Deadslinger 4
You gave him the chance to walk away. Said it didn't need to go down like this.
Your gaze follows to his torso. A Redstar. Hunters, murderers, and feral dogs. One that won't let you go without a fight…
Breathe.
Be fast.
Be efficient.
By the lights of hell, don't you ever miss.
Like the rich boy, he pulled slower. Much slower than you.
One bullet to his heart, one to the head.
You never, ever gunned down anyone that didn't make you. They always deserved it.
Right?
…Right?
They could've walked away, but they didn't. That's on them.
Plus, that Redstar was famous. Hundred Dead Ren. Liked to bring in anyone he caught alive, but didn't exactly mind turning them dead either. Not exactly subtle, nor clean either.
Killing him took your reputation from just a quick gunslinger, to infamous. Quick drawing someone way after they unholster is something else. Doing it on a renowned bounty hunter though?
Turns out, the Redstars look after their own. They didn't exactly give you much choice. They only cared that your heart was beating. That you were alive.
Quick! There's no time! Gun them down or they'll do it to you first!
And so you did. Three shots. Three dead men, one with a minigun.
One through the stomach. One in the head. One in the heart.
You never noticed how shaky your arm was. Was that the nerves shaking you, or the sudden rush of the kill?
No. You're not a murderer. You don't enjoy gunning down random people. Only if they deserved it, and these guys definitely deserved it. It was you or them.
Killing Hundred Dead Ren was one thing, but people see. When people see? They talk. So they talked, a lot about you. How you slapped leather so fast their hearts didn't even beat once before you gunned them all down.
That's the type of story that turns people into legends. Soon, nicknames like One Shot Rose, Deadshot Ruby, Harvester, Red Cloaked Deadeye, Deadslinger.
Deadslinger…?
Soon, all your drinks were free. Folks liked hearing stories about that time you put a round in a mans head.
And watched his brains splatter onto the floor. Refusing to acknowledge the fact that you shook after all of them, but you never could understand why. Was it the nerves? Was it the thrill?
Turns out when you become a legend, people talk. Which means people want you.
Alley scum, thugs, gunslingers.
Fresh Lawmen that are trying to make a name for themselves.
Blondie says you killed five men, but right now he's treading on making that number 6.
He cocks his arm cannon, his robotic eye glimmering with tension. Civilians are scattered everywhere, not daring to go between the infamous Deadslinger and a lawman.
Breathe.
Be quick.
Be efficient.
And for the love of all you hold dear, Ruby Rose, don't you miss.
You didn't miss, but he did.
But he was faster.
Your heart pounded, legs almost gave out when you heard a new bang that wasn't yours.
Breathe.
Be efficient.
Be fast.
You failed the last one. You never forgot how you shook. This time though, when you heard it?
Why did you feel relief…?