain within her, that told her one thing. The blade had stabbed into her baby from the outside in.
She felt the infant's kicks stop abruptly, she suddenly felt a cold sensation within her. The baby was bleeding inside her womb, she broke out into a fit of sobs and screams. Dred then left the facility with his newfound african american soldier friends, Beth's torment was not over yet. The three native americans entered the doorway a few moments later.
One by one the unknown tribe of three entered the room, War Eagle holding some sort of tiny stick with a rounded tip. Chief RainWater marched down the stairs with the other indian, leaving War Eagle to do his work.
"What more do you niggers fucking want!" Beth screamed, this caused War Eagle to smirk.
"My oh my white woman, what language. How about I shut you up?"
War Eagle would proceed to rape Beth and then murder her moments later, his final words to her were "Death to society, death to you."
The death of Beth Barlow would be the turning point in the large battle for Sisika Penitentiary, William would retreat on horseback, and all of the guards were slowly killed off. Many inmates were set free and many of them died while seeking vengeance against the guards for their brutal treatment. Jack Marston and the small army of men killed off every single guard remaining, during the battle, the siren was silenced. Two hundred guards were all killed, fifty prisoners were killed. Forty Fort Wallace soldiers were killed. That would leave Jack with fifteen prisoners, all wanting to join his gang in their vengeance against society. The Fort Wallace soldiers abandoned their job and decided to offer the gang their fort, Bill was critically injured and so was Rebecca. Jack would receive a good few bullets but nothing too serious.
At this point, the leaders of the gang was quite obvious. They were: Jack Marston, Rebecca McIntyre, Bill Pierce, and Dred Jackson. The gang of Jack Marston had finally gained some numbers, they would need to lay low for now. Jack knew that this battle at the prison island would not go unnoticed.
A few days later, Markus Van Der Linde would arrive on the island with Douglas Mulligan. The two had arrived by boat to see Jack swing on the noose. They seen several bodies littering the front of the gate, raising a red flag for them. The confederate flag and even the american flag, had both been ripped apart. Something major had happened here.
"It stinks." Markus growled, smelling the rotting flesh and the blood in the air. Douglas and the son of Dutch would enter the gates to see even more damage.
There was bodies everywhere, some in great heaps. The big pile of bodies was discovered near the turrets, bodies had been dismembered by the rapid fire of the turret guns. Markus couldn't believe his eyes.
"Oh my Lord, what happened here?" Markus asked himself, placing a hand on the back of his head in shock. Douglas noticed the gallows weren't empty, but they had the bodies of Beth Barlow, a heavy set guard, and the guard that had killed Jeremy and Jeremiah.
"It seems that Jack isn't here, Van Der Linde." Douglas said in awe, looking over at Markus with a concerned look on his face.
"I should have known Jack would be a fighter, we'll get him at some point." Markus responded, sounding serious with his words.
"This is Jack's work, Markus. Are you sure we can attack him, I am a bit shaken up by looking at all of these mutilated bodies." Douglas said in a truth. Markus sighed.
"Well, I stand unshaken.."