Chapter 2
After that strange encounter, McCree decided to leave Route 66 to find this dark, haired man. He just couldn't get that man's eyes out of his head and he can feel the weight of the piece of fabric in his pocket as a reminder. He realized he was walking along the hot desert. He felt stupid not getting any water from the Route, but then again he'd rather be caught dead than drink from that polluted water.
Long hours walking along the same path across the desert, he is starting to feel lightheaded from dehydration while he enters into a town that he is unaware it exists. It seems pleasant enough. The buildings doesn't seem abandoned and there are people walking around. He is looking around, trying to shake off his lightheadedness, until he saw a fountain, ran towards it to quench his thirst and wash his face to freshen himself. As he relax by the fountain, feeling cool sprays of water on his skin, he could hear some sort of disturbance on his far left by the bar called 'The Bull Inn'. Three men ganged up on a petite figure under a black cloak, backing it up against the wall. The men surrounding the figure are huge. Rock hard muscles that can easily crush this person's bones. McCree hates unfair fights and decided to stand up and saunters towards the gang, quietly as possible walking behind them, tapping the middle man on the shoulder.
"Hey!" McCree shouted.
As the middle man turns around, McCree punches him on the face with his metal arm, causing the guy to be knocked out. The other hoodlums just noticed McCree behind them and became alarmed on what he just done, so they bring out their weapons, ready to fight him. One guy holds a huge club with a spike on the end that suspiciously has dark, red essence splattered over it. The other guy possess a sledge hammer that looks like it's bigger than the guy himself. The guy with the club attacks him first, trying to swing at McCree's head. Luckily McCree manages to defend his head with his metal arm, trying to figure out how to attack him without having the club hitting him. He can just about aim at the guy's chest with his Peacekeeper, however his opponent keeps swinging his club, causing McCree to lose his balance as he shot his gun and managed to shoot the brute at his stomach. He screams out in pain, blood quickly spilling out of his stomach quite heavily much to McCree's satisfaction, but he was hoping to shoot at the chest to make it more fatal. As he is about to stand when he heard a female shout, with some sort of accent.
"McCree. Behind you!"
He didn't have time to react how the woman knows his name, as he felt a huge whack from behind by that giant sledge hammer. He couldn't believe he forgot about the other brute. He hated himself for being so dense. As the mysterious person took out their what appears to be a pistol, his vision starts to blur and everything slowly becomes a mixture of colour. Strangely, he doesn't feel any pain lie he expected, however he does feel numb and can't seem to move his body, like his brain has given up on his body completely. Despite his blurriness, he can tell that it's the person he saved is coming towards him, by its black cloak. Closer. Just an inch closer to see its face but as he just about to see it, his entire world goes black.
I do apologise for the slow start but I am sure it will pick up. I have a few ideas for this story and I am trying to connect them together one at a time. I do hope you enjoyed it and do let me know what you think. :D