As the youngest of his children ran ahead of him Oliver suddenly patted his father on the shoulder, holding the guitar. Austin laughed and said "I didn't forget it on purpose now just doesn't seem the... oh why not." He gladly put the strap over himself, holstering his shotgun as he began strumming his guitar. "Its not a true battle without theme music."
Oliver looked to his father with childlike glee as he split off with another group. With half the forces split both had the same tactics; youngest at the front, eldest in the centre and marksmen at the back. Austin calmly played his instrument as maidens soon came. Their hesitation at seeing children was their end. Austin laughed as they stepped over their bodies, knowing he was perfectly safe. However, not every maiden had the compassion of the others.
Strutting down a long hallway, music echoing around the bulkhead of the ship, three maidens stood in at the end. "What are you to do boys?" Laughed Austin. "Murder children?"
The answer was a gunshot. Austin watched in horror as a young girl at the front died before his very eyes. Austin charged into a nearby bedroom as a firefight ensued between his beloved family and the maidens. Slinging the guitar over his back he could hear the screams of his family, "GET IN HERE NOW!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice wrought with fear. The youngest ran into the room, covered in the blood of their brothers and sisters as those at the back must have found cover elsewhere. Austin himself was nearly brought to tears as he saw them.
"Daddy.. they... they actually shot!" screamed a boy as he cowered in the room."
Austin was shaking with rage as he readied his shotgun, he could hear them encroaching upon their position. He waited until he could hear footsteps behind the door and he unloaded onto his opponents. The door was torn to pieces with gunfire and as the maidens were ready to shoot, Austin suddenly barged right on through the door like a rhinoceros, surprising his opponents and distracted them as pieces of the door went flying towards him. Using his strength Austin pinned one to the wall with only his body weight as he took out the other with a blast to the stomach. The man he had pinned shot down the corridor as he struggled to get out from behind Austin's surprisingly intense strength. Austin let the man go but swiftly cracked him in the jaw with his shotgun. The man went tumbling but he reached for the shotgun trying to wring it out of the Father's grasp. Austin let him but the second he let go of the shotgun he gripped the man's throat tightly and kicked him in the groin with such speed and strength his pained screeches echoed around the bulkhead. The maiden dropped the shotgun, and Austin went to town on savagely beating the man to death.
Lifting him easily off the ground he flung him down the corridor from the way they came, and the moment he hit the ground Austin already had the man back up, slamming his face against the wall before throwing him against the adjacent wall and repeatedly forcing the back of his head against it until his skull cracked. Still alive, Austin threw him onto his stomach and mounted his back before digging his middle fingers into the man's eyes until he could feel the blood ooze from them. The man did not beg for mercy, he supposed his captain would be proud of that. But Austin was not one to respect an opponent in any state. Finally aiming to finish him off, he stood up and stomped his skull into a thick, gruesome paste. The father frothed at the mouth as he stood over the man beneath him, his hands covered in his blood from his eyes, when bullets suddenly flew past his head. Austin looked up to see his marksman aiming to which he turned to see two maidens now on the ground. One of them ran up to him and said "Father... are you-"
"I'm fine. I am..." Austin shuddered as he spoke. "I've wasted too much time on this pretender, this dog!" Austin kicked the stump of the maiden's neck. "We uh... we..." Austin forced himself to regain his composure, he needed to be strong for his terrified children. "We need to find some engineers and keep them alive, even if they are pretenders, just for a short while. We need to bring this ship off the ground and into the sky. On me... the children remain at the back." It was then he realised his guitar was severely damaged. He sighed out his frustration, focusing on that and ignoring his grief. Every maiden would feel his pain. Every single one.
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Aesop winced as he saw Silo's face cut with Rodrigo's rings, but as he turned to him and said"Pull the trigger again." For some reason and he didn't know why, Aesop just began laughing.
"Hahahahahaha, you fucking child." Aesop put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger once more, laughing while he did. What was happening to him? Even he didn't know but his worries were being pushed away, like they were being stored into a box and hidden away under sixteen feet of ash. If one of them was going to die today, then maybe the two maidens could at least play a game of their own with Rodrigo.
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Alex had been in the shooting range ever since she had heard the news about Austin in Feroxi. Her aim was already impeccable but she wanted her skills to not just be top notch, she wanted perfection. She didn't even know if he was planning something against her, but her paranoia of hearing about him again had done more than set her off, it had her over the edge. She was having moments of trouble controlling her rage, nearly taking it out on her officers as horrible as that is. Sometimes she couldn't even keep her hand steady as she aimed. She wasn't just angry though, there was fear also, not for herself but of all those he could hurt. She could handle herself and she was stronger now than she ever had been before. But what about all those in the city? How strong were his forces now? What of the elderly he would no doubt slaughter? What of the children he would no doubt kidnap? What about her son?
"Why's he called Austin?" Alex turned her head to see her deputy standing in the back of the room. He was a tall, stocky Hispanic man with an extremely thick accent.
"Not now Vidal." Replied the sheriff as she continued to shoot the paper targets.
He walked up beside her and picked up a pistol as he also began shooting at the paper targets, talking over the gunfire he said "I know you're kid's name's Austin. Does that have something to do with it?"
"Vidal I'm serious, shut your fucking mouth or I wil-" She was interrupted by her deputy.
"You can't take out your past on the force its not right." He took a large risk in cutting her off and he knew it.
Repeatedly pulling back the trigger she emptied her gun but kept firing long after, letting off the sound of dull clicks of the barrel before she slammed her gun down onto the table. "That man is a fucking murderer and he ruined the lives of everyone I know! Excuse me for having some fucking anger issues but he killed so many people that I loved. Jesus one of my best friends became an alcoholic because of it!"
"Didn't he abandon you though?" Vidal asked.
She began reloading her gun and answered "Yes he fucking did. He's a fucking bandit now so, eh no big loss, fuck 'im right?"
"Is that what you think about us too?" He said, more as an insult than a question.
Alex sprung to life and pinned him to the wall yelling "You KNOW that's not true! I don't. Have time. For cowards. And traitors!"
"Oh but you have time to treat your workforce like shit?!"
Letting him go she responded "Get the fuck out of here you're suspended."
Vidal merely looked at her and sighed before turning to leave. However, just before he left the room she said "His real name is Peter Wayworth. I don't know why he calls himself 'Austin' now, but when I was pregnant that's the name I wanted for my son."
"So... he named himself after his own so-"
Snapping at Vidal with her face crimson red with rage, veins thick under the blood pressure "MY AUSTIN IS NOT HIS SON! He is MY son and only MY SON! I dunno, maybe he misses him and that's why he named himself Austin too. Maybe he wants to kidnap my son and call him 'Austin jr', maybe he thought the name Peter sucks and thought that Austin was way better, I don't know! But I do know that if you ever call him my son's father ever again I'll put you in a cell with all the people you arrested yourself. You're not suspended. Now out of my sight." Vidal shook his head and left as she returned to her target practice. 'He'd never understand. What would he know his parents were Banditos. Even if he's not then... he's still a brilliant deputy. God dammit Alex, you need to get a grip.'
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"Rise and shine, Mr. Hannibal, rise and shine. Wake up. McGregor is here to see you, and he isn't very happy, in fact, he is very unhappy." Hannibal heard a voice and in his dream state he could swear he saw the Gunslinger who had arrested him and started all of this, as everyone who he had seen the past few days stood behind her, all of them pointing guns at Hannibal and ready to fire when-
"Ahhhh!" Hannibal shook awake as a hard slap was delivered across his face. "Wha... wha?" He questioned as all the colours were beginning to come into focus. "Ah please don't hurt me I'll finish it off you... wait... where am I?" In his delusional state, Hannibal truly had no idea what was going on. That was until he looked to the side to see Viola Greaves kneeling next to the bed. "Oh no... I'm going to jail aren't I?"
Oliver looked to his father with childlike glee as he split off with another group. With half the forces split both had the same tactics; youngest at the front, eldest in the centre and marksmen at the back. Austin calmly played his instrument as maidens soon came. Their hesitation at seeing children was their end. Austin laughed as they stepped over their bodies, knowing he was perfectly safe. However, not every maiden had the compassion of the others.
Strutting down a long hallway, music echoing around the bulkhead of the ship, three maidens stood in at the end. "What are you to do boys?" Laughed Austin. "Murder children?"
The answer was a gunshot. Austin watched in horror as a young girl at the front died before his very eyes. Austin charged into a nearby bedroom as a firefight ensued between his beloved family and the maidens. Slinging the guitar over his back he could hear the screams of his family, "GET IN HERE NOW!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice wrought with fear. The youngest ran into the room, covered in the blood of their brothers and sisters as those at the back must have found cover elsewhere. Austin himself was nearly brought to tears as he saw them.
"Daddy.. they... they actually shot!" screamed a boy as he cowered in the room."
Austin was shaking with rage as he readied his shotgun, he could hear them encroaching upon their position. He waited until he could hear footsteps behind the door and he unloaded onto his opponents. The door was torn to pieces with gunfire and as the maidens were ready to shoot, Austin suddenly barged right on through the door like a rhinoceros, surprising his opponents and distracted them as pieces of the door went flying towards him. Using his strength Austin pinned one to the wall with only his body weight as he took out the other with a blast to the stomach. The man he had pinned shot down the corridor as he struggled to get out from behind Austin's surprisingly intense strength. Austin let the man go but swiftly cracked him in the jaw with his shotgun. The man went tumbling but he reached for the shotgun trying to wring it out of the Father's grasp. Austin let him but the second he let go of the shotgun he gripped the man's throat tightly and kicked him in the groin with such speed and strength his pained screeches echoed around the bulkhead. The maiden dropped the shotgun, and Austin went to town on savagely beating the man to death.
Lifting him easily off the ground he flung him down the corridor from the way they came, and the moment he hit the ground Austin already had the man back up, slamming his face against the wall before throwing him against the adjacent wall and repeatedly forcing the back of his head against it until his skull cracked. Still alive, Austin threw him onto his stomach and mounted his back before digging his middle fingers into the man's eyes until he could feel the blood ooze from them. The man did not beg for mercy, he supposed his captain would be proud of that. But Austin was not one to respect an opponent in any state. Finally aiming to finish him off, he stood up and stomped his skull into a thick, gruesome paste. The father frothed at the mouth as he stood over the man beneath him, his hands covered in his blood from his eyes, when bullets suddenly flew past his head. Austin looked up to see his marksman aiming to which he turned to see two maidens now on the ground. One of them ran up to him and said "Father... are you-"
"I'm fine. I am..." Austin shuddered as he spoke. "I've wasted too much time on this pretender, this dog!" Austin kicked the stump of the maiden's neck. "We uh... we..." Austin forced himself to regain his composure, he needed to be strong for his terrified children. "We need to find some engineers and keep them alive, even if they are pretenders, just for a short while. We need to bring this ship off the ground and into the sky. On me... the children remain at the back." It was then he realised his guitar was severely damaged. He sighed out his frustration, focusing on that and ignoring his grief. Every maiden would feel his pain. Every single one.
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Aesop winced as he saw Silo's face cut with Rodrigo's rings, but as he turned to him and said"Pull the trigger again." For some reason and he didn't know why, Aesop just began laughing.
"Hahahahahaha, you fucking child." Aesop put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger once more, laughing while he did. What was happening to him? Even he didn't know but his worries were being pushed away, like they were being stored into a box and hidden away under sixteen feet of ash. If one of them was going to die today, then maybe the two maidens could at least play a game of their own with Rodrigo.
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Alex had been in the shooting range ever since she had heard the news about Austin in Feroxi. Her aim was already impeccable but she wanted her skills to not just be top notch, she wanted perfection. She didn't even know if he was planning something against her, but her paranoia of hearing about him again had done more than set her off, it had her over the edge. She was having moments of trouble controlling her rage, nearly taking it out on her officers as horrible as that is. Sometimes she couldn't even keep her hand steady as she aimed. She wasn't just angry though, there was fear also, not for herself but of all those he could hurt. She could handle herself and she was stronger now than she ever had been before. But what about all those in the city? How strong were his forces now? What of the elderly he would no doubt slaughter? What of the children he would no doubt kidnap? What about her son?
"Why's he called Austin?" Alex turned her head to see her deputy standing in the back of the room. He was a tall, stocky Hispanic man with an extremely thick accent.
"Not now Vidal." Replied the sheriff as she continued to shoot the paper targets.
He walked up beside her and picked up a pistol as he also began shooting at the paper targets, talking over the gunfire he said "I know you're kid's name's Austin. Does that have something to do with it?"
"Vidal I'm serious, shut your fucking mouth or I wil-" She was interrupted by her deputy.
"You can't take out your past on the force its not right." He took a large risk in cutting her off and he knew it.
Repeatedly pulling back the trigger she emptied her gun but kept firing long after, letting off the sound of dull clicks of the barrel before she slammed her gun down onto the table. "That man is a fucking murderer and he ruined the lives of everyone I know! Excuse me for having some fucking anger issues but he killed so many people that I loved. Jesus one of my best friends became an alcoholic because of it!"
"Didn't he abandon you though?" Vidal asked.
She began reloading her gun and answered "Yes he fucking did. He's a fucking bandit now so, eh no big loss, fuck 'im right?"
"Is that what you think about us too?" He said, more as an insult than a question.
Alex sprung to life and pinned him to the wall yelling "You KNOW that's not true! I don't. Have time. For cowards. And traitors!"
"Oh but you have time to treat your workforce like shit?!"
Letting him go she responded "Get the fuck out of here you're suspended."
Vidal merely looked at her and sighed before turning to leave. However, just before he left the room she said "His real name is Peter Wayworth. I don't know why he calls himself 'Austin' now, but when I was pregnant that's the name I wanted for my son."
"So... he named himself after his own so-"
Snapping at Vidal with her face crimson red with rage, veins thick under the blood pressure "MY AUSTIN IS NOT HIS SON! He is MY son and only MY SON! I dunno, maybe he misses him and that's why he named himself Austin too. Maybe he wants to kidnap my son and call him 'Austin jr', maybe he thought the name Peter sucks and thought that Austin was way better, I don't know! But I do know that if you ever call him my son's father ever again I'll put you in a cell with all the people you arrested yourself. You're not suspended. Now out of my sight." Vidal shook his head and left as she returned to her target practice. 'He'd never understand. What would he know his parents were Banditos. Even if he's not then... he's still a brilliant deputy. God dammit Alex, you need to get a grip.'
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"Rise and shine, Mr. Hannibal, rise and shine. Wake up. McGregor is here to see you, and he isn't very happy, in fact, he is very unhappy." Hannibal heard a voice and in his dream state he could swear he saw the Gunslinger who had arrested him and started all of this, as everyone who he had seen the past few days stood behind her, all of them pointing guns at Hannibal and ready to fire when-
"Ahhhh!" Hannibal shook awake as a hard slap was delivered across his face. "Wha... wha?" He questioned as all the colours were beginning to come into focus. "Ah please don't hurt me I'll finish it off you... wait... where am I?" In his delusional state, Hannibal truly had no idea what was going on. That was until he looked to the side to see Viola Greaves kneeling next to the bed. "Oh no... I'm going to jail aren't I?"
