1899…Just outside of Beaver Hollow…
"Keep pushing, Arthur!" The voice of John shouted. Arthur, breathing heavily, and nearly unable to catch his breath. Stopped for a moment. They were on the mountains, on the run from Pinkertons and Micah. Even Dutch. John and Arthur's Father figure that raised them. And he had turned on them without a second thought.
"No, *cough* *cough*, I think I've pushed all I can," Arthur said as he wiped the blood off his mouth. John had been shot in the shoulder from the train robbery. He clenched his shoulder tightly.
"Come on," John said desperately.
"You go…" Arthur said, he took off his hat, his father's hat. It was time he gave it to John.
"We ain't both gonna make it…I'll hold them off," Arthur said as he put the hat on John's head and kept his hand on it.
"It would mean a lot to me, please," Arthur said as he removed his hand from his hat, which was now on John's head.
"There'll be time for sorrow later…But make me a promise," Arthur said as he pulled out his Cattleman Revolver.
"Anything," John said.
"When I die. I want you to put my flower on my grave…It's precious to me," Arthur said. John wasn't sure why Arthur would want that, but if it was precious to Arthur, then he would do it.
"Don't talk like that, You're gonna make it, Arthur," John said. Arthur shook his head.
"No, go, John," Arthur said as he walked up the slope a little more.
"Arthur…" John said, trying to get Arthur to come with him.
"Go to your family," Arthur said.
"Arthur!"
"Get the hell out of here and be a Goddamn man," Arthur said as he climbed up the slope a little further.
"You're my brother," John said, Arthur stopped and looked at him one last time.
"I know…I know," Arthur said as he climbed up the slope more, and now out of sight. John started to make a break for it.
Arthur then started shooting at the Pinkertons.
"God Damn you, you bastards!" Arthur shouted as he shot at the Pinkertons. He hit one in the head, instantly killing him. Arthur shot again, once more, hitting its mark.
It turned into a quick gunfight as Arthur held off the Pinkertons. Just as most of them had been killed, Micah tackled Arthur to the ground.
"I gotcha now BLACK LUNG!" Micah shouted as he turned Arthur over on his back.
"You're a rat! You're a rat!" Arthur shouted back.
"I'm a survivor, Black Lung!" Micah shouted as he punched Arthur in the face.
"A Survivor!" Micah shouted one more and punched Arthur's face again, blood splatted from his face.
"That's all there is, livin' and dyin'," Micah said as he prepared to throw another punch, but this time Arthur caught it and threw Micah over him, causing the two of them to fall off the cliff and land on the level where John had left Arthur.
Arthur took longer to get up than Micah, who had gotten up rather quickly. Micah grabbed Arthur's neck and began to choke him.
Arthur punched Micah in the stomach. Once, twice, then a third time, yet it still wasn't enough. It wasn't until Arthur gave an uppercut to the chin. Forcing Micah back as blood flew from his mouth. Micah clenched his mouth, but had no time to react as Arthur threw a punch at Micah. Forcing the rat back.
Arthur threw another punch, but was blocked by Micah's other hand. Micah then proceeded to punch Arthur in the stomach multiple times. Followed by smashing his head into Arthur's. Arthur was forced back, stumbling heavily.
Micah then tackled Arthur to the ground. And proceeded to punch Arthur in the face multiple times. After a short while, Arthur blocked one of the punches, taking the opportunity to grab Micah by his collar and smash his head into Arthur's. Micah realled back as he clenched his nose tightly. Arthur then kicked Micah in the leg, causing him to fall on one knee.
Arthur quickly got back up and grabbed Micah by his throat. Pushing Micah towards the wall. Arthur pinned Micah against the wall, followed by multiple punches to the face and gut. After doing that for a few moments, Arthur threw Micah to the floor, his face was bloodied. Micah seemed to reach for his gun, but Arthur reacted quickly and slammed himself into the rat. Causing Micah to lose one of his guns. It flew near the edge of the cliff they were fighting on. Arthur then punched Micah in the back of the head. Which was followed by Arthur smashing Micah's head into the ground. He smashed it at least two times, before Micah seemed to lose consciousness. Arthur was exhausted beyond reckoning. He slowly slouched off of Micah and fell flat on his back.
He laid there for who knows long. He looked up at the night sky…it looked like the sunrise was about to begin. Arthur tried sitting up, but it was rather difficult. As he did, he slowly got on his feet, his legs buckled and quivered. He had to place a hand on the wall to merely support his weight. Micah still laid on the ground, unconscious and motionless. The only thing Arthur noticed was that he was still breathing. Arthur pulled his Cattleman Revolver out from his holster. He aimed it at Micah's unmoving corpse. Preparing to blow his brains out.
"ARTHUR!" The voice of Dutch shouted, and just as soon as that happened, a shot was fired and it hit Arthur's gun. Causing his whole arm to tingle. Arthur fell back against the wall. He slowly turned his head to see Dutch…standing there with his gun aimed at Arthur.
Arthur leaned his head against the wall. He tilted it exhaustingly.
"Oh, Dutch, he's a rat…you know it…and I know it…" Arthur said. Arthur clenched his hand tightly. Dutch's expression went from anger to…sadness. Dutch slowly looked at Micah's unconscious body. Then back to Arthur, nearly dead, and possibly only had minutes to spare.
"I…" Dutch tried to find the words to speak…but he was afraid…afraid to accept the truth. The truth that he had been fooled and everyone around him that he had cared for, raised and robbed with had either died or left. With those thoughts, Dutch put his Schofield Revolver away.
"Just kill him, Dutch…" Arthur said weakly. His voice was labored, croaking. Arthur would soon die. Dutch looked at Arthur, his eyes showing worry and sadness.
"Arthur…I…" Dutch said.
"I didn't care about the money, Dutch…I tried in the end…John made it…Sadie made it…Charles made it…But if you don't kill him now, Dutch…He'll…He'll…" Arthur suddenly was unable to speak anymore.
Dutch looked back at Micah's unmoving body. How hard did Arthur smash his head into the ground?
He looked back at Arthur.
He walked a little closer to Arthur, who was now looking off into the sunrise, which was beginning to take its peak.
"Arthur…I…I am…" Dutch said as he bent down next to Arthur. Arthur seemed to be breathing heavily…but then he started to slow down. His last breath acted as in to say…"Okay, this is it, don't be afraid," As Arthur then accepted his death. His eyes stared at the sunrise.
Dutch…then began to feel tears swell within his eyes.
He placed his hand on Arthur's shoulders.
"Oh, Arthur…" Dutch said in tears as he began to tear down. Weeping quietly with old man tears. He had lost his son…one that he had raised since he was a boy. And in the end, he could do nothing to save him.
Micah began to wake up, he grunted heavily.
"Black…Lung…Where the hell are you?!" Micah said as he slowly got on his feet. He turned around and had a huge scar on his eye and forehead. He quickly noticed Dutch, who had stopped crying but continued to look at Arthur as he placed a gentle hand on his forehead. And closed Arthur's eyes.
"Dutch, buddy, we did it. We can go, we got the money!" Micah said, but he didn't sound confident, he sounded afraid. Dutch then slowly removed his hand and slowly rose up from the ground.
"Come on, Dutch, we can make it. We made it to the end," Micah said, still sounding afraid, afraid of what Arthur had told Dutch. Dutch looked at Micah with a cold stare. Without a seconds thought, Dutch pulled out his Schofield Revolver and aimed it at Micah.
"You…Come into my family…rat us out…kill my best friend…kill my son…and you expect me to let you get away with it?" Dutch said. Micah put his hands up.
"Dutch, I didn't do it, I swear I didn't. I would never!" Micah shouted, but Dutch wasn't having it.
"That is horseshit if I have ever seen it. You were the reason this gang, this family, fell apart, and I am not gonna let you get away with it," Dutch said.
"God Damn You, Dutch!" Micah shouted at Dutch.
"He already has," Dutch said coldly and pulled the trigger. The pullet pierced Micah's skull as he stumbled backwards and fell flat on his back. Micah was dead. His son had been avenged.
"Hey up there, on the cliff!" A Pinkerton shouted from below. Dutch looked on without worry or concern. He holstered his gun, he looked at Arthur's corpse one last time. Deep sadness, regret, and anger filled inside him. Anger for Micah…Sadness for Hosea, and regret for Arthur. Regret that he couldn't save him.
Dutch then walked away from off the cliff and disappeared.
The Pinkertons came up top on the cliff. Ross walked forward and saw Micah Bell and Arthur Morgan's body.
There were at least six other Pinkertons.
"What should we do with the bodies?" One of the Pinkertons asked.
"Leave Arthur Morgan's body, but take Micah Bell's," Agent Ross said.
"Is there a reason we should leave Arthur Morgan's body here?" One of the other Pinkertons asked.
"You want TB? Leave the damn body, we have a confirmed K.I.A, that's all we need," Ross said as he walked away. Two of the six Pinkertons picked up Micah's body. Taking it with them.
Arthur's corpse rested against the wall…Arthur Morgan had died…
Later that day…
Charles and Sadie rode up near Beaver Hollow, in hopes of finding Arthur. John had already been reunited with Abigail and Jack, they had gone on their way. But Sadie needed to find Arthur…When John came back with Arthur's hat and satchel, a feeling of utter dread had befallen her. The same went for Abigail, Jack began to cry, and Tilly wept silently to herself. John also said that Ms. Grimshaw was killed by Micah, and that Javier and Bill sided with Micah. Including Dutch.
Sadie had met Charles down the road, he too was concerned about Arthur. He had helped the Wapiti move elsewhere, somewhere safer and out of the country.
Charles rode Taima and Sadie rode Bob, they were nearing Beaver Hollow.
"Arthur!" Sadie shouted. They approached the cave. There was hardly anything left, it was almost as if a camp had never been here.
"Charles, let's try looking up the mountain, that's where John had last seen him," Sadie said. Charles nodded.
"Alright, lead the way," Charles said. They both rode to the spot that John had described to Sadie, who described it to Charles earlier.
Upon doing so, there were bodies upon bodies of Pinkertons. Corpses everywhere. And then…there were two horses, one was John's horse…and the other was Arthur's. He had called that horse Buell. He said he had gotten it from a Veteran who lived in the mountains, but was killed by a massive boar. So Arthur took Buell in. Treated him as an elite too. Buell grew to like Charles and Sadie quite a bit. Even Jack. When Sadie went to feed Buell, sometimes Buell would nudge his head against her shoulder. Like he was showing affection. He did the same with Charles. When it came to Jack, the horse would sometimes give Jack thimble, Arthur had trained that horse to pick up certain plants. Thimble happened to be one of them. Buell was a strong and noble steed. Loyal to the end too. And he had been shot and killed.
"That's Buell…" Charles said as he dismounted Taima. Sadie dismounted Bob and followed Charles. Charles carefully caressed Buell's neck, picking his head up and putting it on his lap.
Sadie sat on her legs, and placed a caring hand on Buell.
"He was a good horse," Charles said. Sadie could feel a small tear escape her eye.
"That he was…" She said, she tried to wipe the tears quickly. Charles then gently sat Buell's head down on the ground.
"I'll bury him, you keep looking, see if you can find Arthur at all," Charles said. Sadie nodded her head as she got on her feet.
Sadie then made her way up the mountain as Charles began to dig a hole, preparing to bury Buell's body.
Sadie walked up the mountain side and made her way up it…
She turned a corner and froze…absolute dread filled her body. Her heart began racing.
"No…" Sadie said…there she saw Arthur's corpse. Leaning against the stonewall of the rock formation. His head was straight, almost as if he was looking at the sun. She ran to Arthur's corpse. Falling on her knees. She covered her mouth. Tears began to seep from her eyes. Her shaking hand moved to Arthur's neck. And when she checked…there was nothing. His skin was ghostly pale.
Sadie started hyperventilating. She placed a hand just below her neck. She covered her mouth with her other hand.
She had lost a dear friend…a friend that she had trusted with her life…and his with her. He had helped everyone he could till the very end.
Sadie then broke down into tears, she had lost the closest person she could call a friend. A friend she had lost…
To Be Continued…
Author's Notes: Hello again Everyone! FrostZilla 2006 here! With a new story out! This one I kind of had heavy inspiration just from a simple edit, I won't say too much about this Story only that it's not a crossover...which was probably obvious from the start...0_o...Nevermind.
This story isn't going to be my main focus but rather for the Red Dead Fans that I've managed to gain by writing the story, Red Dead Redemption: Monsters Inside Us which yes, that story is going to be transferred over to this Account once I get a few things set up and finish Godzilla: Titans Among Us I. That story IS my main focus for the rest of the year. So until that story is fully done and over with, I'll only update this story a little, just a chapter or two here and there depending on what I've got done. Again, Apologies to the Red Dead Fans of my stories.
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