Chapter 1
22 years later
Route 66, a one way route to hell as McCree describes. He hasn't been here for 20 years and it's still the same when he left the Deadlock Gang. The abandon buildings everywhere with broken windows, red hot sand under the weather where it always feels like it's high noon. The sun so high in the sky, radiating heat onto McCree that not even his cowboy hat can even protect him from this unbearable heat.
While walking along, he sees the 'Route 66 Café' with a wrecked train hanging off by the rail above the café. "Home Sweet Home", McCree sarcastically muttered to himself as he tries to bash through the door with his left shoulder. As he enter, he takes in the environment around him that was once his home. He doesn't know if it looks better or worse now that it looks wrecked. Both floors and tables are littered with empty beer bottles and used cigars. He is surprised the place hadn't got up in flames. As he lights his own cigar, he went behind the counter to make himself a cup of coffee. Even though he described it as boiled dir, he is in desperate need of a drink since he drank all his whiskey yesterday afternoon. As he was making his coffee, 'if it can be called coffee' McCree thought, he heard a mysterious noise from behind the double red doors he assume it's the back room. McCree dropped everything and took out his 'Peacekeeper' gun, slowly tip-toeing towards the door. He jumped as he heard something break inside, slowly opening the door and peered inside into the darkness. As his eyes adjust itself with the darkness, he can just about see mugs and plates broken all over the floor. It has suddenly gone quiet, too quiet. Still looking around for any suspicion, he is unaware that he is being aimed by a sniper, with an arrow pointing right for McCree's head from the far corner. As the sniper got the aim, he let go of the arrow, flying towards McCree's head as he turns around.
Just as McCree saw the arrow coming towards him, he immediately duck and roll, a minute away from death, however as the arrow hits, it scattered around the room in a rapid speed, making it look like there were five different arrow, causing McCree to try and protect himself with a tray he found.
"Who are you!?" Shouted McCree. "Show yourself you coward!"
He hears the stranger walking up to him, can just about hear his footsteps. The stranger abruptly stops but McCree can feel his presence in front of him. He is desperately trying to find a box of matches from his pockets to get a source of light, to see this mysterious face that almost killed him. He strikes his match to finally get a flame. The first thing the flame cast its light on is a dragon tattoo, snaking around his muscular arm up to his shoulder. As he reaches his face, seeing his facial hair, forming perfectly around his soft looking lips along his curved jaw, moving the match up to see his eyes. His eyes look so familiar to him, but he doesn't know why. They are just so enticing that it almost draws McCree in, black as the night sky with the flame reflecting on those beautiful eyes. McCree was unaware there was an arrow pointing between his eyes, he can't help but be mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of him. It feels like they have been in the same position, staring at each other for eternity, until the strange man broke first and immediately run towards the wall, climbed up to the ceiling and opened some sort of door to get out with a bit of wind coming from outside to blow the flame out just before the sniper closed the door. McCree just managed to shake off his bewilderment from that strange encounter. He is just about to stand when his hand felt something that felt like it doesn't belong in this run down café. He can feel this velvet texture with some kind of design running down this strip of fabric. He strike the match again so he can see. It's a dark blue fabric with two golden dragons, entwine with each other, facing towards each other. McCree can tell it belongs to that dark stranger as they look like the dragons he saw tattooed on the stranger's arm. Just seeing and feeling this fabric is almost as seducing as staring at the man who owns it. He got up, took the fabric, gone through the doors and out of the café. With this treasure in his pocket and those dark eyes in his mind, he is determined to find him, as the man may missed McCree's head, but McCree felt that dark haired beauty shot his arrow and marked his heart.
What do you think guys? I am sorry this is a little short but I hope you enjoyed it. Do comment and give me feedback as I am interested on what you think about this story.
I will upload the next chapter next week. :D