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Last Of The Revenants

Last Of The Revenants

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A western society ravaged by unknown monsters is on the brink of extinction, but is only kept protected by a small band known as Hunters. Will much of the world be left intact by the time this war is over?

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This Is War | Half | No Mercy | Pompeii | No Time To Die

In a western society ravaged by centuries of war between humans and unknown beasts, a small but well heard of group of Hunters, or as they are better known and feared of as Revenants, have helped protect towns from being completely wiped out. The group have been in search of one such Revenant for the past few years after their disappearance, a veteran of the last few conflicts. The group live their lives traversing the land in search of answers. What was the cause of the beasts' creation and what is causing them to attack humanity to the increasingly alarming rate that it is now. When a murderous pack of beasts attack a small town, it leaves more questions than answers that only the small group is brave enough to find the answers to, but will there be much of their world left to save by the time this war is over...?

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"Every place has its stories passed down from generation to generation, to the next, and over time they have become known as legends, or fables, or fairy tales that one tells to their children at night or told as a warning you give to strangers who wander by. Whatever way it's told, they become legendary tales of beasts and monsters, to those who would wish to do evil unto the innocent. Well...well, ours isn't much different. Ours is one of old, passed down from the local tribes' grandfathers and their fathers before them. It tells of what they called "Beasts", whose skin was of the palest of white or blackest of black, appearing to almost be the color of charcoal, and eyes with the blackest of night skies, void of any life or emotion as if they were dead, or which would glow of light like a fire in the darkness, but not shine. Beasts who had an untamable hunger for human flesh and blood, bringing nothing but death and carnage in their wake.

These beasts have ravaged our lands for years. It seems as though every night we are attacked and another poor father loses another child, wife, or loved ones to one of those bloody bastards...Families are being ripped apart by these vile beasts, and in their wake, a group of special Hunters have taken up arms in hopes of steering them off from local towns. No one knows who they are as they blend in with the night, almost like those beasts themselves, but they fight for humanity, even if they aren't fully human themselves. At least some aren't entirely human...

From what I've seen, I've seen one of the Hunters have his arm ripped clean off, to only have his arm back the next week...We've all seen things, done things, vile...horrible things just to survive another day in this fucked up world...But with these Hunters, who I have been able to know which some are called Revenants, maybe we'll have a chance...If they still even exist that is, as we haven't seen one since the last raid, which was a month ago...We don't know how long our kind will continue to exist...If I may even continue to exist for much longer..." - Father Travis McFarlan, Ex 'Priest' 1820-1855



You, the writer get to choose what path you follow. You can be either a Hunter, with no special powers or abilities, or you can be a Revenant. Someone who was gifted specials abilities such as increased strength and stamina, as well as increased senses, like hearing, sight, scent, and taste. But you are still very much so human. I'll be making a thread to further go into everything with better details. The monsters will also have their own thread that I am slowly working on, all I ask is that you have a basic general understanding and respect for Native American folk lore and mythos as we will be delving into that aspect of things.

There will be very dark and serious themes throughout, so if anything makes you uncomfortable, feel free to just speak up. We are a group of welcoming writers that is. I'm also looking for rather dedicated writers, so if you think you have what it takes, please feel free to join, we'd love to have you :] I've also made a Discord that you can join if you so wish, makes it so much easier to communicate with others. :] Also, for characters, I'd prefer real life face claims for this, sorry. Just makes things cleaner and less clunky. But as for how far you can go for characters, feel free. This is remotely realistic, but you also have to remember, it is heavily mixed and inspired by folklore and mythos, so you can have lightly restricted creativity with your characters. As long as they aren't ridiculously Over powered or nonsensical, I'll probably let them in. But if you aren't sure, just ask and i'll let you know what I think. You will also have 48 hours to send in a CS after reserving your spot, it can be blank, but do please work on it as you will have 72 hours after that to hopefully finish your CS. If you need more time, simply just ask. Thanku.


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|| Face Claim: Sophie Turner || Name: Scarlet 'Red' Ingles || Age: Appears Twenty Four || Sexuality: Pansexual || Role: Revenant || #800000 || Wolf's Bane109 ||

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|| FC: Luke Pasqualino || Name: Arthur Talbot || Age: Twenty Six || Sexuality: Heterosexual/ Bi-curious || Role: Hunter ||#a7a0a0 / #6f6465 || Alekai ||

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|| FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan || Name: Harlan Talbot || Age: 44 || Sexuality: Heterosexual || Role: Hunter || #96cca5 / #63b077 || Alekai ||

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|| FC: Lindsey Stirling | Name: Adelaide Meadowsweet | Age: 24 | Sexuality: Asexual Biromantic | Role: Hunter | #c6a9a3 | partially-stars ||

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|| FC: Samuel Larsen | Name: David Arthurs | Age: 23 | Sexuality: Bisexual | Role: Revenant | #3e5c59 | partially-stars ||

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|| FC: Riley Voelkel | Name: Darcy Lewis | Age: 25 | Sexuality: Heterosexual | Role: Hunter | #1d8256 | Kohananinja ||

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|| FC: Alexander Calvert | Name: Benjamin Lewis | Age: Appears 20 | Sexuality: | Role: Revenant | #0e0418 | Kohananinja ||

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|| FC: Alyvia Alyn Lind | Name: Lilith Magpie | Age: Appears 13 | Sexuality: N/A | Role: Revenant | #3968B8 | Sorella ||

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Revenant // Attire // Hex: #800000

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The amber-colored morning sun shown down harshly over the rather large farming town known as BlackWater as a large, cloaked figure sat atop a rather large and lean, black Arabian mare, with a dark maroon colored, short-cut main and tail that was tied in a tight braid. Resting on the horse sat a rather large figure with a long, ankle-length black leather coat that was specifically custom made for them as it flapped in the breeze, the upturned material on the neck of the overcoat moved as the dry wind grazed the rider's face. The leather of the jacket creaked against the waistcoat the individual wore as they brushed their dark orange hair from their face, which hung loosely behind them in a tight and neat french braided plait. A soft, yet authoritative female voice came from the rider as they patted their loyal steed, "We'll get rest very soon, dear friend, I promise." the figure mused as the mare let out a soft huff as they had just spent the past three weeks making it from the large City of WhiteBone which was in the East, to where they were currently heading to, St. Vincent, which was to the West, with a small town known as Greythorne, which was to the Northern end with the mountains that lead into Canada, and a town known as Valentine to the Southern borders.

It had been a long, arduous, and dangerous journey while they had traveled, not only the distance but having been alone as well as being exposed to the elements with no real place to go from the wilderness had done its tole on the two. The rider raised her arm in front of her to help block out the sun as the town slowly came into their line of sight. As they slowly made their way passed the town's border, silence fell among them as the horse came to a stop as they entered. The silence wasn't something they hadn't grown accustomed to, except for the animal noises they'd hear during the day and night, especially the howls of wolves and the screams and clicks of foxes and coyotes in the desert, this silence was different. It was eery and all too peaceful for a lively and busy town such as this. From her past times of being in BlackWater, she had never seen it this vacant, which was beginning to worry her. Slowly the rider reached to the black leather holster that was placed on her right hip, hearing a small click as the metal of the safety strap was disengaged as she clamped the handle of her small, blackened steel Schofield Revolver as the leather of her gloves squeezed as her bare fingertips grazed against the wooden handle. The silence continued to fill the air until a creak came from the right side of one of the buildings, causing the woman to act on instincts and pull out the gun, aiming it steadily as she took aim, to only see the wooden slated doors of one of the saloons flew open and a man violently landing in the road as other occupants threw him out like a dead dog into the streets.

Clearly, this man had been an issue and was even more obviously drunk as a skunk as he slowly clambered to his feet and dusted himself off as he shambled along down the opposite direction from where the woman sat on her horse. She silently shook her head as she holstered her gun again back on her hip and mushed her horse along to the hitching post in front of the saloon, as drinks did sound rather pleasant, as well as food would help take the edge off a bit. A small cloud of dust and earth filled the air as the rider jumped from her steed as she tied the rope to the post, gently patting the side of her horse's head. "I'll get you some oatcakes and apples after I'm done with my business, I'll be back. Get plenty of water in ya, ol' girl." the woman spoke to the horse as if it was another human just like her, which resulted in the horse huffing as she drank the water happily from the old wooden trough. The woman gently kissed the top of the mare's head as she stroked the maroon hue colored main, feeling the coarse yet soft hair filter through her strong yet soft fingers, gently patting the horse once more the woman turned and began to make her way towards the saloon. Heavy footsteps thudded and echoed as the stranger made her way up the creaky and aged wooden oak steps of the porch, her head hung low as her hat kept part of her face covered, it was made from a black stiff yet flexible material, with a wide brim that curved upwards all along it as two feathers stuck out on the side, the contrast colors of white an a light sky blue stuck out compared to the darker colors. The woman placed her hands against the old wooden saloon doors and pushed them as she stepped through the arch, wood and nails creaking as she made her way inside the old establishment.

The figure stopped as the doors closed behind her as she could feel all eyes were on her as her presence was giving off a feeling the townspeople didn't exactly like. Slowly her head tilted up, making brief eye contact with the other patrons, her dark silver eyes which almost seemed to hold no life scanned over them, eyeing them for any possible confrontation. None of them seemed to be too much of a threat to her, if they would even try confronting someone of her stature. She easily stood a full head and shoulders above most people, including some of the biggest and tallest men in all of BlackWater, as well as her general appearance being a bigger build and intimidating presence especially due to her weaponry that she had equipped. A large, silver barrel shotgun that was strapped to her back, which was next to her black and gunmetal base color-coded bolt action rifle with a scope, was too resting on her back, along with her two Schofield Revolvers on both hips. Her nose twitched slightly as she picked up a scent that seemed to be rather similar to her, but it would have been impossible. How did...Nevermind, she thought as she made her way to one of the bartenders placing three gold coins on the table. seeing how the usual bartender, which was a rather short, and red-haired woman was busy with other patrons in the tavern, she looked at the man that stood behind the counter, "What be yer poison-" the man began to say when he turned around and looked up to see who had placed the coins, to see dark grey colored eyes staring back at him. The bartender swallowed hard as he stretched his collar, clearing his throat he started to talk again, "Wh...what be yer poison, M..miss?" he stammered as he began to clean a large glass as he tried to avoid eye contact with the stranger that sat before him.

The woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly as her natural intimidation was clearly working, as for her stature as well as for the general knowledge for who or more so what she was had clearly been known to him. "Two shots of whiskey and a beer. Please." she said as she sat in one of the chairs at the bar, making herself more comfortable as she turned her back on the other patrons who had long since been staring at the conversation that was happening with the unwelcomed stranger and barkeep. "So, what brings you to this shithole of a place?" the barkeep asked as a slight croak came from his voice as he handed her the drinks, his hand shaking slightly. "Yer kind only comes around these parts when-" he was silenced by the woman when she downed both of her drinks in mere seconds, giving him a look to stay silent.

"I'm only passing through, I'm not here for anything, whatever it is you may be assuming.
" the woman said plainly as she began to sip her real reason for being there, the whiskey. Its hard yet smooth and soft taste and burn was something she couldn't easily deny. "I know of yer kind, and what that entails, nothing but trouble and cleaning up to do for the rest of us." he said with a sigh as he cleaned out another glass, placing it down to the side as he looked up at her, "I'm just saying, if you're here for that, leave us out of it-" it hadn't taken long for a long and slender hand to find its way wrapped around his throat, pulling him over the counter and mere centimeters away from the woman's face. "I'm not here for any trouble unless you want to give me any trouble. I'm merely passing through and will be gone by the morning, if I even choose to stay the night." she said with a growl as she let him go and sat back down in her seat, the wood creaking under her weight.

"It's just that..." he began to lower his voice as he leaned over a bit to whisper into the woman's ear, a deep and raspy voice coming from his unlikely appearance as he was oddly lanky and tall, on the verge of balding with his salt and pepper colored hair, with a clean-shaven mustache and tired green eyes that were nearly sunken in. "We don't often get Hunters in these parts unless...unless They come around these parts...Even though it's been a month, we haven't seen any of 'em, and it's gettin' to be worrisome...Very worrisome indeed." he finished as he looked back up at her, to only see her staring blankly at him, which caused his heart to race feeling as if it was going to burst out of his chest. The fact a Hunter was a here, the first one they had seen in a month had been worrisome, some relief, but worrisome as whenever one appears, danger usually is soon behind them. They both looked to their side to see the patrons eyeing them down again, but this time it was of fear and absolute paranoia as they finally realized who this new stranger was. Not a normal passerby, but a Hunter, one they've only ever heard of or saw in times of danger and death, but seeing one now caused worry to them all. The woman merely nodded and stood up, tipping her hat at the barkeep and the others, "As long as I'm here this ol' town will be protected. I was going to leave by nightfall, but...I'll stick around for a while and see what happens, seeing as I have no prior engagements. Rest assured, you'll be fine." she said plainly as she gave another tip of her hat and turned, beginning to make her way out of the saloon until something nudged her in the stomach again.

Something ever since she stepped into the old town something felt off to her, something familiar yet not. A scent was in the air that seemed to call to her, but again, it was impossible for her to smell it as it was something she hadn't smelt in years. There was a creak on the old wooden floorboards behind her, causing her nose to twitch yet again until she finally braced herself and turned around, seeing nothing but dark gray-blue eyes staring back at her, surrounded by long, dark brown hair that hung loosely past her shoulders, soft pale skin, and a not exactly dainty looking form held it all together. She finally looked down and back up again into those same dark eyes that stared intently at her. The Hunter swallowed hard as she didn't know what to do as the other figure stood oddly close to her being only mere meters apart. "Look, I can explain, so don't be pissed off at me, alright?" the woman stammered as she took a step back from the much shorter female. "Not be pissed off with you? How can I not be pissed off with you, 'Red'? Do you know how long it has been?" the woman with dark hair exclaimed, her voice getting higher and higher, angrier the more she talked. "Let's just be civil about this, okay? Maybe take it outside or somethin', fair?" the Hunter who's name was "Red" spoke calmly as she tried to keep the other woman calm.

"It's a bit hard to remain calm when I thought you were dead for three years." she said all too cooly as a loud smack was heard as she slapped the Hunter across the cheek, leaving a red handprint clearly on her right cheek. "Victoria...Listen to me, I will explain everything later when-" she began but stopped as yet another scent filled her nose, but this time, it was one she couldn't mistake, nor would it be anything else. It was the smell of death, a rancid, putrid, decaying scent. It smelt of a combination smells, but mainly that of a skunk mixed with rotting old meat and that of a dead body that been exposed to nothing but the elements after being left out in the sun for too long. It was almost unbearable, causing her to cover her nose with her black tattered bandana that was hung loosely from her neck, holding it tightly to her nose. "We need to get out of here now." the woman demanded as she turned to the man in the corner, taking into account the looks on the other patron's faces. They were scared and they clearly didn't know what they were going to do. This was supposed to be a safe place, especially now that a Hunter was here.

The Hunter turned back to the Barkeep and spoke, "Help get the patrons to a safe spot and arm yourselves with whatever you can. If you have an open window of time, take it and run. Victoria you go with them, keep your weapons on you just in case if there's more. I doubt there's only one of these bastards..." she said coldly as she turned her back on the others as they looked at her in confusion, to only then cover their noses, as well as the smell, had finally hit them. It was the stench of death, and it was only getting closer. Looking at a few of the others that finally made their presence known caught her eye, it wasn't hard to mistake them for anything else than other Hunters. "If you so wish, your help would be appreciated in this...Bullshit. But only if you so desire to get your hands dirty, fellas." Scarlet said with a small grin as she slowly placed her hand by her side, knowing full well what was to come in the next few minutes. There was no point in boarding up the windows, they would only get smashed into regardless and broken, resulting in more clean up later, than any good. They were sitting ducks, simply waiting for something to happen. Turning her head to the side, eyeing the red bartender who she could only assume was the proper owner of this establishment, "I would like to apologize for the mess that may happen...It's a shame, this really is a nice tavern." Scarlet said with a small grin, and wink before she turned her head back to the doors. With a flick of her foot, one of the tables knocked onto its side, sending glasses and dishes to the floor. "Would recommend getting behind something if I were you. Just wouldn't suggest getting yourself boxed in.." her voice dipped, as Scarlet slowly lowered herself behind the overturned table, removing one of her guns from her shoulders, looking just past the side of the wooden furnishing that she was using as a makeshift shield. "C'mon out, you bastards..." she muttered under her breath. Simply waiting for the first sign of the beasts that dared to come out before the sun set...Wendigos.

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Life in the tavern was seldom boring. Addie had spent her entire life in one so the chaos was all she had ever known, and it felt as much a part of her now as anything else. She was used to having to do three things at once and it didn’t even feel like a challenge any more. She’d seen everything in her time here. When she’d finished her training as a hunter, or at least was able to defend herself, Elizabeth had offered to bring Addie with her, so she could experience the hunt for real. But this life was all Addie knew and all she wanted to do. And besides, the small town had plenty need for a hunter. People knew there was something different about Addie, in the way she could take down a fully grown man twice her size in the blink of an eye without a single weapon, but she was one of them, and it was something they seemed to forget until they had reason to remember it.

She heard the uneasy silence fall in the bar, but she was busy pouring drinks for two of her regulars. Besides, she knew what that silence meant. It lasted only for a second, before people began to talk again, afraid of their silence bringing unwanted attention on them.
“Them types never bring anything good,” the old man in front of her grumbled. “I know they’re only tryin’ to help but I spent enough time fixin’ up their mess when I was a boy and I ain’t starting again now.”
“Don’t you go startin’ any trouble now, Willy, ya hear?” Addie warned. “I’m too darn fond of you to have to throw you out.”

It wasn’t Ol’ Willy that presented the issue though. One of the other patrons began to yell at the hunter, and Addie instinctively reached for the shotgun she had under the counter. She wasn’t about to use it, but it made her look a little more intimidating when it came to kicking troublesome patrons out.

And then the hunter’s expression changed, and Addie could tell exactly what it meant. She didn’t wait for the hunter’s orders before she began ordering some of the others out. She knew that she had a few hunters in the bar- a few of the others that stuck around town tended to frequent the bar, and she’d seen them come in.

She came out from behind the bar, the shotgun in hand, ready for whatever was about to come through those doors. She smirked at the woman’s apology for ruining the tavern. She’d patched it up plenty times before and would do it every time again. She was already ducking behind a makeshift shield of the table as the woman instructed them to do so, double checking to make sure the shotgun was loaded and she had ammo on her. This wasn’t her first attack and she’d be damned if it would be her last.






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David had been able to feel that something was coming for days now. It was a vague feeling of unease, one that he couldn’t put his finger on or trust. He was far enough away from the main town that he couldn’t be sure. But then he could almost feel the presence of another like him, and that told him everything. Something was going to happen. He warned his uncle and rode into town under the pretence of buying supplies. Those he encountered still watched him with wary stares, his grey eyes a sign of something darker in him.

He heard the screams before the reek of death reached him. He slammed his money down on the general store’s counter. “Y’all better hide, ya hear? Don’t come out till someone’s safe. Lock the doors and barricade them.” He ordered, before turning and heading outside. People were running and the screaming was getting louder. He took shelter behind an overturned cart, drawing his pistol.

The monsters couldn’t be killed with a gunshot, but it would at least slow them down and give him time to figure something out. And then he caught a glimpse of the monsters, silently swearing to himself. Wendigos. He drew his shotgun, knowing the pistol wouldn’t do jackshit against the creatures. In the few months he’d been with the other group of revenants, they’d given him something that, when set alight, could take down a wendigo, but he didn’t make a habit of carrying all that stuff with him. He just prayed he’d left somewhere in this jacket.

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Things had been going too smoothly. Darcy had money in her pocket, the weather had held, and the skinwalker hunt they were coming back from up near Livingston had turned out to be a milk run. Three hunters and a revenant had been overkill, but everyone had walked away alive and whole, so she wasn’t complaining about her one in three share. It was enough to pay for a room at an Inn the night before with real beds, a wash tub, and soap (absolute heaven) with plenty left over for a supply run. They were even making great time, Darcy had noted cheerfully all day, so of course things had to go to shit.

The plan was to run into Blackwater for supplies on the way back to the cabin. She and Benji had been on the road for almost a week now, they were due for a little rest, and Darcy wanted to catch up with the local news in town. Benji would want to check his garden, the last of the hardier late blooming crops needing to be put up, so Darcy had made a note to pick up some more salt and jars from Tempe’s store with her earnings. An hour ago they’d been arguing about how many bags of potatoes Benji could reasonably buy, Darcy refusing to allow that to be their only roadworthy provisions to buy. Now the lightheartedness of that moment seemed far away.

“How many?” Darcy asked lowly, eyes scanning what she could see of the town as the scent of decay and rot burned her nostrils. Benji had sensed something wrong first, but in broad daylight, this close to town...there had been a stray hope. There wasn’t any arguing with that smell though. Anyone unfortunate enough to encounter a wendigo would never mistake it for anything else.

The wind tousled Benji’s hair, and he tipped his head thoughtfully as silver eyes gazed off into the distance ahead. For a moment he said nothing. “Many.”

Which was no answer at all, but enough to know they were fucked. Darcy cursed quietly as she rifled through their leftover supplies, taking an inventory of what they had. It wasn't as bad as it would have been coming off a more difficult hunt, but they still weren’t charging in with a full bag. Only four jars left. There were more monsters down there than they could take on their own. For a moment Darcy’s mind caught on that thought, her eyes flicking up to Benji from her distressingly light saddle bag. They weren’t caught up in the melee yet, they had horses. Turning back to the road, skirting around town to the relative safety of their cabin, they could just leave. It would be easy.

“We’d better hurry then.” Benji said quietly, eyes locked, and clearly distracted by something Darcy couldn’t see with strictly human vision far ahead in the town. “They shouldn’t be out this early. No one will be ready.” But of course they wouldn’t leave, they had friends down there, and neither Lewis sibling was very good at walking away. Even when it was the smartest thing to do.

Darcy nodded, readjusting the extra strap on the saddle bag to sit across her body as a satchel. They left their horses under the light shelter of some tree cover just outside the city, a spot Darcy suspected would be safer than the chaos churning inside. If they didn’t make it out, Winnie and Spot knew their way back to the cabin. Benji gave their noses a comforting stroke before they left, and from there, they made their way on foot. The choir of screams beginning to rise up in the city center acted as their guide to the monsters plaguing the streets.

By now the stench was suffocating. One wendigo could stink up the place, but this? Darcy had never heard of so many wendigos hunting together, had always thought they were too territorial for that. She tried not to choke, yanking her arm up to cover her nose for a momentary reprieve as they crept through sheltered alleyways at a steady clip. They were closer to the center of town, near Addie’s place, when they spotted the first wendigo. It was eating some poor woman in the street, her body pinned in place as it chewed on her neck. The poor woman’s body still twitched minutely, but her eyes were glazed, and her throat had been ripped to shredded ribbons of bloody meat. There was no saving her. Another wendigo was slowly approaching from a side street, chuffing softly as it scented the fresh blood. The first wendigo growled in warning, its shoulders hunching over its meal defensively, but the second still slowly advanced.

Darcy watched the encounter carefully, stopping Benji from going forward with one hand, and pulling out one of her jars and tinder box from her bag with the other. It was horrifying to think of two monsters grappling over feeding rights to a corpse that wasn’t even cold yet, but strategically, this was good luck. Two wendigos with one greasy jar, efficient for their limited resources. Darcy had just lit a match, bringing the small flame to the alcohol soaked cloth peeking out of the jar when she noticed the boy.

He couldn’t have been more than ten, shaking behind the barrel as he watched the wendigo eating the woman in the street. Darcy thought it was fear before she saw the rock in his hand. “Dammit kid, don’t do it!” She hissed harshly under her breath a moment before he was throwing the rock at the monster.

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER! GET AWAY FROM MY MA!” There was a surprising amount of courage pouring out of the kid, even with leaky eyes and shaky knees, but Darcy wished he’d been more of a coward as the wendigo’s head jerked up in his direction. “Benji…”

“I know.” He answered without her needing to say it, and they were both moving, Benji quite a bit faster than she. He was on the boy, pulling him back and away down another alley as Darcy dashed into the street, making as much noise as possible to draw the creature’s eye as she flung her fiery payload at the ugly son of a bitch. Her aim was true enough, flames dancing across the corpse of the woman and the first wendigo upon impact. It’s wail high pitched and keening as the fire spread across its body, but any satisfaction Darcy got from that was short lived.

The impact was hard but clumsy as the second wendigo lunged at her back. It had been trying to grab hold, but Darcy turned enough in time to simply be knocked to the dirt, left shirt sleeve ripped as three shallow cuts bloomed red across her upper arm. She shimmied back as far as she could, scrambling for the revolver holstered at her hip. Fuck all it was going to do to a wendigo, but he was too close. Darcy fired and emptied the chamber, hoping it would buy her enough time to get to her feet.

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Josephine had been on the road for about a fortnight when she finally saw her destination in the distance, the rising sun’s light coming up over the horizon and silhouetting the city. She had been traveling east more and more recently, not entirely what was guiding her in this direction much besides her gut, not really being in these states since her time with Boone and the rest of the gang. Joe didn’t expect much trouble though, a long time had passed since their troubles had been pushed upon the people of Tennessee and the surrounding area, plus all the rumors and gossip of the Wyatt outlaws being killed by the feds and marshals helped in her case of flying under the radar.

Though as Josephine wandered through towns and cities as she traveled, she was interested in a few names that would catch her ears in saloons and she decided she would stop in the town of BlackWater to check in on these things Plus it seemed like the main capital around these parts and might be good to take a few days or so to rest and relax off the road.

One thing though that did seem to keep her on edge were the town talk of beasts and other creatures in the surrounding area. Joe had met her fair share of these type of beasts on her travels, though always able to hold her own against a few of them or able to escape from their packs, being a Revenant it sort of felt like the beings were drawn to each other and causing disaster in their path. Some Revenants devoted their time to hunting these beasts down, Wendigos and feral SkinWalkers, but Josephine wasn’t that type of Revenant, nor did she seem like getting involved with other Revenants, ever since the incident she had always been on her own.

As Josephine finally entered the streets of BlackWater, she kept her favorite hat low to cover most of her face as well as keep the sun that was peaking over the rooftops out of her eyes, making sure her rifle was tight around her shoulder. Joe stepped off to the side and leaned against the railing next to a horse that was tethered and pulled out a piece of paper with a few names on it. Jamison. Reynes. Cornwall. All men she had heard talk about during her travels that lead her out here, each of them Joe wanting to meet or talk to for a different reason.

Grabbing her canteen and taking a swig of the water, Joe remembered she needed to pick up some rations, tucking the scrawled piece of paper back into her shirt and walking towards a building labeled as a type of general store. As Josephine got closer, a familiar scent made her stop and look around, one she wasn’t exactly pleased to get a feeling for. Revenant, maybe a couple. Though she’s been able to sense Revenants in the past and steer clear, the aura around BlackWater made it much more difficult for her. Maybe she wouldn’t stay as long as she wanted. Something about this place felt off.
Jose shrugged off the scent and entered the general store, quickly spotting the source. A black haired man, sharp eyes, and striking grey eyes. Josephine kept her gaze away from him, not out of fear or worry, but honestly because she didn’t want to deal with any sort of talk right now, keeping her eyes low and scanning the aisles.

Josephine was digging through a few crates for some supplies when she accidentally bumped into something, someone, as she stood up holding a bottle of alcohol. Joe simply made a light grunt noise as she turned and saw what she bumped into. The woman’s look surprised her, though Josephine wasn’t entirely sure why. While it was intentional or just subconscious, Josephine visibly looked the woman up and down. She had her hair tucked up behind her clean face, and the dress she wore fit around her figure nicely, and noticing the top button not buttoned like the usual modest housewife would.

After her eyes finished looking over the woman, turned away to back to the supplies she needed. “Sorry…” Josephine said in a quiet tone as she grabbed the few things she needed and headed towards the back of the store to pay, She was probably a few steps away when she paused as she heard screams come from outside and tilted her head up as she quickly knew the source. The black hair Revenant quickly spoke up, trying to make sure everyone would be safe, which just made Joe chuckle to herself before he stormed out.

Joe sighed as she put her things down. She didn’t want to get into anything at the moment, but knew she couldn’t just sit idly with wendigos and lord knows what else is out there. Not because she cared about the others, but Josephine knew if she did nothing and the town found out about her not helping, it would make things more complicated.

“Girl.” Joe said, turning towards the woman she bumped into earlier. “Roof access?” She asked short and concisely. The girl had a bit of a panic look on her face and quickly nodded and pointed her to a ladder that quickly led up to a hatch. Josephine took no time and quickly climbed up and quickly searched through her bag to switch her ammo to something that would be more effective against these beasts rather than something for a bear or a deer.

Josephine got to the edge of the building and leaned against the lifted part of the roof and took a look through the streets, her eyes quickly finding the source of the screams as well as noticing the male Revenant from before hiding behind a cart. Scanned the area around and didn't see much else and just turned her attention back to the beast in the street. She swung her rifle from her shoulder and crouched down against the rooftop, perching and getting set up. She quickly fired at the creature, the shot didn't take it down, but it caught it's attention, pulling it away from innocent civilians. "You gonna do something Revenant?" She shouted towards the male behind the cart, pulling the hammer back on her rifle and getting ready to fire, just watching the Wendigo for now.

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Temperance had lived in Blackwater her entire life, it was the only home she’d ever known; the attacks came frequently enough that everyone was just about used to them, but not so often that anyone ever felt truly prepared. Tempe figured that to really know how to deal with the kinds of things that went bump in the night, you had to encounter them more often than once or twice a month. She normally didn’t think too hard on the attacks, but it had been a while since the last one, and she’d been reading her father’s old hunting journals. There was so much about him she didn’t know, but reading his accounts, she was starting to understand why he’d kept that from his children. It didn’t seem like it was a particularly happy life.

Her father was having a bad day, phantom leg pains, he said. Temperance didn’t know how one dealt with pain in a limb that had been gone for over thirty years, but she found it best to leave him to it. Let Mama deal with him and the house for the day, she could look after the shop. She was the only Wheeler child left at home; her sisters had all married well, and her brother seemed about ready to settle down. He'd gone up north to become a doctor, and Mama was very proud. He could’ve done anything and she would still be proud, though; he was always her favorite. But between her sisters all having their own families, and Caleb being in Indiana, a lot of responsibility had fallen on Temperance in the past few years. Before Grace had gotten married, Temperance had always been the baby. There was nearly ten years between her and her oldest sister, but slowly, as her sisters grew and got married and Caleb left to learn medicine, she finally grew up.

Revenants coming to town always worried people. Temperance could really only say she knew one, and she had to admit that they made her a little uncomfortable. This was mostly because she didn’t understand them. There was a revenant in her family’s shop, buying supplies. Tempe was trying to keep busy, rotating stock, making sure the place was clean. She was by herself, so she had plenty of work to do without staring. In fact, she seemed to be so busy staying busy that she didn’t notice the rest of her customers. She’d bumped right into a rough looking woman (or had the woman bumped into her?). From the look of her, Tempe figured this woman had been on the road for a while. Her hair was a beautiful color, though. She shook her head when the woman apologized, holding her hands in front of her in an apologetic gesture, “No, I’m sorry! I wasn’t payin’ any attention.” Then, because Temperance was fairly sure she’d never seen the woman before (and she was working at the store much more often know, she typically recognized people who came in often), she added, “Let me know if you need anythin’, I’d be happy to help.”

Temperance soon found herself back behind the counter- really, the most important job was watching after the money that flowed in and out of the store. This was easier with two people working, but they hadn’t reliably had two employees for three years; Papa was in bed most days, anymore, and that left Temperance and her mother cycling between caring for him and the store.

All of Temperance’s internal griping and complaining went out the window when she heard the screaming start. They never attacked during the day. It was normally easier to stay safe: stay inside after dark, lock up your doors and windows. Tempe didn’t know what to do. She heard the command to lock and barricade the doors, but she didn’t process the words. Pure panic was written on her face, and the realization hit that she had never seen a Wendigo in person. It was a strange thing to fixate on, but she felt fairly sure that was going to die, with them that close. She had no way of defending herself if one got inside.

Then she heard another voice, and it took her half a second to realize that the words were meant for her. Roof access? Oh. Temperance’s eyes scanned over the woman, the same one that she’d run into earlier. Was she a hunter? She could help. Panic was evident on Tempe’s face, and she was positively shaking like a leaf, but she pointed the woman in the right direction. Then she turned and looked around, a few people were still in the shop. Or had then run in from outside? Temperance didn’t know, she hadn’t been thinking. You have to stop panicking, she told herself, you’ll be fine if you can stop panicking, and listen to the people who know what they’re doing.

So she rushed to lock the doors, though she didn’t know how much good it would do. They could move everything that wasn’t too heavy or attached to the floor in front of the doors. After that, all they could do was pray.

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"A week."

"I know."

"Seven days."

"I know."

"You know, you know, of course you don't fucking know," Arthur barked, fidgeting impatiently against the cowhide saddle of his mare. Seven whole days on the road without a single opportunity to wash up. Sometimes he envied his father's ability to live in his own filth without a care. Arthur could feel a layer of sweat and dirt beginning to coat his entire body; the skin of his cheeks and forehead becoming reddened from the constant friction of his handkerchief. He'd taken to picking at his nails in an attempt to clear them of dirt but in his urgency, he'd caused a fair few of them to split from the skin and bleed. Worse than that, his clothing had already developed an unpleasant odour. He'd discarded an unreasonable amount of sweat and blood-soaked clothing on their trip which was, as Harlan had jested, a wonderful little trail that any nearby Wendigo could use to track them down.

"Yes I do fuckin' know," the older Hunter repeated in a mocking tone, "'cause you've been whingin' about it for five of those seven days and frankly, at this rate, one of us is not makin' it back to that god damned town." A little harsh perhaps but Arthur wasn't one to openly challenge his father past a certain point of frustration. Harlan's brows were pinched together, hazel-green eyes focused only on the road ahead. If he'd judged things correctly, they would likely make it to Blackwater for their supply run within the hour, given their pace on horseback. Since his son had fallen silent, he figured it would be a rather peaceful journey from that point onward.

Dawn was beginning to break when they finally hitched their horses and, as per routine, Arthur began to unpack their supplies while Harlan went to arrange a room for the night. If there was time enough to be picky, he usually preferred to rent a room above or nearby a pub. In this instance, it was above. He could spend his evening with a whiskey glass in his hand and Arthur could go do... whatever Arthur liked to do. It was cheaper to rent a single room between them but Arthur would usually be passed out by the time Harlan returned in the early morning.

Harlan set his bags down by one of the two beds and took a moment to stretch his arms out, clicking his shoulders and back with a grunt of relief. "Right, I'm heading downstairs then," he announced, clapping his calloused hands together. Arthur's eyes found his father then, his lips pursed as he bit back words of disapproval. There were many things he wanted to say in that moment but they had repeated this particular conversation so many times in recent years that there almost wasn't any point - the judgement didn't help his father, sometimes it only made things worse. Still, Arthur was honest to a fault and could never quite manage to hide his true feelings on the topic. He turned his head without a word and began to rummage through one of his bags. Even without speaking, that said a lot.

It wasn't worth the argument, Harlan figured. They'd both spent far too long on the road together and the alone time would do them some good, not to mention he was itching for a drink. His flask had run empty the day before, despite his repeated attempts to ration his supply. He was heading out of the door when the stench first hit him; it didn't take long for the smell of Wendigos to permeate the entire room. Both men paused for a moment or two. "Well shit... that's gotta break some sort of a personal record, right?" Arthur murmured, gingerly peaking through a semi-open gap in the curtains. He got a decent view of it but only for a second. "One. Heading this way." Harlan instinctively grabbed his gun from beside the bed and joined Arthur at the window, though his eyes were scanning everything but the Wendigo. He wouldn't be of any use if it got too close to him; he needed a place to set up outside, preferably a rooftop or a window across the street. "You know the drill, yeah?" he whispered, pointing towards the door. "Take the machete and distract it while I sneak out. I need a clear shot."

Arthur didn't need to be told twice. His long legs allowed him to clear the room in two strides and he emerged from it to hear sounds of a commotion on the ground floor. People evacuating? he thought. He raced through the corridor as quickly as his legs could carry him, rounded the corner and cleared the staircase. As he did so, he surveyed the remaining patrons, some of whom were ducking behind makeshift barriers. Good idea. He dropped to a crouch and followed suit by tilting a table on its side, machete in one hand and his pistol in another. He eyed the people beside him, gesturing with his hand to capture their attention for a moment. "Sniper support across the street," he told them. "If we can get it out of here."

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Scarlet remained silent as she observed the others getting behind overturned tables and other forms of protection, taking in the fact that they could at least follow simple orders. For now anyway. Just wait for things to start going south, and that's when things would fall apart. Hysteria and panic would take over and common sense would fly out the window. It always did. That is just one of the things that Scarlet found working around commonfolk, they let their fight or flight instincts take over, more often being flight and not caring about others. In her time, she had seen countless people push aside their supposed loved ones and make a run for it from a Wendigo or skinwalker, only to be killed in the end. Something she often questioned why loyalty went in scenarios like that. But then she had to remember, fear was a powerful thing, but that was something she hadn't let control her in years. She couldn't afford to.

Turning her head to look at the woman that she knew by now was the proper barkeep, she eyed the woman's weapon. Simple shotgun, but it would do more than nothing, or even a simple pistol. Thinking for a moment, before she dug around in one of her pockets, retrieving four golden color, rectangular and rounded objects. Handing them to the woman Scarlet spoke in a hushed voice, "Use those only when you have to. They won't kill them, but they'll do the trick when you most need them. So be smart with them." she said with a simple nod. They were normal shotgun shells but had one small difference. They weren't sold on the market to any average joe. Nor could they be bought in any black market or underground system. Revenants handmade them and more often than not kept a plentiful amount of hand, only if they knew for certain that they had the proper amount of ingredients for the buckshots. In this case, Scarlet knew she had at least eight left now, after giving the other woman four. She'd have to be careful and sparing with the ammo for now.

Looking around the tavern, Scarlet took into account how many people were left, all with weapons of their own. She knew they wouldn't do much against what was to come, but all that mattered was that they had something, anything to defend themselves at this point. If they could at least offer up a distraction or stall that left room for the Hunters and Revenants, that's all that mattered. Have enough of a window of time, that's all they needed. Her eyes darted around the saloon once more, and stopped as her eyes caught something from the back end of the saloon. A familiar face was poking around the corner, seeming to be looking for something, or someone. Scarlet knew full well, cursing under her breath she carefully and quickly maneuvered across the tavern and down the hallway where the person was. As Scarlet turned down the hallway that was off to the side, she was immediately pulled into a side room by some unknown force. By natural instinct, Scarlet reached for the pistol by her side, but soon found herself taking a deep breath as a familiar face stared her down. "Jesus Christ, Victoria. What the hell is wrong with you? Next time at least say something before you just pull me aside. You know what's out there-"

"I don't give a fuck. You really don't get it, do you? Three years, and now you're just back. Acting like nothing happened." Victoria said with a sour tone. Scarlet sighed softly as she was berated once more. She knew what was going to come, and she knew full well that Victoria had a point, and it was very well made. But now wasn't the time for this. Scarlet had to get back to the front of the saloon, the smell and feeling of dread was only looming closer by the second. They were running out of time. "I know, and I will explain everything. I promise. But now, now is not the time for this, Victoria. After this is over, I will explain everything. I promise. You just need to go and hide with the others...You'll know when it's safe to come out. Just, stay safe...Please" the Revenant said with a slight tone of fear and sadness in her voice. Showing that she at least did still genuinely care. The other woman simply nodded begrudgingly and began to make her way back to the others, before stopping and turning once more, "You just better come back in one piece this time, you hear me?" she called out, Scarlet gave a small nod, and a shadow of a smile appeared on her face for a moment before she turned and walked back down the hallway. Things would end differently this time, it had to.

Within a few short seconds, Scarlet was back in the main room of the tavern, as an unfamiliar face quickly ran down the stairs with a weapon in his hand, explaining how there was someone up on the roof as backup support. The revenant gave him a cold nod as her greyed eyes scanned him over for a minute. If she didn't know any better, he would easily be one to be looked over in a crowd. But she knew the way that people carried themselves, how he was dressed and the expression he bore. Hunter. But how much he could be counted on remained to be seen. It was evident enough that the creatures had made their way into town, as screams and gunshots rang out over the town. Perfect, just perfect.

"I'd assume you all know what to do. Don't get careless or reckless. And for the love of god, do not get stupid." she said coldly as she looked at the others, before crouching back down behind the table as loud and heavy footsteps were making their way to the saloon. And then silence. Except for the screams and cries of those outside, the footsteps stopped just right outside of those slatted saloon doors. There was nothing between them and the beast except for the tables, which wouldn't do much in the long run. Give them a few extra seconds before they'd have to run or be on their feet.

Scarlet took in a deep breath, taking into account of how many there were. Normally wendigos stayed by themselves, rarely ever being more than one at a time. Nevermind the number that she assumed, simply based off the scent alone. It was far too strong to just be one, nevermind two. Scarlet looked around, seeing who she could at least make silent eye-contact with. Holding up three fingers so the others could see. Hoping they understood what she was trying to get across without words.

Peering through one of the small cracks in the table, Scarlet was able to see the skeletal form of the creature. Its slender and boney arm slowly outstretched, pushing the saloon doors open as it shuffled its all too large and gangly sized form into the building. The creature had to keep its hunched over stature as he crept around the saloon, sniffing the air as its twitchy movements of the head took action. It was looking for some sign of prey. Observing its movements helped her better understand what kind it was. It was slower, more dependant on scent and feeling around for things as it evidently felt one of the walls with its all too long and boney hand. Scarlet could have sworn she felt her heart drop as the creature slowly passed by where she was hiding, and quickly tilted its head to look at her. Its glazed over eyes scanning intently, but seemed to be looking over them all. Which was proven as Scarlet raised her hand in front of the creature's face, and waved her hand. The only reaction that was given was the beast shuffled along further into the back, as if looking for something in particular. Especially as it continued to smell around certain objects. It was hunting something, or more so someone, but why? And more importantly, who?

She could have sworn she felt her heart sink even more as the creature began to slowly make its way to the hallway which lead to the backrooms and the bathing rooms of the saloon. Scarlet wasn't about to let that thing just waltz over to the defenseless people, not like this. Scarlet knew better, but she couldn't stop herself as she rose to her feet and crept around from the tables as silently as she could. Reaching around behind her, she retrieved her shotgun, checking to make sure there were shells. Four. Perfect. Stepping back, there was a loud creak of one of the older floorboards beneath her feet. Giving off her position. The Wendigo shot its head over to her direction, letting out a blood-curdling scream, it blindly scrambled over the tables and the others that were hiding to make its way to its target.

As the wendigo scrambled over closely, Scarlet gave a nod to the others, quickly firing off a single round into the beast as it enclosed its proximity to her. All the buckshot managed to do was stall the beast for a moment, and it was quickly lunging towards her once more, slamming her through the doors of the saloon and out into the street with incredible strength and speed. Scarlet didn't know what she felt first. The ice-cold boney hand of wendigo on her, or the feeling of being flung out of the saloon doors like a tin can and tossed into the street. The air was knocked out of her lungs as she hit the hard ground of the dirt street that she found herself laying on. Trying to gasp for air, weakly getting to her feet, Scarlet scrambled to regain her weapon that had been forced out of her hand and scattered to the other side of the street. But within seconds the Wendigo was upon her again, sinking its teeth into her shoulder, which caused Scarlet to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard." the revenant exclaimed, gripping the wendigo's shoulder and tried forcing it off of her. The wendigo didn't seem to care and only continued to sink its teeth further and further into her shoulder, beginning to pierce the bone. Scarlet wasn't going to let herself be eaten alive or be torn to shreds by a damn beast, not like this. Not like some rabid dog in the street. But she didn't know what happened first, the all too loud and familiar sound of an incinerary buckshot hitting the beast or the second the beast let go of her shoulder. But Scarlet quickly scrambled away from the beast as it recoiled in the flames that quickly overtook its body. She knew it would only last a few seconds and then the flames would quickly go out, "Aim for its head when on fire it's their weak spot!" she exclaimed, not expecting anyone to pay much attention as her eyes finally focused on the panic and chaos that took place in the streets.

Countless bodies laid strewn across the street. Half-eaten and dismembered by the other beasts blood-thirsty rampage. Scarlet got back to her feet as quickly as she could, grasping her shoulder for a moment, blood quickly covered her entire hand as the warm liquid oozed out from the grizzly wound on her shoulder. Just what she needed, Scarlet cursed to herself. Looking up to the rooftops, a few figures were seen. Obviously the backup that the the younger man had told her about earlier. But that on the roof of the saloon, so who was the one above one of the other stores? Scarlet didn't have much time to venture a guess, but she didn't much care to know, all she knew was that the figure was firing upon the wendigos whenever she had to chance to, something she could at least be grateful for. But something felt off about the figure, something Scarlet knew all too well. Another Revenant. At least there was a few others, as something always seemed to alert Revenants whenever another was around. Something she never fully got over. But now wasn't the time to dwell on this.

Scarlet managed to retrieve her shotgun, and as she took aim for one of the other wendigos, as best as she could with her now injured shoulder, something came from outside of her eyesight and slammed into her. The force alone was strong enough to fling her into the windows of one of the stores. The sound of glass and wood crashing and breaking under her weight and the force at which she was tossed so carelessly was the only thing she was able to take in. Letting out a small groan as she rolled onto her back as she laid on the floor of the building she was now in. Today really wasn't her day, and she was slowly growing tired of it. After a moment, Scarlet slowly rolled onto her side, and staggered to her feet, gripping her shoulder which now had fragments of shattered glass and wood now in the fresh wound. Cursing under her breath, Scarlet looked around her new environment. From the looks of it there were shelves with all kinds of varied items. She was in some sort of store. Figures.

The revenant let out a sigh, retrieving one of her pistols from her hip. She was slowly running out of patience. Looking to the side as she remembered hearing what sounded like a scream from behind the counter earlier. There was a rather young looking girl hidden behind the counter. Scarlet let out a small sigh and shake of her head, "I doubt you know how to use this, but it's better than nothing." she said rather coldly, tossing the pistol to the shopkeeper. "I'm going to want that back later though." Scarlet said, her tone lightened up slightly, giving a small wink to the girl before she turned and jumped out of the shattered and broken hole in the wall that used to be a large, glass bay window.

Her feet hit the wooden floorboards of the porch of the line of buildings she was on. Looking around Hunters were now out in full force as they shot at the beasts. From above and the street. Scarlet just wished this was already over. She didn't know if it was the pain in her shoulder or the fact that all she wanted was a peaceful drink at the local taverns. She just really wanted this to be over and done with. Eyeing her shotgun that was in the middle of the street, she quickly retrieved it, and hid alongside the side of one of the buildings. Swapping the regular buckshots for the other ammo she had with her. If only she could have gotten to her horse would she have been able to get her fire jars, but she didn't have the time for that. Keeping her head low and out of sight, only taking shots at the Wendigos when she had the opportunity to. This was going to be a long day, and an even longer night.

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Addie almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice next to her. It was the hunter she'd seen enter the bar earlier, the one who'd put everyone else on edge. This close to her, Addie could see why. Those grey eyes were just too distinctive. But the woman handed Addie four shells. Addie nodded at the instruction to spare them. There were very few weapons that could really take down these creatures, and they were like gold dust. Best chance was just to try and minimise damage.

The Revenant stood up and went to check on something elsewhere in the tavern, and Addie kept her eyes focused on the doors. This wasn't the first time they'd had to defend themselves against an attack, but that didn't change the fact that they still suffered huge amounts of damage in them, and that they still lost far too many lives. And no matter how many times they went through them, they still never had much of a chance against the monsters.

The arrival of someone down the stairs had Addie looking at him down the end of the barrel, but once she recognised him as one of their own, she lowered the gun, scanning him quickly. She didn't have much of a chance to make a judgement on him though, as the sounds of screams and gunshots began. They were here, then.

She caught the revenant's eye as the woman silently held up three fingers. Well shit. Dealing with one of them was hard enough, let alone three. And one of them had just walked into her saloon. It became immediately obvious the creature was blind, which unfortunately, didn't make it any less dangerous. Their hearing more than made up for it. The creature, however, almost seemed to be looking for something or someone. When it started heading towards the back, where the unarmed were, the revenant jumped into action, and Addie checked her shotgun was loaded. Freshly loaded and ready to deal with trouble.

And then the revenant started that trouble by stepping on an old floorboard and giving away her position. The monster charged straight for her and slammed her out through the doors of the saloon, following it's target. The revenant would be the best suited to deal with that, Addie determined, and instead decided they needed to make sure the innocents got out okay. She caught the eye of the other hunter. "Help me get these out," she ordered, heading in to the back room. She had a back exit, out through the kitchens, and it might just get them far enough away from the fight and the monsters to avoid catastrophe. She threw open the door and started beckoning them out. "Run! Come on, before that thing comes back!" She called. If the monster came back and found them, they'd be sitting ducks, and Addie refused to let that happen in her goddamn saloon.




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God, of all days to come into town. If he'd stayed home on the ranch, he would have had time to at least be a little more prepared. The one good thing about all of this was that they at least seemed to have a decent few hunters around. Which was good, because David was pretty sure they were dealing with multiple wendigos.

He heard a voice screaming at him from the rooftop, asking if he was going to do anything. He silently swore, glancing up at the roof. The woman had been in the store too, but he hadn't paid all that much attention to her at the time. Apparently, she'd noticed him, though. He leaned over the overturned cart and fired two rounds into the creature, but that just seemed to piss it off more. He ducked back under cover in time for it to jump, as it leaped to the roof to try and attack the woman. David took the momentary distraction to reload the shotgun. As he looked up to try and aim at the wendigo again, he instead saw a figure jumping from the roof and crashing into the cart, destroying his cover.

The creature had noticed, however, and wasn't happy about it's target attempting to escape. As it launched itself into the air, David emptied a few more rounds into it. It slowed it down for just a second, and that was enough. David knew the only way to kill the thing was fire. Checking his pockets, he found what he was looking for in the form of a box of matches. David grabbed the woman and pulled her away from the cart, before throwing a lit match onto the cart. The dry wood caught easily and the wendigo screamed out in pain.

"You're welcome," he said, turning to face the woman. It was only then he caught a glimpse of those distinctive grey eyes and smirked. Of course she was a revenant too.

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Darcy is fast, but few things are faster than a wendigo. Dacy had barely been able to regain solid footing, pulling the long hunting knife she kept tucked through her belt loop free, before the creature was lunging for her again. This time she was more prepared, waiting as long as she dared to pivot away with a parting slash that did little real damage, but left the creature rearing back and hissing it’s fury. This was a delicate dance she led, lunge, slash, spin away, and purely defensive in nature. Darcy had to buy time, there was no winning against a wendigo up close like this, much less two. She’d been careful to whirl her movements as far away from the smoldering wendigo she’d hit earlier as the street would allow. It was currently injured, but Darcy wasn’t fool enough to think that made her safe from it. Still, with flames cracking across it’s charred and flaking skin, her knife would have stood a better chance. Darcy’s satchel was less than fifteen feet away, taunting her with its contents, but it was less than useless to her unless she could get a moment to break away. For now, it was all she could do to keep the monster’s teeth from tearing into her flesh, because she sure as shit wasn’t ending up anyone’s goddamn snack today! Where the fuck is Benji?!

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In the midst of all the chaos down below, Harlan knew he would have to prioritise a target; in other words, decide who to help. Even with his experience and skill, he was no miracle worker. Singling out the most available opportunity with a shot that counted was his absolute best bet for taking one of these bastards down. From atop the saloon, his eyes scanned as much of the immediate area as he could in a matter of seconds but it was more than enough to gauge which angles were already covered. One firing from the rooftop across the way, several more on the street, and Arthur peeking from one of the saloon’s windows. The one among them he deemed to be in the most amount of potential danger was, as he could make out, a blonde-haired woman - easily in her twenties. Human? He thought. A hunter, at least, but mortal enough.

Harlan lifted his rifle with the butt of it resting against his shoulder and lowered his head enough to peer through the scope. Inhaling deeply, he held the breath in his lungs to steady his aim, allowing himself adequate time to line up the shot. He fired once but it didn’t connect, meriting a curse of impatience from the Hunter. He leaned his rifle to the side, clutching it with his right hand while the left reached for another round from his belt. Loading it into the port as quickly as his hands would allow it, he cocked it and repeated the process. Aim, inhale, take the shot. This time, the bullet connected with the rear of the Wendigo’s head and he watched as its legs gave out.

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A shot rang out overhead, whizzing past a little too close for comfort as it shattered the window of the small shop across from her. The clatter of falling glass turned out to be a godsend though, as the wendigo turned toward the noise, and leapt at the wall. Not one to waste an opportunity, Darcy dead sprinted to her fallen satchel, eyes shooting up to scan the rooftop as she went, finding the figure of a man perched atop Addie’s saloon. His rifle was pointed with clear intent, and as her eyes raked across him, it was obvious the man was a hunter, the lines of his body poised with too much ease and confidence in a situation like this to be anything else. That was comforting, especially as the sounds coming from nearby streets meant any other potential backup was otherwise occupied. If they both made it out of this alive, Darcy was going to owe that man a drink.

Darcy had rummaged out a second jar, and a match from her tinder box when she heard the second shot, this one connecting with its intended target. It was a solid hit, but it wouldn’t keep the monster down long. It was enough time for Darcy to light a match and ignite the rag. Her eyes flicked back to the man on the roof. So far this guy was a fifty-fifty shot. Not the best odds to bet on, but she’d rolled the dice on worse. Standing up from her bag, Darcy let out a long whistle, trying to catch his eye. Carefully waving the jar once-twice, trying to convey her intent so he’d be ready, Darcy threw the jar at the Wendigo whose attention had been caught by the sound as well. Flames erupted on impact, and the Wendigo let loose a shrill, almost human, scream. Darcy gripped her knife tightly at the ready in case this guy turned out to be a lousy shot.

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There was a momentary break in the action that Harlan exploited in order to reload his rifle once more; he reckoned he had at least a few seconds to spare while the creature was stunned and an extra round prepared ahead of time could only serve to aid him. He was just beginning to reposition the rifle when a whistle rang through the air. While it had successfully captured his attention, as surely it was meant to, he set his jaw and expelled an impatient huff of air from his nostrils. If they were lucky, that same whistle wouldn’t have attracted too much unwanted attention, but Harlan had never been a particularly fortunate man.

He searched for the woman’s location again as she had clearly taken advantage of the distraction and put a bit of distance between herself and the beast. His eyes were drawn to the brightness of the flame in her hand, noted the gesture that accompanied it, and offered a slow nod of approval. “Good girl,” he drawled under his breath, lifting the rifle and peering through the scope for his third (and hopefully his last) shot at the beast. Harlan sucked in a lungful of cold morning air in the same second that the jar collided with the wendigo, and he held it there as he poured every ounce of his focus into aiming at the creature’s head. The only downside to this tactic, he noted, was that it was exceptionally harder to line up an accurate shot when his target was literally ablaze. He didn’t feel too much of a time pressure though. This woman was only a stranger, after all, and he’d seen more than enough unfortunate deaths to know that… well, shit just happens sometimes.

When Harlan was sure he had the best possible shot in sight, he pulled the trigger with near instant reaction speed, then allowed all the breath to escape him at once. It took a second for his eyes to catch up with the scene below but he was pretty sure he’d done a damn fine job of it when the wendigo tumbled over itself before collapsing on the ground in a heap of burnt flesh and gangly limbs. A direct shot to the head he figured, but just in case, he kept his eyes on it for a moment or two longer. When he was satisfied that the damned thing was staying down this time, he lowered his gun slightly. Freeing up one of his hands, he waved his arm high enough to hopefully capture her attention in return, then pointed in the opposite direction - a gesture which told her to get the fuck out of there while she still could.

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“No go back! We can’t just-SHE’S STILL OUT THERE!” Benji was many times stronger than the boy wailing in his arms, but in a situation like this, that didn’t really matter. Distress oozed from the boy’s every pore, a noxious mix of snot and tears leaking down his chin as his uncooperative limbs scrambled to break free and rush back to the burning heap that had been his mother. This child’s world had just imploded, his life ripped to the core and the wound lay bare and open. Rational thought was beyond him in this moment, words unlikely to sooth.

He was almost too big for it, but unnatural strength had its advantages as he gathered the boy up in a proper grip. Small arms snaked around Benji’s shoulders, and his tear streaked face, snot and all, found a home in the crook of Benji’s neck. It was a gesture of comfort, and a promise of safety. Benji couldn’t restore the dead to life, but he could give this, just letting him be held. It couldn’t fix what was wrong with the world, but it was something, and Benji felt something in the child’s soul ease, if just a little.

“Your mother would not want you to die.” He whispered softly into the boy’s curls, gently patting his shoulders as he crept through the narrow alleyway, looking for a safer hiding spot for the boy. He didn’t want to leave a child alone in clear distress, but his sister was still out there as well, and she was going to need help.

“She needs you to live and grow up into the man you tried to be today. One day, you will be brave and strong, and the kind of man who protects others, and she’ll be so proud of you. But you have to live.” Benji murmured as the sobs died down to whimpers. He wanted to say more, but was startled to realize they were not alone. Silver eyes whipped to the opening of the alleyway they’d taken shelter in, alert and steely as he spied the wendigo, charred flesh practically dripping down its frame, stalk in after them. Benji should have sensed him sooner, but he’d been distracted. That was foolish. Wendigos are hunters, and he’s singled out this child as his prey. The sounds of weeping had surely made a convenient trail to follow, but it was too late now to change things. At least it is already injured, that will have to make up for the terrain. Benji thought grimly, as he adjusted the protective hold to the child in his arms, and reached for the knife in his belt with his dominant hand.

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Arthur was very rarely the sort of guy who ever lost his cool in chaotic situations, or struggled to keep track of his surroundings, but what took place in that saloon had become a blur in his mind. One second they were perched behind cover, waiting for the right moment to strike, and in the second, he was left to watch in stunned silence as the red-haired woman was thrown through the doors with the wendigo at her heel. He hesitated for a moment, clutching the machete so tightly in his fist that his knuckles had turned white. The nervousness was beginning to settle in, he knew. Another moment more and his feet were carrying him forward on nothing but pure instinct. He crashed through the saloon doors, skidding to a halt in the street. By that point, the woman was already on her feet and firing at the wendigo, and it was only in this moment that Arthur truly took note of her appearance. God only knows how he hadn’t noticed it earlier, but nonetheless he felt slightly better about her chances.

He allowed himself a moment to survey the rest of the street, catching a glimpse of a man in the near distance with a child wrapped up in his arms. Arthur’s concern prompted a soft frown as he watched them enter a nearby alleyway; an expression which hardened significantly when one of the wendigos stalked in after them. Arthur wasn’t one to abandon anyone who needed his help - he simply couldn’t abide by it - but it was his mother who told him that he should always protect those who most need it. By his eyes, even if the man was capable of fighting such a monster, he would be severely hindered by the presence of a child. If any harm befell the youngster in a situation Arthur could’ve easily prevented, it would eat away at him for longer than he cared to deal with. Instead of running straight ahead, he split and made for the alleyway. At its entrance, he caught sight of the wendigo’s back. It was staring straight ahead, eyes locked on its prey. Arthur could just about see the man from before, kneeling ahead, and the child still in his arms.

Hey!” he called, eyes focused on the wendigo as its head snapped around to look at him. Arthur already had his pistol drawn in one hand, still grasping the machete his father had lent him in the other, and he waved both arms to further hold the monster’s attention. He whistled once, then lifted his gun and fired a shot at its leg. Its mouth tore open and from it came an inhuman screech of pain that bellowed and bounced off the walls of the alleyway. The wendigo turned fully and launched into a sprint, closing the distance between itself and the Hunter in what felt like barely a second. Even Arthur wasn’t prepared for the speed of the attack as it tackled him to the ground, causing him to land awkwardly on his right shoulder and cry out in pain. He even dropped the machete in his momentary panic. The creature was on top of him instantly, claws splayed and reaching for him. If he didn’t end this in the next couple of seconds, he’d be dead.

Arthur, still laying on his back, raised the gun into the air and shot three times in quick succession. Once in the chest, another in the throat, and finally the last of them was a dead shot through the eye. The wendigo stumbled for a moment before collapsing to the side of him, its low growl petering into silence. Christ…” he whispered under his breath, allowing himself a moment to breathe before he even attempted to move.

Eventually, he picked himself up off the ground with a strained grunt, leaving the machete where it had fallen. He clutched at his shoulder and exhaled shakily, fingers feeling around for the extent of the injury. He could roll the joint easy enough but he figured he’d still end up with a fierce bruise from the impact. It could have been a lot worse, so he was thankful for that at least.

His eyes settled on the pair at last, specifically the youngster still clutched in the older man’s arms, and his expression shifted from one of discomfort to visible concern. “Is he hurt?” he asked, beginning the cautiously slow walk to their position.

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The wendigo’s frame was taunt, it’s haunches curled with clear intent to lunge. Benji shifted the grip on his knife, angling the child away for better ease to toss him to safety in case he needed to grapple with the beast with both hands. It never came to that though. The man who arrived in the alley was tall, with eyes that glistened like two river stones washed bright by the creek on a sunny afternoon. It was a strange thing to notice given the circumstances, but it was there all the same. Benji watched transfixed a moment, a sharp whistle leaving the man’s lips as he vied for the creature’s attention. The monster obliged, and Benji was snapped out of his momentary reverie by the sound of a gunshot, and the realization this man was about to be torn apart. The bellowing screech was all the warning either of them had, and between one blink and the next, the wendigo was on top of him. For a shuddering heartbeat, Benji was convinced he’d be too late to stop it. He was fast, but even revenant speed couldn’t deposit the boy a safe distance and make it back across the alley to pull the wendigo off him before the creature sunk its teeth into the man’s neck.

That too, like Benji’s knife, proved to be unnecessary. This man was a warrior, and he saved himself. Three shots, precise and button neat finished the job, and the creature collapsed. Benji approached cautiously as the man gathered himself up. He inspected the creature first, adjusting the body slightly with his foot to check for all the signs it was truly dead. Between the fire damage, and the bullet wounds, Benji was confident the monster had breathed its last. His eyes flicked back to the man as he spoke.


“Not physically.” Benji replied with a careful look at the child in his arms who’d gone concerning quiet. Small shivers had begun to wrack his shoulders, and Benji began rubbing gentle circles on his back in a wordless gesture of comfort. It reminded him of what Darcy would do when he was small and scared, and the world was loud. Benji didn’t know much about children, but it seemed like the right thing to do. “Though it seems you can not say the same.” Benji frowned as he noticed the stiff pain in his shoulder. Striding forward without warning, Benji leaned forward to inspect where he’d been hurt. Carefully peeling back the lapel and shirt collar in the way, Benji ran gentle fingers along injured skin as he assessed the damage.

"You took quite the pounding there. No penetration though.That's good." Benji reasoned with a smile, nodding his approval as he noted at least an absence of blood. “I’m Benji Lewis.” He offered by way of greeting.

“And this is…” Turning his gaze back down to the child in invitation, he watched the boy’s eyes shift to the man who stepped in to help them, and hold there as well. “Simon Grey.” He replied softly, a little lost as he clung to Benji’s side.

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It wasn’t until the distance between them closed that Arthur was afforded a more generous look at the stranger; the eyes in particular stealing much of his initial focus. A second Revenant? He mused, fighting against the shudder that threatened to rake up his spine. This whole situation reeked of something strange and foreboding, and Arthur very much doubted this would be the end of his poor luck. That wasn’t important at the moment, however, as his gaze fixed on the weeping child. He knew all too well what it felt like to be in that position but he cut that train of thought short before it took hold of him completely.

When the man’s attention returned to Arthur, specifically the injury he’d sustained, he offered a foolishly nonchalant shrug (ignoring the pain it brought) and began to form the words ‘I’m fine,’ until suddenly the collar of his shirt was being stripped back to expose the bare flesh of his shoulder. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat, the unspoken words caught on his ever-so-slightly pursed lips. He felt fingers brushing against the yet unbruised skin but for some reason the pain wasn’t registering in the same way it had before; that is to say, it was barely even noticeable. He had become engrossed in the very presence of this stranger. Whether it was the fact that he’d never been so physically close to a Revenant before or something else entirely, Arthur couldn’t quite comprehend what had caused such a lack of composure.

He’s talking to you, moron. Arthur blinked a few times, regaining his awareness just in time to catch the man’s introduction. He consciously held back the smile that threatened to twitch at the corners of his lips, and instead nodded graciously. Benji went against Arthur’s every preconceived notion of what a Revenant might look or act like. This man who risked his skin to protect a human child, who had shown genuine interest in Arthur’s health, and who did not appear outwardly intimidating in any sense. Perhaps engrossed was not a strong enough word for the fascination that Arthur felt in those few moments. He practically had to tear his eyes away from Benji as the child introduced himself, which effectively grounded him in reality once more.

Arthur’s expression softened considerably as he knelt in front of the child, lifting a hand to run it through soft curls. “Hello, Simon,” he greeted, his tone mindfully gentle. “My name is Arthur… Arthur Talbot.” He offered a sympathetic smile, painfully unaware of the circumstances with which this child was just confronted, and racked his brain for an appropriate sentiment to express. “Don’t you worry, okay? Nothing is going to hurt you while we’re here, I swear.” He lifted his hand and curled every finger but one; the pinky finger, which he extended towards the child. “Pinky promise?”

Simon gazed at Arthur a moment, sniffling softly as he looked from his face down to his hand, outstretched digit promising a safety he was desperate to cling to. Holding onto Benji with one hand, and bringing his own pinky to match Arthur’s, the child tried for something resembling a watery smile. “...Okay.”

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Josephine was a bit more relieved when the Revenant below her started taking some shots at the wendigo. Most Revenants spent their time as hunters, hunting down these wendigos, skinwalkers, and other such monsters, but Josephine didn’t, she didn’t exactly carry around the special ammo or weapons to directly deal with them. All she could hope for right now is that enough bullets would put down this monster.

Before Joe could fire more shots at the beast, a red-haired woman seemed to burst through the doors of the saloon across the small street, and it didn’t entirely seem like she did it on her own accord. It wasn’t long until a second wendigo jumped through the doors and quickly onto the red-haired woman, who quickly screeched out in pain. Josephine wasn’t sure how much a bite from a wendigo hurt, but she wouldn’t find out today. She quickly fired at the wendigo pinning the woman, distracting it for a second as the pinned woman fired a buckshot and gave herself some space.

As Josephine reloaded, a third wendigo entered the street and was sniffing around. God damn, what the fuck in this town is attracting these monsters She thought to herself. She noticed that the woman that was just a bit hadn’t seen the other wendigo, and it was already heading towards her. “Hey l-” Joe tried to warn her, but it was too late. The beast had quickly tossed the woman into the building below her, going through a glass window. Though she was surprised that the wendigo quickly ran down a different alleway and away from them, though she wasn’t complaining, one less thing for her to deal with.

Though while she was distracted by the red-haired woman fighting and the two wendigoes, she had taken her eye off her original target, which was a bad idea. Behind her she heard the wendigo let out a screech, quickly catching her attention. “Fuck…” Was all she could say before it lunged at her trying to pin her down, much like what happened to the other woman. Joe was able to roll out of the way and fire two shots at the monster, both barely grazing it’s limbs since she didn’t have time to line up a shot. She knew she couldn’t fight the wendigo in close proximity here on the roof and needed to get it back on the street where she would have more cover, and the quickest way down was jumping, which she quickly did.

Any normal human jumping and landing on a hard cart would’ve been hurt a little bit from the fall, but luckily Josephine’s *enhanced* abilities and physical stature softened the landing. But her little escape didn’t last long as the wendigo was already chasing her down. Before she could roll out of the way, the Revenant man from before had fired a few shots from his shotgun, injuring it, and pulling her front he cart, Joe barely able to grab her hat as she rolled onto the ground. As she stood up the man had quickly thrown a lit match at the cart and engulfing it in flames, the wendigo screeching in pain. Josephine aimed and fire two shots into the burning beast, causing it to finally stop moving as it continued to burn.

The man quickly told the woman you’re welcome, and seeing him look at her eyes, obvious now knowing the truth about her. “I was fine…” Josephine quickly said, before turning her attention to the other wendigo in the street, the one she was focusing on before she had to flee the roof. “If you really want my thanks. Deal with this one.” She said, referencing the last wendigo in their area.

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The few people left in the store were in a panic- not that Temperance could blame them- and it was difficult to try to get everyone to stay calm and get anything helpful done. Requests that the people stay calm and help her move things to barricade the doors were met with panicked blabbering and hysterical crying. These people, it seemed, had already decided they were going to die, so there wasn’t much use trying to get them to do anything else. Wonderful, thought Temperance, I can’t move any of this on my own. The two middle aged women could have been plenty help, if they could stay calm. As it was, they were mostly just feeding off each other’s fear, and making Temperance feel more afraid than she had before.

She really felt as though she was getting a handle on things, when someone came crashing through the window. She screamed. The other women in the store screamed. There was crying. Temperance felt sure that this woman who’d come crashing through the window must be dead or dying. There was blood, and being hurdled through a window like that wasn’t something a person easily walks away from. Then she rolled over and got up. Honestly, that was more fear-inducing than the thought that Temperance had just watched someone die.

Tempe tried not to shrink back when the woman looked at her, but something about her was almost chilling. Every revenant or hunter Temperance had ever met had been so different (not that she’d met an abundance), and it was difficult to know what kind you were running into. She fumbled a bit when the hunter tossed her a gun, saying she doubted Tempe knew how to use it. Temperance knew the basics, but she wasn’t sure she could do any good.

Temperance didn’t have much time to catch her breath after the woman jumped back through the window (she thought it was a bad idea. The woman was already hurt. But she likely wouldn’t have listened to Temperance even if she’d given her the chance to speak out), shortly afterwards Temperance saw another wendigo jump up, presumably to the roof. “Shit,” She mumbled, more to herself than anything. That wasn’t in the plan.

Then the woman from before- who Temperance had let on the roof- came tumbling down, breaking a cart that was sitting there. It was stupid and impressive, but the wendigo followed quickly after, and before long the creature was on fire. It’s screams were probably the worst sound that Temperance had ever heard in her life, but the two people outside the shop (Temperance assumed they were both hunters, like the woman who’d been flung through her window. She had no way to be sure, but who else knew how to deal with monsters?) quickly took care of the beast. Temperance didn’t know much about wendigos, or what killing them entailed, but knowing that there was one less running through the town was a relief. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

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Manuel had been on the road for a long time. Too long. It had been weeks since he’d eaten a proper meal (meaning: not something he’d killed and cooked up that was hardly palatable), and even longer since he’d slept in a proper bed. He figured it was long past time he was able to properly bathe and wash his clothing. Maybe sleep longer than was typically considered acceptable. Needed some supplies, too. So he’d decided: the next town he came across, he was going to stop in for a few days. He had been ignoring towns and people for the last while (read: most of the past five years of his life), he mostly found them to be distracting. It was almost as if he were afraid he would find a place he liked, would want to stay, put down roots again. This life was almost like a punishment he was imposing on himself, though only heaven knew when he would decide he’d suffered enough.

The closer he got to the next town, though, an unmistakable scent filled the air. Wendigos. And during the day. That wasn’t in the plan. The idea that he could just change course and skip over to the next town didn’t even cross Manuel’s mind: he’d become a hunter, and hunting these things was what he did. It was what he’d reinvented himself to be. There was no question that he was going to go on into town to help out. Besides, sometimes when you save someone’s life, you get a free meal out of it, and that was more than he asked for as a hunter.

He left his horse on the edge of town. He didn’t tie her up too tightly; hopefully, if it came to it, she would be able to get free and run to safety. Or to her death. Either way, she wouldn’t die tied up and completely helpless, which made him feel better about it. She was the only friend he had; with him on the long days, and cold nights. Good listener, too. Not much of a conversationalist, though. That was fine, though. She was really the only living thing Manuel ever confided in, told his worries to. She was also the last link he had to his life before monsters had torn his life apart. Miel felt like family, and Manuel would likely never be able to forgive himself if he knew she’d somehow suffered.

He heard the commotion in town from a ways off. It was the standard thing you hear during a monster attack, regardless of the type. Gunshots, screaming, crying, more screaming. It was strange, really, how you got used to the sounds of human suffering. Over time, it began to feel like just another day. At first, that had made Manuel feel guilty; but just like the horrors he’d seen had stopped being shocking, the guilt faded in time, too.

He quickly took in what he could; there was a lot happening. Through the chaos, he noticed a few things: this town had a seemingly disproportionate number of hunters hanging around, and at first glance they seemed to have things under control. There was a bit of property damage, but being caught by surprise tended to end that way. But Manny knew that fighting just one of these things was tough, and could be exhausting. There was one, moving through the streets. The way it moved, Manuel figured it must be blind. It was sometimes hard to tell, but he would bet on it.

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The other hunter only stuck around just long enough for her to clear the tavern, before disappearing without a word. She just shook her head as she peered out back out on to the main street. As far as the destruction went, the tavern appeared to have fared relatively lightly. The window of the general store was smashed in, and a few other buildings looked a little worse for wear. At least that was something. And what was more, looking around, there only seemed to be one more of the creatures roaming around. It's behaviour patterns seemed to be that of a blind wendigo, which was a blessing and a curse. Blind wendigos presented their own issues.

There was a man standing a few hundred yards away from Addie. She didn't recognise him, which meant he probably hadn't been around all that much. Addie had learned to remember faces over the years, and she didn't think she'd forget that face in a hurry. From his stance, she figured this probably wasn't the first time he'd seen or dealt with something like this, but standing out in the street like that was dangerous, even if the wendigo was blind.

"If I were you, sir," she called, just loud enough for him to hear her, always keeping her eyes on the wendigo, "I'd keep moving. We've got this in hand, plenty of hunters in town today," she said as she reached him. "Don't want yourself getting caught up in a fight unless you really have to."

She wasn't quite sure what it was that drew the creature's attention towards them, whether it was their quiet discussion or something else entirely, or a complete coincidence, but the wendigo turned and fixed its cloudy gaze right on them. "If you're gonna run, run now, else you're helping me take down this thing," she said, fixing her shotgun on the monster. There was a few moments, probably just seconds, where neither moved. And then a gunshot from somewhere else made the creature scream, a bone-chilling sound, and charge right for her.

The shells the revenant had given her seemed to slow it down, but it didn't stop it either. A blow of it's powerful claws sent her flying, hitting the ground with enough force to drive the air from her lungs and daze her. She'd dropped the gun somewhere, but she wasn't physically capable of looking for it right then.




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David just rolled his eyes at the woman as she told him to deal with the last remaining wendigo, and turned to assess the situation. It was the blind one, but its attention was fixed on a number of individuals near the tavern. David scanned the area to see if there was anyone else who was better prepared to deal with it. He didn't see who took the shot at it, but all it seemed to do was anger it. It apparently decided the two nearest it were the easiest targets and charged towards them. David was already running towards them, gun in hand. Whatever weapon the woman had seemed to be slightly more effective than a normal shotgun, but she was still no match for it. The creature knocked her to one side.

"HEY!" He shouted, hoping to try and draw the Wendigo's attention away. The arrival of another person appeared to be enough to distract it for long enough for David to get closer, close enough for the creature to perceive him as an equal threat. He wasn't quite sure what his plan was, other than to find a way to set the creature alight, and try and draw it away from the regular townsfolk. He caught the man's eye and just hoped the man had enough sense to either run as soon as he could, or else know how to fight a wendigo. He raised his own gun and fired a shot at the creature, which was enough for it to turn and charge towards him. David turned and ran, knowing the wendigo would easily catch up, but wanting to draw him away from the townsfolk.

It caught up to him in even less time than he'd expected, tackling him and throwing him to the ground with what probably would have been enough force to knock anyone else out. But it only dazed him for a moment, before he felt the ice cold burn of claws tearing through clothes and skin. The creature was pinning him to the ground, and the stench was unbelievable. He acted almost instinctively, grabbing his gun and using it as a club, swinging it for the creature's head. It was enough to distract it for a moment, but not enough for him to get free, and if anything, it just seemed to enrage the monster.

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The shot reverberated across the street, and for a moment, Darcy held her breath with her knife gripped firmly in hand. At first the wendigo didn’t move, but an exhale later the sizzled sack of limbs collapsed to the ground, and it didn’t look like it was getting up anytime soon. Cautiously she crept forward, retrieving her empty pistol as she went, checking to be sure the monster was well and truly dead. It had been a direct shot to the head, damn near between the eyes from what she could tell around the dying flames, which was...admittedly impressive given the circumstances.

Darcy glanced up grudgingly, catching the man’s arm move as he waved her to get out of the street. Shouldering her pack, Darcy nodded with a quick two finger salute, intent on doing just that and tracking down Benji...and that’s when she remembered the second wendigo. Which, life imperiled adrenaline rush or not, was a stupid thing to forget about. Whipping her head around, she still saw the charred corpse of the woman lying in the street, but there was no smoldered wendigo to be seen. It had moved on, the noise from the shot would have drawn it this way undoubtedly otherwise. A cold shiver swept down her spin as her thoughts followed the logical path to who it might have followed.

Another shot blasted from around the corner, and Darcy was off and running before she had time to really think it through. That had most certainly been a shotgun, which wasn’t Benji’s weapon of choice at all. Who she found though had her refocusing on the here and now. Addie was sprawled in the dirt, clearly having taken a hit. There was another man standing nearby, probably a civilian, though a brave one if he was standing with them out in the open without developing into a panicking mess. Up street, tackling a man to the ground, Darcy caught sight of the wendigo, another one. “Unfuckingbelievable…” She growled under her breath, rummaging in her pack to find a match, and the second to last jar of fire starter. They were going to be in serious trouble if there were many more of these things…

Darcy lit the ragged fuse, and picked up a rock from the dirt road. This was flying by the seat of her pants, but there wasn’t time to parse a real plan through. That guy was going to get himself ripped apart if she didn’t do something fast, so moving up the street as quick and quietly as she could, Darcy chucked the rock through a store window about fifteen feet away from it. Glass shattered and hit the ground in a chorus of destruction, and the wendigo’s head whipped around, lunging at the sound of possible threat. As soon as it was clear of the man, Darcy tossed her fiery payload into the mix, and for the third time that day, flames danced across melting skin as a wendigo shrieked in rage.

David had almost all but given up hope, having dropped his gun just a little out of reach. The pain from the wounds on his side were burning like hell and sapping his energy, meaning that he couldn’t fight as hard as he wanted to. But when glass shattered somewhere to his right and the monster’s head whipped around, he found a new surge in energy, managing to scramble for his gun as the creature lunged towards the new sound. A jar full of flames sailed towards the creature, and David didn’t waste time trying to see where it came from. He barely even took the time to line up the shot properly, firing a few rounds into the wendigo. It let out one final shriek and fell to the ground. He watched it for a few seconds to make sure it was down for good, before struggling back to his feet. Things were almost too quiet now, and he didn’t dare let himself believe that was it.

He searched his surroundings and spotted a woman standing nearby. He wasn’t sure they’d ever really crossed paths before, but one look and he knew she was a hunter. They all had a certain look to them.

“Thanks.” he called, his usual wordy nature a little beyond him right about then.

Pop pop pop pop! It seemed the guy wasn’t as down for the count as Darcy had previously thought. Good thing too, since she hadn’t had time to reload her own pistol. They both waited a moment with baited breath as the man got back to his feet. When it became clear the monster wasn’t getting back up again, Darcy let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly the sound of three shots, in quick sequence, a short distance away, only a street over maybe, but after that it was silent. Was it over? Hard to tell.

“Don’t mention it.” Darcy replied offhandedly, suddenly less surprised this guy was up and moving once she caught a glimpse of his eyes. “You’re going to need to have that looked at, come one.” Even revenants needed medical attention, and while those wounds didn’t look fatal, infection was no joke. She needed to find Benji, but Addy was hit, and this guy was hurt. Checking them over had to be the priority. Darcy had to constantly remind herself that her little brother was a lot stronger these days than his babyface suggested, but old habits die hard. One thing at a time.

The woman was definitely a hunter. It took a certain kind of person to remain so calm after that and those people were almost always hunters. “Don’t tell me, you’re a nurse as well as a hunter?” He remarked, raising an eyebrow playfully, but he obliged in following her. He was used to dealing with various types of injuries from the farm, but she was right, these weren’t the type of wounds he could just bandage up and hope for the best. Even if that had been his initial plan. “Name’s David.”

Darcy couldn’t help a snort. She’d seen her fair share of wounds from a wendigo hunt, and she was a steady hand with a needle and thread in whiskey wash, but she wasn't the first one anyone should be running to. This David character was in trouble if he was in a bad enough way to need someone with a real medical background and was stuck with her.

“Enough to patch you up in a pinch, but let's see if we can get a real doc to take a look at you before we roll the dice on me yeah?” Darcy asked with a raised brow of her own as they headed back over to Addie and the other man in the street. She needed to make sure her friend was alright as well. “Darcy. I’d say nice to meet you, but given the circumstances, I’d say we’ve both had a less than delightful evening thus far.” She remarked, before approaching her friend, carefully checking for injuries.

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So much happened in so little time for Scarlet to be able to process it all. By the time she had managed to pull herself from the general store window and hide alongside one of the buildings, two of the wendigos had already been nothing but charred remains and smoking ash. The damage done to her shoulder had taken more of a toll on her than she already had thought, as every shot of her shotgun rang throughout her shoulder. Making her aim be nothing more than likely, something she couldn't afford. Not now anyway. But with the pain of the wound, brought on by the debris stuck in her shoulder, as well as the wound itself, every shot caused an eruption of pain to go through her shoulder. This isn't what she planned for the day, not by a long shot. Turning her head back against the side of the building, she could see two others beginning to take on the wendigo that had made it's way into the tavern. Watching as it raked across with its long and boney arms blindly, in hopes of swiping anything, never lost the effect it had. The movements, how jagged and unnatural it all was, it never stopped sending a shiver down one's spine.

Scarlet kept her eyes focused on the blind one as the others continued to lay bullets and shells into it, with little to no avail. There was no way it was going to die without further damage to its hide. It was almost as hard as stone, and little could damage it. As she studied the creature, Scarlet was ready to try to get back to her horse when a loud explosion was heard close by in the street. Watching in quick succession as a woman and man both laid multiple rounds into the now enflamed beast, as it screamed out in pain. Watching as the beast went down with the final shot to the head, and it went limp in a flaming pile on gangly limbs.

Waiting a few minutes, Scarlet took a deep breath for a moment as she listened. For anything. More gunfire, screams, sounds of the creatures. Anything. But after waiting nearly two minutes from her spot, Scarlet slowly rose from where she was hiding and stepped out into the street. Not exactly dropping her guard just yet. Looking around at the others, she began assessing the damage and their injuries, as well as how much of the town had been destroyed in the chaos. Scarlet sighed as she stood in the middle of the street, simply looking all around her. Making sure that others were okay, as well as keeping her eyes out for anything.

Scarlet kept her eyes on things as she slowly walked over to a stack of crates, and sat down. Finally feeling the pull extent of the wound on her shoulder, placing her shotgun down beside her. Scarlet took a few deep breaths as she tried to steady herself, and gather her thoughts. Bodies laid strewn about the streets, both of creatures and citizens alike. She didn't like it, any of it. None of this ever sat right with her. No matter how many times these attacks happened, no matter how many people died or were hurt in the crossfire or got in the way, it weighed on her shoulders. She got careless, and Scarlet wasn't sure if it had gotten anyone else in danger or not. At least she hoped not anyway.

Looking back up as people slowly began to peak their heads out of windows, doors, and buildings, assessing the situation. As expected, the town sheriff and his men had already made their way out and were checking up on everyone, making sure numbers were counted among the dead. Scarlet kept her eyes and face down low the best she could, not realizing her hat had been knocked off amongst the chaos. The best she could do was keeping her head low, hoping no one tried to meet her eyes just yet. As Scarlet sat there, among the crates, a familiar voice sounded through the chatter of the townsfolk, "There you are. You idiot." Victoria called as she made her way through the crowd towards Scarlet, who sheepishly kept her gaze averted from her. She knew what was to come. This always happened.

Scarlet kept her head low as she nodded, "Okay look, I can explain, okay? Just don't-" before the revenant could finish her sentence, Victoria immediately went for the arm and began assessing the wound, which caused a soft groan to escape Scarlet's lips. "Oh don't be such a baby. I've seen you with worse for wear." the woman mused. Scarlet shook her head, finally looking up as she spoke, "You're an asshole, you know that?" she said with a small chuckle. "And you aren't? Now, get your shirt off so I can get a proper look at the wound. Dr. Anderson is busy with others right now." Victoria stated, eyeing the older man across the way as he tended to some of the townsfolk. "Victoria, there's more important people than me that need tending to. I can handle this, go take of the people that need it. I'm-" "I swear, if you said you're fine one more time, when you are clearly not fine. I will throw your ass in jail myself." Victoria said rather coldly, Scarlet was only able to nod her head in response as she removed her outer layers of clothing, exposing the now gnarled shoulder.

"Dear god, Red...What the hell did you get into?" Victoria muttered under her breath, finally seeing just how badly the injury was. Skin was torn away in some places, while in others it was clearly sliced through. The teeth and claws of wendigos could slice through anything like butter, but the end results were grotesque to say the least. "At least it'll leave an interesting scar, no?" Scarlet let out a small chuckle as she looked at Victoria for a brief moment, before looking away. Victoria shot her a glare before a small smile overtook her face, "You give me so much stress..." the two women chuckled for a moment before silence fell between the two of them. "Victoria, I...I want to apologize. I never...I never meant to hurt you like that. It's just...It's complicated, I'm sorry..." Scarlet's voice dipped as she looked down, she couldn't look Victoria in the eyes as she spoke. "It's okay, Scarlet...I've moved on from that. We can talk about it later, I don't think this is a conversation for...Open-air places, no?" Scarlet gave her a nod. Victoria finally finished tending to the wound on her shoulder, wrapping it up with some bandages. They'd have to stick it up later when they had access to the supplies.

Scarlet pulled her shirt back over her head, holding her shoulder with her hand she slowly rose to her feet. "I'm going to check up on some of the others that helped out...You should check up on anyone that needs it. We can talk more later, okay? Scarlet gave Victoria a small smile, gently squeezing her hand before she turned and began to make her way over to the man and woman she had seen finish off the last wendigo. "You folks alright? Good job with that last son of a bitch. Name's Red by the way." Scarlet said awkwardly, giving them a small nod.

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Arthur Talbot. Benji’s eyes seemed locked with the taller man’s, an unfamiliar sensation of warmth starting low and spreading across his skin. It distracted him for a moment, as Arthur comforted Simon, their fingers intertwined in hopeful promise. A fond smile twisted his lips as Benji watched, trying to take the measure of this man who had risked his person to come to their aid. Beyond an exterior beauty that was easy to see, there was a solidness and honesty about him that Benji found intriguing. His sister had always been far better at understanding people, but Benji had a sense for their character that was hard to explain. Darcy didn’t always trust it, but Benji’s instincts hadn’t led him astray with someone’s nature yet. Arthur seemed to him like a towering Red Oak, a strong and most dependable sort of tree, and it made Benji inclined to like him without question. The three of them seemed almost disconnected from the violent world around them in that moment, like floating in a warm haze. So when movement rustled again at the opening of the alley, shattering Benji free of the strange feeling, he…possibly over reacted. Pulling Arthur and Simon suddenly back and behind him, away from the movement he sensed, Benji reached for his knife, and wasn’t particularly inclined to lower it when he saw the face of the first man who joined them.


They were greeted first by a whistle, the older man’s eyes scanning the dead wendigo before dark eyes met Benji’s. “Don’t tell me this is your handwork Lewis, Baby Benji all grown up?” Elias Nash called out with a sly look, his eyes roaming up next to get a glimpse of who was behind him. The boy he recognized, the man he did not. Simon was Tessa’s kid, and with a slight wince, remembered the woman’s corpse as they’d come down the street. Looked like Simon was on his own now, which was no safe thing to be for a kid in Blackwater. It also wasn’t his problem, so like other uncomfortable feelings, he shoved the guilt away. “Where’s that sister of yours? Aren’t you two usually joined at the hip?”

“Hardly your business.” Benji replied coldly. There were a hundred reasons Benji disliked Nash, not least of which was the fact Benji never walked away from the man without feeling condescended to. If it wasn’t outright lying and scheming with the man, you could count on being insulted at least three times in any conversation before walking away, not to mention you’d best check your pockets. His employer was another reason very high on that list. If Elias Nash was asking after Darcy, it was for him, and that thought stirred something primal deep in his chest.

“Relax kid, we’re just doing a headcount. I saw her duck round the corner a bit ago, but haven’t caught sight of her since.” Another, more welcome voice called out, appearing with a donkey drawn cart that had the remains of one Wendigo already piled on. Angus McClain was a gruff old timer in Blackwater. He’s owned his own medical practice supposedly once upon a time, but most of his medical work these days was patching up hunters, amongst whose ranks he was generally counted. Benji had known the man since he was a child, having been a frequent face in the Lewis household until there'd been a falling out with Deacon. Gus had only moved back to Blackwater a few years prior, but there was still affection there for the old family friend.

“Yeah, relax kid. Put that knife down before you hurt somebody huh?” Nash couldn’t resist throwing in another dig.


“Nash, get yer weasel ass over here and help me with this thing. You ain’t gettin’ paid to stand around and talk like you did somethin today.” Gus snapped as he walked over to the monster’s corpse.

“Benji, why don’t you take yer friends here and go find yer sister. People are starting to congregate, and it’s best if ya don’t get yerself caught out here alone.” Gus continued with a pointed look as he and Nash heft the wendigo onto the cart. “The danger’s passed fer now, but there’s a lot of angry folk milling about, ya hear me? I’ll be along quick as I can.” Benji understood his meaning. People weren’t often comfortable with revenants at the best of times, when they were scared and angry that discomfort could turn into something else much more dangerous.

“Of course.” Benji nodded at the older man’s warning, carefully putting the knife away before turning back to Simon and Arthur, extending his hands to grasp theirs as he turned them to the other exit to the alley. “I think it’s best we go this way.”


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As the last of the danger seemed to have passed, the people of Blackwater began to emerge. From the wreckage of some of the damaged shops, and other hiding spots, more and more anxious faces ventured out, trying to get a glimpse of the aftermath from the attack they’d just suffered. A quick scan of the area to check over the living people assembled had Darcy satisfied they weren’t dealing with any life threatening injuries at the moment. David seemed to have the most serious wound among them, so once they got a doc flagged down, he’d take priority. Ushering David over to a bench by the saloon, Darcy set her pack down and began rummaging to see what supplies she even had that could be counted as medical. Outside of a needle and thread and spare shirt (Which given the state of her own with the left sleeve torn clear to ribbons, she may be needing herself after a bit.), things didn’t look promising. Another glance down the street, and she could see Doc Anderson was busy with some other survivors, and from the amount of blood she could see from even this far away, it looked like he'd be busy for a while. Gus was also nowhere in sight.

“Hey bring out some clean water, soap, linens, and whisky would you?!” Darcy called out to another hunter she knew in passing as he stumbled out of the saloon. Dale something, shaky hands, but a surprisingly steady shot. He nodded quickly before running back inside to fetch what she’d asked.

“Alright, let’s get that thing off.” Darcy turned back to David, indicating his shirt. “We might be on the waiting list, but we can at least try and get that wound cleaned up.” The requested supplies had just arrived when a woman approached, calling out a greeting and asking after them. Darcy turned to face her and stopped short.

Another one? One glance at the woman’s eyes was all it took for Darcy to know she was now face to face with yet another revenant. Living with one hadn’t exactly robbed the mystique of that whole condition for Darcy, as the Lewis siblings had never exactly sought them out for guidance on Benji’s situation, but it did make her conscious to be polite. Watching how people treated Benji with general unease or outright hostility, changed Darcy’s outlook on some things. There might be some aspects of that whole business Darcy found uncomfortable, but she wasn’t going to flinch away from them either.

“Thanks.” Darcy offered with a hand extended out in greeting, eye contact firmly maintained. “Darcy Lewis. Good to meet you Red.” She continued, giving the woman a full glance over as she noticed the bandaged shoulder. It was good work, whoever had done it, but there were already spots of blood seeping through the bandages, so that wound had to be nasty.

“Are you okay?” Darcy asked, a little incredulous, shifting to take a closer look. That had to be incredibly painful. How was she standing here talking so nonchalantly and asking after them?! Darcy had heard revenents had a pretty high pain threshold, but this was insane.

“I think you should come over here and take a seat. We’ll get a doctor to take a look at that.” Darcy said firmly with a pointedly stubborn look. Picking up her pack to make room on the bench, she patted the spot in a manner more order than invitation.

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Benji hadn’t really been sure what to talk about as they made their way around to the main street. Darcy had a talent for clever words that reminded him of their creek, flowing, babbling along as it surged and adapted to always find a clear path forward. He felt stilted by comparison, never sure if what he’d said was about to cause awkward silence or offense. Sometimes people laughed, which wasn’t so bad. It never stopped him from speaking, but for one he very much cared about his words' reception. So far, Simon seemed interested enough.

“The trick is to never let the Blue Jays catch on first. They never play fair with the other birds, but the Crows will sometimes bring presents if they decide to stay and like the food enough.” Benji chattered on as they carefully discussed the woods near his home.

“So they’ll just come to your hand?” Simon asked a little awed, both hands held in a gentle grip from his two rescuers.

“Some will. Once they know you better.” Benji amended, not wanting to get the boy’s hopes up too high for a first attempt. Once they made it to the main street, it became clear Gus was right, there were suddenly quite a number of people out on the street. Back by Addie’s saloon, he could see a few familiar faces, his sister’s included, and he was relieved to see she looked relatively unharmed. He navigated them along the less crowded parts of the street, careful to avoid the wendigo corpse and sheriff’s men milling about as they went.

“I’m glad you aren’t too injured.” Benji said by way of greeting when they reached the bench Darcy appeared to have claimed with a pair of unfamiliar faces. He glanced at them curiously with a smile before looking back to his sister, who’d turned immediately to start checking him over zealously for injuries. “I’m not hurt.” Benji said patiently, used to the treatment by now.

”I got worried when you didn’t come back.” Darcy confessed, noting the man with him before turning to the child, the same boy who’d thrown the rock at the wendigo in the street.

“This is Simon.” Her brother introduced solemnly. “He’s going to be staying with us.” He continued with a finality that had Darcy reeling a moment to catch up. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Benji’s eyes said, and between that, and this Simon’s hopeful puppy dog eyes peering up at her, Darcy was left defenseless. She gave her brother a slightly sour look, wishing they’d at least had a chance to talk about options first before making big public promises in front of the kid, but her eyes softened when they met Simon’s. “It’s alright kiddo. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of alright.” She confirmed with a soft smile for him.


“Who’s your friend?” Darcy asked, glancing over at the other man holding Simon’s hand.

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Temperance couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the action in the streets. There was a part of her that knew she would be better off not looking; violence wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, but something about not watching the work of the brave souls fighting the monsters felt wrong to her. So she watched. She noticed when the woman who’d previously been up on the roof slipped away, though just barely through the chaos in the streets. Tempe didn’t pay her much mind.

It wasn’t long before it seemed to be over, and people were out on the streets again; tending to the wounded, checking to make sure their friends and family weren’t among the dead. Temperance had half a mind to run straight home to her parents, check in on her sisters.

Her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked the doors of the shop, the thought that there wasn’t much point in staying locked up when the window busted out did occur to her, but she brushed it aside in favor of flinging the doors open and stepping out into the street. Almost instinctively, she started to look around. Who was she looking for? She didn’t know, but perhaps she would know when she found them.

She spotted her, the woman who’d crashed through the window, given her a gun, and then left. Temperance almost didn’t even remember her asking for the gun back, but she figured she’d probably like to have it. Tempe felt comforted by the presence of Darcy and Benji, as familiar faces tended to do.

The hunter- revenant- looked… Worse for wear. Really, the entire group was in various states of injury, or lack thereof. Still, Temperance didn’t want to be stuck with someone else’s gun; didn’t need to be accused of something she hadn’t done. “Um, thank you,” She smiled, glancing at the man sharing the bench with the revenant. He was the other one that had been in her shop, then she looked at Darcy, “If you need anything from the shop, it’s yours. They put me in charge today, so I recon I can make that call.” She turned back to the woman who’d lent her the gun, and held it out to her, so she could return it, “I didn’t need it. Thank you, though.”


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The woman who called out to him seemed pretty confident. Plenty of hunters in town, so they likely could handle things just fine, so when she suggested he move on, it was tempting. But he would have felt guilty leaving the woman to deal with the creature, especially now that she was more than an abstract idea. “Miss, I don’t doubt that you all-”

He stopped mid-sentence when the creature turned to them. Frankly, the blind ones had always scared him the most; it was hard to tell if they’d really locked on to you, or if the creature would move on. The woman mentioned running, or else helping her take down the wendigo. In his mind there really wasn’t much of a choice; he wasn’t about to leave this woman alone with a monster, regardless of how confident she was in her own abilities. He’d started to quickly look around, see if there was anywhere better to lead the monster, anything they could use to more easily light it up, when a stray round of gunfire spooked the beast.

As the creature charged, Manuel took a few instinctive steps back. Whatever rounds the woman had in her gun worked better than standard bullets, but it wasn’t quite enough. A pang of guilt hit Manny’s chest as the creature sent her flying; as if there was much he could have done in the first place. He knew he didn’t have much time, and he needed to get the wendigo’s attention off of the woman, or else there was a good chance she’d wind up pretty badly hurt.

Of course, some idiot yelling was a good way to change the beast’s attention, too. Manny wondered briefly if the man had a plan, and it quickly became apparent that no, he didn’t have a plan, or even anything resembling one. It was tempting to let the guy lay in the bed he’d made, but Manny found himself looking down the street, mentally grasping for something he could do. The woman running up the street looked like she had it more under control, so he turned back to the woman who’d been knocked to the ground.

“You alright, miss?” Clearly, the woman had seen better days, but she didn’t appear to be badly hurt. Still, Manny felt bad that she'd taken the hit at all.

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Addie found herself lying in the dirt for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath. Judging by the commotion, it sounded like someone else was dealing with the wendigo, so she figured that her best bet was to not do anything stupid for now. She managed to sit up, wincing a little as she did so. But she was pretty sure nothing was broken anyway, and her head was clear, so that was really all she could ask for. A voice from beside her made her turn. It was the man from earlier, and she managed a smile.

“Nothin’ a stiff drink won’t fix,” she said, getting to her feet as if to prove a point. “Name’s Adelaide, but most folks round here call me Addie,” she said, holding out a hand. “Them buggers are tricky enough to deal with, I reckon we got lucky,” she remarked, glancing back down the street just in time to see Darcy and an unfamiliar man heading back towards her. Even from a distance, she could see the man’s eyes were too pale for him to be human, and the wounds on his side looked far too nasty for any human to survive, let alone be up and walking around after. But when Darcy reached them, her first priority was to check on Addie.

“I’m fine, really. Gonna hurts like hell in the mornin’ but nothing serious,” she said, shaking her head. “Looks like your friend there’s got bigger problems.” Darcy seemed to be in agreement as she turned her attention to him, and Addie turned back to Manny. “I better check what damage was done to my tavern. Could probably use an extra pair of hands,” she remarked. He looked strong, or at least, stronger than her, which was useful in a clean up operation like this.

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Arthur walked with Benji and Simon in content silence, absorbed in this separate realm of existence the three of them had formed. Birds had become the topic of conversation, it seemed, and he was continually taken aback by just how gentle this man seemed in comparison to the widely-circulated opinion that all Revenants were nothing but cold-hearted brutes. His brain worked hard to conjure up the image of Benji standing with his hands cupped together, cooing at a Blue Jay, and unknowingly smiled as it formed inside his mind. Part of him hoped that picture would stick with him for a while. It would make a decent sketch for his journal, he thought.

For just a single moment, Arthur was hit with an abrupt and unwanted feeling of dread… or perhaps it was sadness. A sudden remembrance of his first and only rule: never get attached to people. This man had captured his attention to such an extent that he’d momentarily forgotten himself. It was a rule Arthur had first made for the pair after Harlan’s brilliant idea to travel with his old crew, a mismatch of hunters and outlaws; and one by one they’d either been killed, succumbed to illness, or outright disappeared. People he’d considered family for many years… just gone. He was never quite able to get over the heartbreak each time, but fought like hell to make sure it didn’t turn him into the same cynical asshole his father had become. Still, he had his own walls to maintain, and for good reason.

It wasn’t long before Arthur was being led in the direction of a young blonde-haired woman, a stunning beauty in her own right, and someone that Benji seemed to know quite well. This must have been the sister he’d heard about earlier, during the brief conversation with those men he didn’t recognise, but that Benji also seemed to know. Arthur hadn’t said a word then, nor after the fact, and he only continued to maintain his silence. His eyes glanced between the two siblings as they exchanged concern for one another’s wellbeing. Simon had also been introduced by Benji, who had seemingly now taken responsibility for the boy, much to Arthur’s relief. Even keeping his rule in mind, he wasn’t one to abandon a child, especially after the life he’d led to that point. It was just nice to know that Simon had people who could protect him, and give him a better life than he'd find in the orphanage.

Arthur’s mind wandered to the whereabouts of his own father, and scanned the rooftops in search of him. Strangely, he was nowhere to be seen, but Arthur merely figured that he was making his way down. When the woman’s voice called attention to him, he felt compelled to extend his free hand towards her; a polite gesture that he accompanied with a well-meaning smile. “I’m Arthur,” he answered. “A pleasure to meet you, miss, in spite of the circumstances.”

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As far as Harlan could see, that was the last of the wendigos taken care of. He surveyed the street below for a couple moments more, just to be on the safe side, then slung his rifle over his shoulder and made his way down to street level. He pushed through the doors of the saloon, taking note of each of the small pairs and groups that had begun congregating in the aftermath of the attack. “Where’d that damn kid get off to?” he grumbled under his breath, eyes actively searching for the familiar face of his son.

When he eventually spotted Arthur, Harlan's instinctive response was a sudden eruption of laughter. A deep, throaty guffaw that felt entirely unwelcome among the frightened — and frankly exhausted — civilians of Blackwater. Their collective sharp-as-daggers stares and muttered accusations of insanity did little to quiet his display of amusement. “I left you alone for two seconds, and you've already gone an' found yerself a nice little family, I see,” he hollered, walking towards the group at a somewhat leisurely pace. He was wearing a grin at this point, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Ya'know, I should'a known there was some gay in ya, son. Is this why you ain't taken a woman yet?”

Arthur stood in stunned silence for a moment, then his expression twisted into one of barely-contained annoyance. He released his hold on Simon's hand and closed the distance between himself and his father, placing a hand on his chest to keep him a fair distance from Benji. The movement of his arm sent a jolt of pain through to his shoulder and he furrowed his brows, stifling a grunt, but tried not to pay it too much more attention. "Not in front of the kid, please," he begged, casting a momentary glance behind himself.

Harlan held his hands up in a show of surrender, but had noted the stiffness of Arthur's arm and felt a pang of concern. "You're hurt?" he asked, the volume of his voice dropped to a near whisper. He placed his hand rather gingerly on Arthur’s shoulder, fingers giving it a gentle squeeze to gauge how much pain it was causing him. The lad winced a little but didn’t kick up much of a fuss. “It’s just a nasty bruise, that’s all,” he explained, placing a hand over his father’s and patting it once. It didn’t do much to alleviate Harlan’s overall concern, however, as his focus shifted to Arthur’s clothing which had become soiled with mud and muck. Credit where it was due, the boy was holding it together well enough, but he wondered how long that act would hold up if he couldn’t get cleaned up any time soon. “A warm bath then,” Harlan announced, “and it’ll be right as rain by the mornin’, I bet.” It seemed to merit a somewhat hesitant nod of agreement from his son.

With that more or less dealt with for the time being, Harlan wanted nothing more than to get off the street. Call it pure intuition or just enough experience dealing with angry crowds to spot one forming ahead of time, but something was telling him that he didn’t wanna be caught up in whatever was about to happen. “You should get outta here while you can,” he began again, this time turning his full attention to the blonde from earlier. He had absolutely no intention of making a formal introduction, but felt obligated to warn her anyhow. "This many hunters in one place is bound to cause a commotion, we ain't welcome."

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Even if the wound wasn’t affecting him anywhere near as much as it would have affected a normal human, David hadn’t fully realised how bad he did feel until he sat down and felt a little better. Darcy didn’t seem to have much in the way of medical supplies, but she yelled out an order for someone to go get supplies for her.

Getting his shirt off was easier said than done, even if it was basically torn to shreds already. Stretching his torso even slightly hurt like hell, but he managed to pull it off. As he did so and tossed the ruined clothes to one side, breathing heavily with the pain, a woman called out to them and made her way over. He raised his eyebrows as he caught a glimpse of her eyes. By the looks of things, there were more Revenants than usual in town. Probably part of the reason they’d fared so well in the attack, really. He returned as the woman introduced herself as Red.

“David Arthurs,” he said briefly in return. “And it’s just a scratch, really,” he said drily, glancing down at his side. He wasn’t sure if it just looked worse than it was or if it was really just that bad, but he knew that he’d gotten lucky. A few more seconds and the damage could have been bad enough that even he wouldn’t have survived it.

Red apparently had a wound of her own that Darcy deemed bad enough to check over, but before she could do so, three newcomers arrived, two men and a kid, holding their hands. David quickly retrieved his shirt and pressed it to the wound so the kid couldn’t see it, even if his attention seemed to be focused on the two men he was with. David took a minute to assess them. One was tall, dark, and handsome, and almost impossibly neat, even despite the dirt that was on his clothes. David liked a guy that put in at least a little bit of an effort.

Something about the other man took him aback, and it took him a minute to pinpoint that was a contrast. David wouldn’t have even had him pegged as a hunter- so the fact he had distinctive grey eyes threw David. He hadn’t met any other revenants, but they all seemed to have a distinctive look.

Judging by Darcy’s behaviour, she knew the Revenant, and glancing between them, he could see the family resemblance. He introduced the kid as Simon and declared he would be staying with them, and David was surprised when Darcy just seemed to roll with that. The other man introduced himself as Arthur.

And then another older man arrived. His initial comment made David tense up for a moment as he warily watched them for a moment or two, but Arthur’s response made him relax a little. The man seemed to be a relative of Arthur’s, and the sudden influx of concerned family members was beginning to make David feel like he was intruding. Taking another glance at the wounds, he figured that he could probably sort himself out just fine. He’d only stocked up on medical supplies a week or two ago.

“Hey so, uh, you all seem busy, I’ll leave you to it-” he started, only to stand up a little quickly and pull on the wounds. He gasped in pain, gripping the back of the bench for a second or two until the worst of it passed, having to bite back vulgarities. “I’m fine, really,” he said as soon as he could speak again, not quite sure if he was trying to convince himself or the others.

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Scarlet accepted the woman’s handshake, returning a rather oddly strong and firm handshake, far more so than one would expect coming from someone of her stature. Darcy Lewis, committing the name to memory, if she’d need it for future reference. “Pleasure to meet you, Darcy Lewis.” Scarlet said with the faintest of smiles before it quickly faded as she looked around at all the people in the streets. Many of they were slowly being tended to for their wounds, or were helping tend to other people’s wounds as there was only so much one doctor could do for this many people. Thankfully, the number of people that had been injured had been minimized, but there were still too many people than she would have liked with wounds, even if they were minor.

It didn’t matter how many people she had seen be killed or wounded over the years, the small pit that always formed in her stomach never ceased to make itself known. No matter how much death, decay, and rot she witnessed, it never made it any easier to see. Only trying to put on a brave face and accept the harsh reality of the world they lived in helped her press on, as well as what she had seen in all of her years, some of the worst humanity had to offer managed to always make her stay in her head. Snapping her head to the side as the man that she had seen Darcy scanning over earlier introduced himself as David Arthurs. “Good to meet you as well, David. Good to know there were...more capable people in town today.” she said with a small nod. Seeing how he was too another revenant had caused both a small bit of concern as well as relief to form in her gut. Just how many others were in this town? But if it hadn’t been for however many were here, things may have ended all too differently.

Scarlet looked back at the woman as she asked if Scarlet was okay. She hadn’t really put much of her thought into her own wound, as she was used to getting hurt, as well as learning to just ignore the pain and let it just heal itself over time, revenants did heal faster than the normal person, but this wound would take at least a week or two to fully heal over seeing how much the damned wendigo had taken out of her shoulder. “I’m alright, I’ve been through much worse.” a small chuckle barely had enough time to escape her lips before Darcy had already gotten to work at moving some things away from the bench and was already patting the place for the revenant to sit so she could look over the wound properly. Scarlet found herself rolling her eyes as she tried to insist she was in fact fine and that there were others that needed help more than her, “Really, I’m fine-” she started, but seeing the look on Darcy’s face made it clear that the woman wasn’t messing around and in fact was giving her, a revenant, orders. Scarlet didn’t know if the woman was just brave, careless, or ballsy, but the fact she was ordering a revenant around impressed and even somewhat intimidated Scarlet. Not many people would try to order around a revenant, nevermind talk to one or even really show any concern for one like this. Something must have had an affect on Darcy for her to care about a revenant more than anyone else that truly needed the help.

Scarlet sighed in defeat and walked over to where the woman ordered her to sit and sat down, giving the man who was named David a look over, seeing the wound by his side. Luckily it wouldn’t kill him and he’d heal rather quickly, if not at least be sore for a few days. “Keep it on ice and you’ll be fine soon enough…” Scarlet said with a small nod to David, before looking back up to see three more people walk over to their direction. At least one of them seemed to know Darcy by their interactions, which Red found interesting. But looking the man over for more than a moment revealed all she needed to know. He too was a revenant, and she could see a resemblance between Darcy and the younger man. He must have been her brother, and the fact that he was a revenant explained why she was so oddly calm she ordered Scarlet to sit so she could look over the wound. Her brother was one as well. That couldn’t have been easy.

Scarlet remained silent as she observed the interactions going on between the slowly forming group, biting the inside of her lip as she was slowly becoming nervous in a group of people that seemed to only be growing more in size as a man walked over to them. Her brows furrowed at the older man as he made a comment aimed towards whoever the other man was with the revenant and child. Who was at least human. The comment sent a small burst of anger through her veins, slowly getting back to her feet as she was prepared to walk over to the man for the words, which seemed to roll off the younger man’s shoulders in a form of retort. Seeing how it was clearly an ill attempt at a joke, Scarlet sat back down, keeping her eyes trailed on the man as she gripped her shoulder, more blood was beginning to ooze out from the wound, coating her hand in fresh blood as she seemed to reopen the wound already by attempting to get up like she had. Looking back at David, she arched an eyebrow as she watched him catch himself as he seemed to try to get up but was a failed attempt by the looks of it. “Just...Just give it a bit, David. Last thing you want to do is overdue it and make it worse, so just relax.” the woman insisted. Looking back up at Darcy, “Maybe I should take this lady’s word and let her look it over, just in case.” a small exhale escaped her lips, before she slowly removed her shirt, exposing the bloodied bandages underneath as well as a chest wrapping as she wasn’t entirely shy of having to let others look over her wounds. She had been through this process far too many times in the past. “Fair warning, it’s...It’s not pretty. One of those bastards took a pretty good bite out of my shoulder, just managing to avoid any major arteries. I know that much…” Scarlet sighed in resignation as she clasped her hands in front of her.

Turning her head to look to the side as she heard a vaguely familiar voice speak up, seeing it was the girl in the shop from earlier. The one she had crashed into earlier, that wasn't a good look on her part, which she still felt bad for. Scarlet smiled as the woman handed back her gun, which she had almost forgotten about until she reached towards her holster to see it was infact, lacking the presence of a gun. "Thank you, I almost forgot about that. Much appreciated." she said with a kind smile as Scarlet reached out for the gun, accidentally overlapping the girl's hand with her own. Quickly taking the gun back and placing it back by her side, Scarlet looked back up at the girl, with her mind thinking for a moment before digging in her jacket's pocket. Retrieving a few bills, she handed them over to the woman, "Consider it a way of saying sorry for the window. It should cover most of the cost for the damages and should be able to pay for repairs. I really am sorry for...Crashing through the store window." Scarlet said with a small chuckle, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. She never was one for first impressions, and that most certainly wasn't a way to make a good one.

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“Darcy Lewis.” The hunter answered, catching this Arthur’s hand for a firm but comfortable shake. Polite and sturdy were Darcy’s first impressions, and she gave an answering smile of her own as they exchanged pleasantries. “Likewise. I assume you’re who I have to thank for keeping this one out of trouble?” Her tone was light, but the gratitude was genuine as her green eyes shifted back to her brother, who indeed appeared to be unharmed, almost miraculously so given what they’d faced in the streets.

“Arthur’s rescue was very timely.” Benji added helpfully with a smile, before turning his curious gaze to the two individuals his sister had cowed into sitting on the bench. A quick glance at their eyes told him they were both Revenants. That was interesting. Benji hadn’t had many dealings with others like himself, and now there were suddenly two sitting right there, injured and properly corralled by his sister. The sight was almost comical.

The arrival of the next man however was less so, despite his attempt at humor. Benji had tensed at first, unsure of this stranger’s intent, but his shoulder relaxed at Arthur’s apparent familiarity with the older hunter. The gentle touches and assessing eyes were easy to overlook, but Benji had been on the receiving end from Darcy enough times to recognize a gruff intimacy shared between family. They weren’t being threatened.

“Did I tell you to move?” Darcy snapped, as both the geniuses on her bench decided clamoring to their feet while bleeding out from nasty wendigo wounds was just a swell idea. Tough as nails or not, they weren't going anywhere until they'd gotten at least some basic care. She already had a clean rag dampened with the strongest proof liquor Dale could find behind Addie’s counter. Red seemed to think David’s wound would heal up fine on it’s own, which was true enough, Darcy was familiar with Revenents, and knew how fast they healed comparatively. A glance at the wound with his shirt off made Darcy think it wasn’t deep enough to require stitches, which was a good sign, but there’s was no reason to take needless risks by not a least cleaning and wrapping it up.

“This is gonna sting.” Darcy warned, bringing the dry side of the cloth down to wipe away the blood first, then the damp side to cleanse it as best she could. It already looked a little better than it had a bit ago, though she doubted David was going to feel good anytime soon. Once that was done, Darcy turned to Benji, pointing at the linens. “Think you can wrap his wound up while I take a look at Red?” Benji nodded solemnly, picking up the clean bandages and moving over to David.

“Let me know if it’s too tight.” Benji said kindly as he began wrapping bandages carefully around the wounded man’s torso. “I’m Benji by the way. Good to meet you.”

Darcy hadn’t made it much past wincing while Red undid her bandages before the man who’d bustled in a moment ago addressed her with a careful warning. She recognized him as the sniper on the roof from earlier who'd helped her kill the first wendigo in the street, and she stood by her original assessment that he was clearly an experienced hunter, if lacking in a general sense of tact based on his entrance. This close up, a quick glance told her he was a bit older, but also framed with obvious muscle, observant dark eyes, and a pair of smugly quirked cupid bow lips full enough to --Nope, full stop. That line of thinking was definitely not helpful, and Darcy blamed the day’s insane influx of adrenaline for indulging it as far as she had.

“Right...gratitude has never been a Blackwater specialty.” Darcy agreed dryly with the sound advice, tearing her eyes away to scan the growing crowd. The sooner they could move inside the better, but there was no way she and Benji were going to be able to leave town until at earliest tomorrow. Given the pensive faces glancing back their way from the crowd, Darcy found that reality regrettable, but one familiar face helped ease her rising tension. As Gus steered the wagon up the street their way, Darcy rummaged out a few coins and turned to Simon.

“Hey kiddo, I’ve got a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” Darcy asked carefully. When Simon nodded, with serious brown eyes older than a kid his age should have, she placed the coins in his hand and jerked a thumb back toward Addie’s saloon. “I need you to head inside and find Miss Addie. You give her those, and tell her Darcy needs a room. Once that’s done I need you to scout it out and make sure everything’s in good shape okay. Can you help me out with that?” He nodded again, and task given, Simon took the coins before bounding inside the saloon to do as he was asked.

Gus parked the wagon with its grizzly cargo just a little ways off, before climbing down with his surgery bag and moving toward them. “Oh good ya are alive. Nice ta know the Lewis clan is too stubborn to die as usual, no matter how half cocked the lot of ya like runnin’ into danger the first chance ya get!” Gus wasted no time laying in as he glanced at Red’s shoulder and started digging through his bag. “Flying in with no backup, no cover, against two fuckin’ wendigos...I outta tear ya a new one.” Gus groused in a way only a curmudgeonly grandfather can really pull off. “And I would, but ya got trouble heading yer way. Nash was lookin’ for ya, which means Reyens is. I shook ‘im for a head start, but he ain’t too far behind.” He said looking sour.

The name Reynes made Darcy grimace. “The hell does he want?” She bit out harsher than she’d meant to, but she’d been free of that man for years, and she sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with him now.

“My guess, it’s about the kid that brother of yours picked up. Boy’s mama was one of his girls.” Gus warned softly, pulling out a needle, thread, and some honest to god rubbing alcohol from his bag as he turned to address Red’s shoulder as best he could.

“Fuck…” Darcy swore under her breath, suddenly very glad she’d sent Simon to relative safety inside the saloon. Gus didn’t have to say the obvious, no one worked as a girl down at the Red Pony unless they owed Malachi Reynes more money than they knew how to pay back, and he wasn’t the type to let debts die with the parent. She should know.

“Well, isn’t this quite the intimate little gathering.” A voice called out of the crowd as a dark, impeccably dressed figure sauntered up their way. “I had hoped to discuss a matter of business with you Miss Lewis, but I fear the surprise may have been ruined somewhat.” He drawled, ringed fingers fiddling idly with the jeweled crow head of his cane.

“Condolences appear to be in order for the passing of Miss Tessa Grey, my deepest sympathies of course. There is however, the matter of her debt, which I fear still needs resolved.” Darcy strode out to meet him before he fully made it to the group, trying to create as much of a barrier between their injured party, and the predator in their midst, that she could.

“Her body’s not even cold yet, and you’re shaking her kid down for money?” Darcy spit back, unable to hide the disgust she felt from her eyes. Her look managed to be more diplomatic than Benji’s though. No one could see the look in his silver eyes as he gazed at Reynes as anything less than loathing.

“I’m afraid the interest rate on her initial loan does not favor such niceties, as the total has already reached a not inconsequential Seventy Five dollars. I’m sure the boy and I can come to an arrangement though on how to most...expediently pay off such a large sum.” Darcy swallowed bile at that thinly veiled suggestion, managing to keep her lip from curling in an outright snear.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Darcy stated firmly, standing as a physical barrier between Reynes and the rest of the group as much as possible. She knew how he played this game, and leverage was always key. “I imagine reclaiming whatever you convinced that poor woman to buy from you in the first place-”

“A sewing machine.” Reynes supplied helpfully in a jovial tone that belied the fact this was just a game for him, an amusing opportunity to pass the time in the presence of those who could not afford to escape it. It made a temper flare in Darcy all over again, but she knew better than to fall into that trap.

“Will be the quickest way to do that. Take it, and anything else valuable in their house, and fuck off.” Darcy finished dryly. “Odds are, you’ll come out on top with that, and if not, I’ll cover the difference.”

“That’s an interesting...first offer.” Reynes grinned, trying to lean into her space. It was a common power play she’d seen the man use a hundred times, but Darcy wasn’t fifteen anymore, and knew better than to shrink away, even if his close proximity made her skin crawl.

“Only offer.” Darcy growled back quietly. “Take the deal, and leave him the hell alone, or I swear, I will kick up such a holy goddamn fuss in town about what we both know goes on in that backroom, that even your buddy Jamison won’t shield you from the storm if you even look in Simon’s direction wrong” Threats were a gambit, but Darcy was betting the potential trouble would outweigh any benefit for dragging this game out much longer.


“And you know what happens if you choose that route. Hardly a sunset ending my dear.” He replied softly, his dangerous tone. Malachi Reynes never yelled before he killed people.

“You’re not getting him either way. Take it or leave it.” Darcy repeated firmly, trying to appear more confident in her bluff than she felt.

Silence hung heavily for a few moments, until: “Well then, it appears we have a solution. That’s what I always liked about you my dear, you always had a talent for figuring out how to pay off other peoples’ debts.” Reynes replied with a cutting smile. “You may find yourself in the coming days, in need of a powerful friend Miss Lewis, a...benefactor if you will. I look back on our past association quite fondly, and would not be adverse to renewing it once again. Same terms.”


“I’ll pass, thanks.” Darcy offered a caustic grin of her own, before turning on her heel and back to Gus, refusing to look back to see if Reyes was still lingering about.


“There, it’s handled. How’s the shoulder?” Darcy shifted back to the more immediate problem at hand. It still looked painful and angry to Darcy’s eye, with no amount of stitching able to hide the chuck just missing, but she could see where Gus had cleaned and stitched what he could, as he began rewrapping Red’s shoulder.

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David just raised an eyebrow as Red told him to just give it a minute and not let it get any worse, but smirked as she said she should probably let Darcy look over hers as well. It came across like she was trying to set a good example or something for him, which was, frankly, amusing to say the least. But he did as he was told and sat back down as Darcy snapped at him to do so.

The woman from the general store- Temperance, wasn’t it?- approached them and handed Red back her gun, telling them that if they needed anything from the store, it was theirs. David nodded. “Thank you very much, ma’am. Think I’ve got everything I need for now but it’s appreciated.”

He nodded at Darcy’s warning that it was going to sting, but it still didn’t fully prepare him. He clenched his jaw and bit back an exclamation as the alcohol hit the wounds, telling himself that the sting would likely be worth it. Even if he did heal much much quicker these days, he’d seen the damage infected wounds could do.

She moved on to checking out the other Revenant, and the man David had guessed was her brother took her place to wrap them. David nodded as the man told him to let him know if they were too tight and introduced himself as Benji. “David,” he said by way of introduction. “Thanks,” he added. The bandages were tight but not uncomfortably so, probably better wrapped than if he’d done it himself. “You’ve got a knack for this, you know that?”

At the mention of Malachi Reynes, David could feel himself involuntarily tensing up. Reynes has been hanging around the ranch the day after his mother died, talking about how David was probably gonna need a bit of help with things and how money had to be tight. He’d made plenty of inferences about how a “handsome boy like him” could earn his keep. But his mother had warned him never to accept a penny from that man. He’d been offering them help ever since her husband had died and she’d told him where to shove it on a number of occasions. And so David gave exactly the same response when Reynes made his offer to him, embellishing it with a few choice words that made his feelings clear and probably would have made his mother gasp.

And it appeared there was no love lost between anyone else in the group and Reynes. If Darcy’s tone didn’t give it away, the look of pure hatred that Benji shot the man would have done. Reynes’ sickening tone and the implication of what he had in mind practically turned David’s stomach. But Darcy knew how to handle him, and she didn’t seem intimidated by him in the slightest. He’d clearly met his match in her. As Reynes turned to leave, he caught David’s eye and raised an eyebrow, wearing the shadow of a smirk. David just glowered at him as he walked away.

“Well, sure is good to see someone who’s not afraid to stand up to that bastard,” David remarked. “If y’all want somewhere to lay low, though, I got a few spare rooms. As he said,” he said, nodding at the older man that he was guessing was a relative of Arthur’s, “Folks around these parts ain’t exactly hospitable at the best times, especially if you’ve got Malachi Reynes on your bad side.”

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  1. And there they go; gone but not forgotten. Thanks again, guys, for being so wonderful. I really loved writing with and getting to know you all. <3

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Temperance smiled at the woman (revenant?) who’d crashed through the window, and for a moment considered insisting she keep the money. In the end, Tempe took the money with a smile. Maybe her mother wouldn’t blow a gasket about a broken window if they had a bit of money to help pay for it’s replacement. “Thank you,” She said, her voice laced with sincerity, “For this and, you know, the monsters.” Temperance knew that she was probably lucky to be alive. Had there not been people in town able to fight off the threat, casualties very likely would have been much worse than what she could already see. Almost absently, she wondered if any creatures had been out past this part of town. A bit of worry grew in her stomach as she thought of her parents; their home was just outside the main part of town.

Then the man who’d been in the store right before the attack (he looked familiar enough) thanked her for offering up supplies. She shrugged, “Well, y’all saved the town. Feels like the least I can do.”

When Malachi Reynes was mentioned, Temperance took that as her cue to leave. She didn’t know Reynes personally, but everyone in town knew who he was, and most parents spent at least a little time warning their children to give the man a wide breadth. “I’ve, uh, got some cleanin’ to do. Thank you, again.” With a nod, and one last smile, she excused herself.

The walk back to the store wasn’t a long one, and once she got there, she realized that she just wanted to be home more than anything. Quickly, she gathered up her things, collected the cash from the drawer, and headed back out the door. She’d offered the hunters anything they needed from the store, so she decided not to lock up (honestly, with a broken window it would be easy enough for anyone to get in the shop anyway). She briefly wondered if she should stop in to check on her sisters on her way back home, and decided that it was for the best. That way she could tell her parents how they were when she arrived home.

Hannah and the children were fine- she said she’d thought she’d be happy to have them home sick with pox. Temperance didn’t go inside to see them, she had to get home. Grace didn’t come to the door, which was worrying, but Temperance hoped that they were safe, too. Hopefully they’d been able to shelter somewhere, if they were out.

When she got home, Temperance was so relieved to see that everything looked exactly the same as it always had. The creatures hadn’t gotten that far. She could only hope that she never had to see another one of them again. She ran inside, hugged her mother, and finally let all the fear she’d felt flow freely from her body in the form of tears. She told her parents everything as she cried, and then she went to clean herself up a bit, before she and her mother went to start doing what they could about the store.





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Clearly, Addie was a tough woman. Normally, Manny would have offered to help her up, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting to her feet on her own. He shook her hand when she offered it, and returned her own introduction with a brief, but not impolite introduction of his own. “Manny.” He’d found that most people he’d encountered since leaving Texas had preferred to use his nickname, so over time that had just become his default.

He glanced around the town during Addie’s short exchange with the other woman; a lot of damage had been done. He’d only just arrived, but he felt a strong urge to get out of the situation ahead of him. People had the nasty habit of blaming the wrong people when bad things happened. He didn’t think he wanted to stick around and face that blame. When Addie mentioned that she could use some help cleaning up her tavern, there was a very real part of Manuel that wanted to agree. She was beautiful, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice. “I’d love to help,” This was where an apologetic smile crossed his face, “But I think it may be best if I get moving along. Outsiders are easy to blame when things go wrong.” He knew that from experience. “Best of luck to you. Hope the damages don’t put you under.” That wasn’t, perhaps, the most helpful thing to say, but it was true.

Before he knew it, he was back with Miel. They could stop at the next town; heaven knows they could survive a little while longer on the road. They’d both been through hell, and they’d likely go through hell again. But not today. Manny was going to avoid any more trouble if he could.

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"Trust is just a weakness, a weakness for people to exploit."

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for now I will stay alive

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"Everything I do, everything I am... it's for her."

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Addie Meadowsweet

courage is the small voice at the end of the day saying ???i will try again tomorrow.???

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"Where the hell do we go from here?"

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"A year of lows spent so high, feeling like I could die."

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"You should probably be nicer to the pigeons. They hold grudges."

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courage is the small voice at the end of the day saying ???i will try again tomorrow.???

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