Chapter 7 - Wildbill's Past
Piedmont, CA Monday November 26th, 2012 7:30 PM
After the trip home from Gravity Falls, William 'Wildbill' Hauser first dropped off his clothes at his house and then drove by the lot where his gym used to be. Parking his truck he walked over to the husk of a building and looked in while staying on the outside of the investigation tape. From what he was able to see everything inside was a total loss, but that he knew already that. Antonio told him so when he talked to him last night after the reception.
After he left the gym he went to the hospital where he went to visit Patrick and Jacob. He found out they had been moved from the ICU while he was gone and had been put into a double room.
As he walked towards the room he was directed to he heard their voices coming from their room, "Whoa bruh, slow down. This isn't a race, taste your food some."
"Yeah right, hermano. I just want to get this stuff down so I don't have to taste it. There is no flavor and the texture is even worse," Patrick was saying as he walked into the room.
"Man you two, remind me to never share a hotel room with ya.", Wildbill said looking at his two students.
"Wildbill, how are you man?", Patrick asked as he realized who was talking.
"Doing good kiddo, I was up in Oregon with the twins.", Wildbill said walking over to Jacob, "They've had a rough time. You've heard of the accident on I-5 northbound?"
"Yeah, that was their mom.", Wildbill told his two students, "They're gonna be moving up with their great uncles to live in Gravity Falls, but they plan on coming to visit you as soon as you guys get out of here."
"Man, it's gonna suck not training with them at the gym." Jacob said.
"That's another thing, I've got some good and bad news for you two. First the bad. The gym burned down late Thursday night/early Friday morning.", Wildbill told his shocked students, "The guys had already packed the rings up Wednesday to be ready for the show Friday so we didn't lose them, but the rest of the building is gone. I'm gonna replace it, but I'm going to be taking a sabbatical. Antonio is going to be running things in my place for awhile. I'm gonna be helping Adam with the twins for awhile."
"OK. So we're losing the twins, the gym, and you. That's so major bad news, jefe.", Patrick said.
"The good news needs to be great," Jacob added
"Well first of when we brought you in they thought you two may not live and now one of the nurses said you should be getting out of here in a week or so. And the fact you only had casts on for a few days with your bones knitting perfectly.", Wildbill said ecstatically, "That sounds like great news there."
"Well don't tell anyone, but I believe we have had an angelico looking out for us." Patrick said, "I have awaken a few nights recently and seen a girl in all white standing at the foot of our beds chanting in a strange language. The next morning we wake up feeling better and better."
"Not that again bruh, I keep telling you it's just our fighting spirit that's doing this.", Jacob said throwing a pillow at Patrick.
Knowing who that angel in white is caused Wildbill to smile as he said, "Secondly once you guys get out of here the company is throwing you a special show and I've called in a few favors to get some names and scouts there, so you may be helping get some friends into the big leagues. And finally with how good you two were doing helping the twins out, I've talked Antonio into having the two of you teach the beginning classes once you are up to it."
"Whoa, cool.", they both replied.
Wildbill stayed and talked for a little bit longer before he left so they could get some sleep. He finally headed back to his apartment and he laid down for the night.
The next thing he remembered he woke up to the sound of air raid sirens going off in the distance. Looking around he was in a burned out brick building. He was surrounded by a group of people wearing clothing in various shades of black and grays. They were speaking german, but surprisingly he understood it.
"Wilhelm, my love, we need to get moving. Our cell has been compromised," A short brown haired woman he remembers is name Hilda said as she came up to him, "Pretty soon the will storm us and then we will not be able to attempt our raid on the prison camp."
He hears himself give the order to move disperse out and meet up out in the woods on the outskirts of the town. He kisses Hilda and heads out the door with a group of armed men to try to buy the rest of the group a chance to flee. He and his men encounter a patrol of soldiers two of his men were shot down on the spot while he and two others had ducked into doorways to take cover. His remaining men fought valiantly but they were shot down. He feared he would be next, but before another volley of bullets could be fired he heard several screams. Taking a chance by looking out he saw a man in a gray overcoat with a red ascot and beret wiping his sword clean with the coat of a man dead at his feet. Though he has never seen the man before he felt a shocking rush of remembrance hit him.
"Come out my friend, it is time for us to dance again.", Polden' Solntse called from the middle of the street as he stepped out from the door way.
William Hauser shot straight up in his bed, waking up just before the blade stabbed him in the gut. Shaking his head he got up and walked over to his fridge and pulled open the crisper draw looking at the bag he had in there. He thought about pulling it out, but decided against it grabbing a lemon lime soda instead. He went back to his room, sat down in an armchair and turned on his TV. Flipping through the channels he finally settled on a cooking show before he drifted off to sleep again.
This time he awoke in the early evening riding into a dusty town with dirt roads. He felt himself reach up and tip the brim of his hat towards a lady walking on the side of the road, "Evening ma'am, any chance you'd know a place where a weary trails-man could wet his whistle?"
She indicated a building at the end of the road, after thanking her he rode further down and tied his horse up on the rail out side the public house. After reading the name on the board, he realized he was in Silver Springs in the Nevada territory. Once inside he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Once he had finished his second drink, he called the man behind the bar over and pulled out a wanted poster. As he looked at it William realized it was a picture of Polden' Solntse. He then asked the barkeep, "Have you seen this man, he goes by the name Ethan Carmine?"
"Sorry never seen him before in my life and I wouldn't help a bounty hunter like you if I had," The barkeep said as he started to walk away.
"Well how about now?", he heard himself ask as his hand moved his jacket to show a silver star that read US Marshal on it.
"Oh, sorry sir. I didn't know. He and his gang rode through town a few nights ago," the barkeep said before he went to anser a patron's request at the other end of the bar.
Knowing it was late he took a room upstairs at the public house and tried to sleep. Early the next morning he was awoken to five men surrounding his bed with guns drawn. Allowing him to dress they then escorted he out into the street where Ethan Carmine was standing.
"I knew if I caused enough trouble this time around you would come looking for me," He said as he walked up and slapped the Marshal in the face. He continued, "You always seem to fight the good fight. Normally I would want to do this with swords, but when in the west."
After the slap a flood of memories assaulted Marshal Liam Gamble. As he stood up his gun belt was tossed at his feet. Having put it on Ethan's men backed away to allow their boss to have the fair contest he told them he wanted. When the town's church bell was rung by one of Ethan's men they both drew.
Waking up again in his armchair, William tried to get comfortable as he still had the interview with the Detective tomorrow. He finally gave in and pulled the bag out of the drawer and after he sat down he sunk his teeth trough the plastic and began to drink. He had to remember to stock up on some before he headed back up to Gravity Falls, he didn't know how many months he was going to be up there. When he was finally done with the bag of b-positive he disposed of the bag.
Finally he was finally able to get a good night's rest.
Well here we go a look into the life and history of the Pines twins godfather, William 'Wildbill' Hauser. The man who is going to help train them and the rest of the Gravity Heroes. We got to see him interact with Patrick & Jacob and saw him relive a couple of his past lives. We also got a small glimpse as to why it may be a little bit different when he faces Polden' Solntse this time.
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Gravity Heroes, my main story that features the universe in which these drabbels are based.
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On to the reviews. Without further adieu:
Reader Polydactyly Zodiac: Thanks. Actually this all happened shortly after Ford was freed from the portal. She didn't start studying magic even till after she left Stan in Atlantic City. And at first she was following a white or natural path of magic until that proved fruitless in helping her with her reasons for even studying magic in the first place, in which she was trying to find a way to help Stan save Ford without his knowledge.
Reader Keeper of Worlds: Thanks. I'll accept you hugs. Yeah, this would probably make both Stans sick.
I was really worried I was going too dark here, but really it's nothing worse than you'd read in an old EC comic or even some old Vertigo comics. Yes that was a young Ford who captured the Poltergeist, but this was before he learned to due the exorcism after the capture.
I'm glad you liked it, it may not get to revealed to the team, at least not by James himself.
There is magic, but really there are two others that could also be the cause and they would not be around either if the Twins were never born. Just think on that one. Both chaos theory and the multiversal reality theory are ideas I have always been interested in.
Right now I'm not planning for any mass kill villains, the next villain is going to be more of a Lex Luthor/Dr. Doom style villain. But thanks for the name ideas.