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David Arthurs

for now I will stay alive

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, as played by partially-stars

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for now I will stay alive.

leave the city - house on a hill - leave it alone



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F U L LXN A M E
David William Arthurs

N I C K N A M E (S)
Dave (dislikes)

B I R T H D A Y
April 27

A G E
25

R O L E
Revenant

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual.

E T H N I C I T Y
Unknown

H O M E T O W N
BlackWater.

H E X
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S T Y L E
David is a very simple dresser. He sticks to dark colours and tough fabrics, minimising the amount of time he has to spend patching them up if and when they get torn in a fight. His clothes are always exceptionally well maintained, never seemed to be torn for too long or ever dirty. His hair is always kept short, if a little ragged from time to time when he cuts it himself. He wears rings and toys with them when he gets bored or anxious.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6’1”, 160lb

A P P E A R A N C E
David has the type of face you’re not likely to forget in a hurry. His piercing dark eyes, the distinctive silver of a revenant, sometimes seem like they can see into a person’s soul, into the secrets they hold deep within. There’s a certain edge to something about his appearance. Maybe it’s the strong jaw and cheekbones, or the combination of dark eyes and dark hair that’s almost black. Maybe it’s the way he’s stronger than he looks at first, the muscles that sit just beneath his skin, his posture that makes him look almost like an animal on their guard.



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L I K E S
There are few things David likes more than the peace of early mornings, when it’s still cool and before the rest of the world is awake. He loves fresh fruit. He enjoys flirting and being flirting with, even if nothing comes of it. He likes quiet evenings around a campfire, especially with people who don't feel the need to fill every spare second with noise.

D I S L I K E S
He dislikes most forms of alcohol, disliking how it clouds his mind and removes some elements of control over his own actions. He never properly learned to read or write so hates anything that requires literacy skills as he feels like it highlights his poor upbringing. He doesn't like storms and often falls silent during them, only responding when directly asked a question.


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Before he became a revenant, David was something of a heartbreaker. With a cheeky, charming smile, it seemed he could enchant almost anyone he wanted to. He knew exactly what to say, exactly what to tell someone to get them to give him what he wanted. Sometimes it was a night together, other times, it was a free meal or a discount on goods. He could be a flirtatious charmer to a girl, a serious, a mature adult to her father, and a sweetheart to her mother. Every face he showed was sincere and believable and it almost always worked for him.

And he still acts exactly the same, but now there’s something about him that leaves people a little more... unsure. He’s more dangerous now, not the same ray of sunshine he used to be, and it’s forced him to change all of his tactics. Luckily for him, plenty of people like a bad boy and he can make it work for him. He doesn’t like the way people look at him with fear. He didn’t ask to become this but it’s been trust upon him, and he doesn’t have much of a choice now. He can’t go back, and it is better than being dead.

Some Revenants lose their soul, become something different. Not David. When Davis is on a hunt, he does everything he can to minimize the collateral damage. He has a soft spot for kids and will often risk his own life to make sure they get out of the environment safely. Even if he can seem like a playboy, he does want something serious. But his lifestyle doesn’t lend itself all that much to a relationship, and he highly doubts he could find anyone that would want to stick with someone like him. So this is easier for everyone, he tells himself.


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H I S T O R Y
David’s parents were a real love story. They met at 16 and were married by 17, with David’s older brother being born within a year. David followed two years later, and it seemed they were the perfect, idyllic family. And then when David was 3, their father was killed in a freak accident on their ranch. His mother was forced to step up with the management, leaving her with less time to look after her sons.

But the time they did get was full of love, and it meant that David and his brother helped out as much as they can to help minimize her workload. David was mucking out the horses as soon as he could use a shovel, and he was helping train them the minute he turned twelve. He could fit into any position in the ranch, from a groom to a trainer, and he was valued. His brother moved away to try and earn money for himself and the family, while David stayed and was presumed to be the next to take over.

His mother died when he was 17 from a fast and intense illness, and he was left with more responsibility than he had ever wanted. His father’s brother, a former hunter moved to town to help him out. David was his right hand man and respected in the community. He never wanted to get tied up in the attack. He was in a different town, somewhere unfamiliar, with the intention of selling some horses. The attack decimated the town and David was left for dead. But he didn’t die. When he woke up, he was with a group of people who explained what he had become. For a few months, he travelled with them, acting as a hunter. But it wasn’t what he wanted, and he made his way home, back to the ranch.


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R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Single

A B I L I T I E S
As a Revenant, everything about his physical condition is enhanced a little bit. He's faster, stronger, more durable. He can withstand more damage than a normal human and deal even more. He's got better aim than he ever had before he changed. He was strong when he was human, but he's almost impossibly strong now, able to lift far more than anyone of his height and build should be able to. He can outpace humans easily and run further without even the slightest burn in his lungs.

T A L E N T S
David has spent his entire life working with horses, and it shows in the way he handles them. He's good with most animals. It seems he can always keep a level head, no matter how bad the crisis is. If you need someone to hit a moving target with accuracy, it's a talent David seems to have developed in the few short months he's been a revenant.

S T R E N G T H S
He's almost the perfect soldier. Loyal, dependable, with a willingness and an ability to follow orders under any and all circumstances. His manner is always calm and he knows how to comfort scared people, even in a situation when everything seems to be falling part around them.

W E A K N E S S E S
The only time he will betray orders is if there is a child involved, in which case, he will often put himself and sometimes even others to protect them, and he'll do so without a second thought or an apology. He holds a horrific amount of guilt around the events that resulted in him becoming a revenant, and will refuse to even acknowledge what happened.


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So begins...

David Arthurs's Story

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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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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

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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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Character Portrait: Scarlet Ingles Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet Character Portrait: Arthur Talbot Character Portrait: Harlan Talbot Character Portrait: David Arthurs Character Portrait: Darcy Lewis Character Portrait: Benjamin Lewis Character Portrait: Josephine Wyatt
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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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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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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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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.