[Fanfic] Red West III. - Prologue
Title: RED WEST III.
Author: Kasumi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Western, Drama, Romance, Adventure, Historical fiction
Warning: AKame pairing - AU; vulgarisms, violence, explicit content
Beta-reading: atago4
Summary: A direct sequel of Red West II. - Masterpost
A strange company of three young gunslingers and one Indian is on their way to Montana, while the infamous Black Riders continue their fight against Silver King of Colorado… Will they succeed or fail in the clash with the cruel environment and heartless Governor? Will their friendship, brotherhood and love persevere or be destroyed by greed, bloodshed and vengeance?
Thank you: To Kamenashi Kazuya and Akanishi Jin, because this story wouldn´t have existed without them.
A/N: It´s more like a tiny testing of what I´m about to feed you with, than a proper chapter, but I´ve kept an idea to start the part three of RW like this for long... I´m curious about your tips regarding to who this little flash-forward is related to and I hope you´ll enjoy the return to the Wild West AKame as much as myself. ^^v
Inside one dark jail...
The hammer strikes resonated through the city streets as a dark omen.
Most citizens were already asleep, or at least they pretended not to hear the tireless works on the square. On the other hand, there were also those who were excited about the upcoming gloomy spectacle. No matter the late hour, they were eager to express their opinions over drinks and cards in the biggest local saloon. But the fuss from the taproom didn´t reach the street through the closed door.
A sudden gust of wind from the Rocky Mountains ruffled the dust on the main road, making the hangman cough and halt his thorough hammering for a while. But soon, the tall sinewy man resumed his work and other heavy hits disrupted the peace of night, as well as a nap of some small child, whose crying could be heard from one of the houses nearby the Sheriff´s Office.
All those noises also reached the prison cell in the back part of the building representing law in the quickly growing city. But the young man sitting on the bunk and leaning against a wall didn´t seem to be hearing them, as his dark eyes were absent and distant.
He couldn´t make himself care about the ominous sounds, even though each hit meant one step closer to his own death. Instead, he rather let his mind sink in memories. Some of them were painful, but he clung to them anyway. The images of the person he treasured the most were hidden deep inside of him, and he was sure they would never fade. Though, it was quite certain he wouldn´t have a chance to verify it, since the day after this night there was no future for him at all…
Some wandering dog started barking furiously somewhere on the square, but he was silenced soon enough by a rough voice and hard boot. Once again, only the noises indicating the construction of the portable gallows ruled over the cool streets. He frowned nevertheless, as the barking reminded him of something he didn´t want to think about.
A chair in the office on the other side of the short corridor creaked as the local sheriff - his main guard - tried to settle himself into more comfortable position. Harsh voices of the other guards pacing around the whole office building were heard under the tiny barred window, before they turned around the corner again.
He didn´t want to listen to any of it. He just wanted to go back to his safe castle of memories. He searched for something he could catch on, until his eyes found three rectangles of bluish light on the dirty floor. It was the moon stretching its invisible fingers inside his jail through the window. It was not so long since the warm evening when they had watched the full moon together, before they got distracted by each other´s lips…
The images of the past flooded him again, only this time it felt like they wanted to torture him. He couldn´t push that cruel realization back any longer. All those pictures in his mind were only his memories now; that person included in them was not around anymore…
He let go of a shaky sigh and closed his eyes. That was why he was not scared of tomorrow, even though it was terrifying to know that soon, very soon, the firm snooze would steal his breath forever. There was also a good side to it. Not only that he could save his brother like that, the most important was that his miserable half-existence would be over as well. And maybe, if there was afterlife as some believed, or even the Eternal Hunting Grounds, maybe he would meet again with that person he loved more than anyone in his life…
- To be continued -
Credit for banner:
witchann2
Author: Kasumi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Western, Drama, Romance, Adventure, Historical fiction
Warning: AKame pairing - AU; vulgarisms, violence, explicit content
Beta-reading: atago4
Summary: A direct sequel of Red West II. - Masterpost
A strange company of three young gunslingers and one Indian is on their way to Montana, while the infamous Black Riders continue their fight against Silver King of Colorado… Will they succeed or fail in the clash with the cruel environment and heartless Governor? Will their friendship, brotherhood and love persevere or be destroyed by greed, bloodshed and vengeance?
Thank you: To Kamenashi Kazuya and Akanishi Jin, because this story wouldn´t have existed without them.
A/N: It´s more like a tiny testing of what I´m about to feed you with, than a proper chapter, but I´ve kept an idea to start the part three of RW like this for long... I´m curious about your tips regarding to who this little flash-forward is related to and I hope you´ll enjoy the return to the Wild West AKame as much as myself. ^^v
Inside one dark jail...
The hammer strikes resonated through the city streets as a dark omen.
Most citizens were already asleep, or at least they pretended not to hear the tireless works on the square. On the other hand, there were also those who were excited about the upcoming gloomy spectacle. No matter the late hour, they were eager to express their opinions over drinks and cards in the biggest local saloon. But the fuss from the taproom didn´t reach the street through the closed door.
A sudden gust of wind from the Rocky Mountains ruffled the dust on the main road, making the hangman cough and halt his thorough hammering for a while. But soon, the tall sinewy man resumed his work and other heavy hits disrupted the peace of night, as well as a nap of some small child, whose crying could be heard from one of the houses nearby the Sheriff´s Office.
All those noises also reached the prison cell in the back part of the building representing law in the quickly growing city. But the young man sitting on the bunk and leaning against a wall didn´t seem to be hearing them, as his dark eyes were absent and distant.
He couldn´t make himself care about the ominous sounds, even though each hit meant one step closer to his own death. Instead, he rather let his mind sink in memories. Some of them were painful, but he clung to them anyway. The images of the person he treasured the most were hidden deep inside of him, and he was sure they would never fade. Though, it was quite certain he wouldn´t have a chance to verify it, since the day after this night there was no future for him at all…
Some wandering dog started barking furiously somewhere on the square, but he was silenced soon enough by a rough voice and hard boot. Once again, only the noises indicating the construction of the portable gallows ruled over the cool streets. He frowned nevertheless, as the barking reminded him of something he didn´t want to think about.
A chair in the office on the other side of the short corridor creaked as the local sheriff - his main guard - tried to settle himself into more comfortable position. Harsh voices of the other guards pacing around the whole office building were heard under the tiny barred window, before they turned around the corner again.
He didn´t want to listen to any of it. He just wanted to go back to his safe castle of memories. He searched for something he could catch on, until his eyes found three rectangles of bluish light on the dirty floor. It was the moon stretching its invisible fingers inside his jail through the window. It was not so long since the warm evening when they had watched the full moon together, before they got distracted by each other´s lips…
The images of the past flooded him again, only this time it felt like they wanted to torture him. He couldn´t push that cruel realization back any longer. All those pictures in his mind were only his memories now; that person included in them was not around anymore…
He let go of a shaky sigh and closed his eyes. That was why he was not scared of tomorrow, even though it was terrifying to know that soon, very soon, the firm snooze would steal his breath forever. There was also a good side to it. Not only that he could save his brother like that, the most important was that his miserable half-existence would be over as well. And maybe, if there was afterlife as some believed, or even the Eternal Hunting Grounds, maybe he would meet again with that person he loved more than anyone in his life…
- To be continued -
Credit for banner:
witchann2