Kieran Duffy's Redemption Part 2
Here's Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy and once again hope you are all doing well and i hope for you to have your best life! 3 Happy Valentines too btw if youre reading this the day this is being written (your probably not) as you can tell as i'm writing a fanfiction about my favourite character bar Arthur in my favourite game you can tell im alone today lmfao. But i hope you all had a good valentines day with that boy/girl that makes you happy.
-Twigyyzz
"Can't yall leave me alone like them other fellas? I don't want no trouble I swear of it" - Kieran asked, again not to bothered.
"Ride with us or die."
Kieran had a decision and thus having dreams for the future like starting a proper life with someone he'd love. Or to give up all now.
Kieran was too much of a gentle buffoon to choose the latar.
After a long ride all the way through the state of New Hanover to the fierce, fercious and intesne colds of the freezing mountains of West Elizabeth. Kieran couldn't concentrate on his kidnappers mindless chatter about jobs, how much they miss their homeland of Ireland and a man called Colm, assuming it to be the infamous Colm O'Driscoll and from what he had picked up, he didn't sound like the most gentle gang leader, then again are there any? Among other things he couldn't care about. His attention was completely fixated on the horses. Race horses with long slender legs and a lean body, obviously poorly choosen purely for speed. He hurt to see how much they were struggling, judging by the strains and scratches on their bodies. His brief querry on why the horse hadn't bucked the idiots off their saddles who probably thought a horse's physicality was similar to that of cattle. It made his blood boil. These strong, beautiful intelligent animals were living in fear of these idiots. Not many things can make Kieran Duffy angry. And when he is. He'll knock you flat.
"Them Van Der Linde clowns got sure got themselves shot up in Blackwater! I say screw the train and finish the rest of them rats right now. We can't be far from them."
An O'Driscoll he was sitting with spoke to their leader which captured his attention. The Van Der Linde gang's failed blackwater boat job had spread across the country quickly. The bloodshed has terrorised West Elizabeth. Out of all the murderous bastard gangs out there, like the ones kidnapping him. The Van Der Linde gang's camp is a place even Kieran in his current state wouldn't want to be with. He wouldn't last 5 seconds with those bastards. At least the O'Driscolls were a big gang which should provide the protection and safety Kieran feels he needs.
"If we find them, definitely. But for now let's just focus on surviving ourselves. These pinkertons and bounty hunters. The instablility of the west is being stablisied by the New Yorkers. Colm sees it, I bet Dutch sees it too. We outa get out of here before we find ourselves at the end of a lynch in front of a bunch of pussies with mammy and daddy's and their husband's money. Never having to work a day in god damn pathetic little lifes. We better flee the country. Mexico is our best bet."
"I don't wanna go to Mexico, Tahiti or Neverland I want to go home! To Dublin! I want to go home, HOME." The O'Driscoll who searched Kieran replied.
"Will you shut up about home?! As far as we know Ireland is still hell on earth. I'd rather get shot and killed instead of starving because of them English bastards." The leader spat.
"You English horse fucker?!"
"No sir, mammys from Scotland and pappys from Ireland." Kieran replied.
"We're gonna tell the boys that you're an English bastard. They wip you like this" The O'Driscoll cackled as he striked the horse again with a cane.
Kieran was dangerously close to drawing his knife and slitting this bastard's throat. Though he managed to resist himself, mainly because he had two scary outlaws watching his every move.
They came up across the camp and although it was no New York mansion it was definitely a step up from his previous sleeping conditions. Much exceeding even the army. As it was quite hard to get a good night's sleep on a wooden plank with the sound of a man dying of cholera. The barracks swarmed with various sorts of vermin and rats. A constant shortage of water for washing, and the lack of suitable sanitary facilities, aggravated the situation.
The stopped at a hitching post, as the man got off and tied his horse to the post he grabbed Kieran by the neck and threw him off the horse to the ground.
"What was that for?! I didn't do nothin wrong!" Kieran pleaded.
"GET INTO THE STABLES WITH YOUR KIND HORSE FUCKER. YOU MAKE A SINGLE FUCKING NOISE I WILL USE MY KNIFE TO MAKE SURE YOUR ALWAYS SMILING NOW MOVE SCRAM" The O'Driscoll screamed.
Kieran immeidately got up and ran to the stables.
As he entered the stables he saw a man, feeding the horses. Before Kieran could say anything he spoke.
"You're gonna die here boy."
Before Kieran could respond the man walked up to him and offered him his hand.
"Names O'Malley. Aidan O'Malley"
"DuffyKieran Duffy!"
"You know horse's Kieran?" Kieran was suprised but for a ridiclous reason, nobody in his years of running with numerous outlaws had refered to him by his name.
"Yes sir." Kieran replied with pride, nobody knew horses like him and was prepared to prove himself.
"Well pretend you don't. These boys see any differences to their horses, no matter positive or negative. They'll kill me and they'll kill you."
Kieran was dumbfounded by the logic, but knew he wasn't exaggerating.
He found himself stacked away in the corner and slept on the hay, with a cattleman by his side. Despite it being useless against something like a 500lb Grizzly Bear as the door is left wide open by the wind. Kieran lay in the cold awaiting the morning.
Kieran is suddenly awoken by the deafening sound of gunshot.
He screams in horror to see Aidan O' Malley the man he met last night, who said he'd here. With a bullet through his head. He wasn't even standing, he awoke to that.
Kieran looked up to see Colm O'Driscoll emerge from the gunsmoke with a insane look in his eyes.
"DONT YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN" He bellowed at the corpse. He turned to Kieran
"PLEASE DONT SHOOT ME!" Kieran begged at him.
Colm laughed sadistically and sarastically put his hands up "Oh Miss, I wasn't going hurt you. Why you cryin? GET UP!"
Kieran immediately stood up with his hands up.
"STOP COPYING ME" Colm shouted referring to Kieran having his hands up. Kieran dropped his hands, his fear of this man controlled him like a wooden puppet.
" .SERI-OUS. HUH? YOU NEEDA DANCE SON" Colm again laughed as he drew his gun and shot at Kieran's feet. Forcing him to dodge the shots as he screamed in horror, with Colm laughing at every shot until he used them all in his barrel. Violently throwing his gun to the stable wall as he'd emptied the whole chamber into the ground. Sending the horses into extreme panic.
"Whats your name boy?!" Colm demanded
"DUFFY KIERAN DUFFY SIR." Kieran replied
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. MY HORSE JUST BUCKED ME OFF FIX IT STABLE BOY."
"BRING HIM IN SIR AND I'LL MAKE SURE-" Kieran shrieked back
"NO IDIOT I DARN SHOT THAT HORSE SO CHOOSE A NEW ONE. GIVE ME YOURS" Colm spat.
"yes sir.." Kieran whimpered, looking over at Brawnen, he knew that the horse he reered since he was a pup. Was about to be enslaved into a life of toture. That fact being reinforced by the traumatizing image of the dead Aidan O'Malley that the rats from the cracks in the stable walls began to investigate.
Colm left with his boys as they cackled about Kieran, Kieran himself looked over at Brawnen he patted his forehead and he grabbed his reins, Brawnen pulled back. Like he knew what was happening.
Kieran dragged Brawnen out to the centre where Colm was waiting with his gang, they were out to try and locate the Van Der Linde gang, from what Kieran had gathered from the ride yesterday, Colm was a bit obessed with the Van Der Linde gang and to see Dutch breath his last would make sure he'd die a happy man.
As Colm snapped the reins from Kieran's hands and prepared to get on Brawnen. He spontaneously again grabbed Kieran by the neck
"IS THIS HORSE STRONG"
"YES" Kieran cried.
"IS HE FAST"
"YES"
"IF THIS HORSE ISN'T OF A HIGH STANDARD I WILL COME BACK HERE AND SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT YOU HEAR ME STABLE BOY."
"YESSSSS" Kieran yelped.
Colm rode away, Kieran immediately ran to the stables and grabbed the strongest horse for his situation taking into account the weather conditions and the physical features of the horse. As he went to jump on he was once again startled by gunfire.
"O'DRISCOLLSSSSS! YOU'RE DEAD!"
Kieran immediately got into cover, looking over his hiding spot he saw O'Driscolls dropping left and right.
"ITS VAN DER LINDE AND MORGAN FALL BACK" Shouted the commanding O'Driscoll that had escorted Kieran to camp the previous night. Immediately after giving the order getting shot down by a man in a blue fuzzy coat and a rather old hat. Kieran knew he had to hide it out. There was no point in trying to make a run for it on the horse, first off the horse wouldn't go twenty yards before being gunned down in what could be only be described as a war. Also enough horses had suffered already. Kieran hid in his spot covering his ears in fear of going deaf and the very real possibility he'd open his eyes to a gun between them...
Night had fallen. Kieran knew the wolves were on their way to feast on the dead, every O'Driscoll in the camp had been wiped out. If only that bastard Colm was there, Kieran thought.
He got on his choosen horse and bolted from the camp.
He came upon a frozen over river and into a clearing where he could hear shouting voices in the distance. Although they weren't Irish accents but the voices he heard before the whole camp was obilterated.
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