/AN this is only roughly edited, so please point out mistakes!/
Chapter Two
The Truth
A groan made me jerk my head up , taking in all the people around me. I realized that the person whom groaned was Jason. A strangled cry left my throat and I lurched forward, the constricting arms around me stopping me once again. He was alive!
“Sire?” one man asked, taking a hesitant step towards Jason.
“Leave him.” The man holding me growled, his chest rumbling against my back. That is when I realized that the man holding me back was McCartney. Anger built up inside me, but I shoved it aside. How will I get out of this? Finally I discarded my pride and I started to beg.
“Please, let me go to him, I’ll do anything.” I needed to know how badly he was hurt, I needed to know if he was going to make it…The man whom was holding the gun to Jason’s head smirked, rocking back on his heels. “Anything?” he questioned, making Jesse laugh from his position over by Joseph.
“No— Yes.” I finished, my gaze dropping. What they didn’t know though was that there was no way in hell that I was doing ‘that’.
“Well that’s right dandy.” The same man chuckled low. The rest of the men nodded their heads in unison, grins cracking their features. How do I get out of this? A quick glance around told me that there were fifteen men. My eyes flickered around taking in their positions. The one talking was standing over Jason; McCartney behind me, Jesse standing not far off next to the silent Joseph. Then there were four men standing by a stand of trees with watchful expression visible on their faces. Then there were random men scattered around standing watchful, or laughing at me. This was not looking up for me or us… Us!
I whipped around, my eyes blazing. What if they killed them? I know that there ruthless, but how ruthless? “Where are Fleur and Red?” I accused, glaring into the eyes of McCartney.
“Whom?” an eyebrow raised on his tanned face, and I realized what was going down just as it happened. A loud shot rang out making every man jump and turn.
“Drop your guns!” a loud voice rang out. I turned slowly, and was greeted by the sight of Fleur standing next to a posse of men— armed men. What did he get us into? The sound of a rifle hitting the ground from behind told me that McCartney dropped his gun. Throughout the turmoil we forgot that the posse was coming…
“Good man!” the sheriff standing next to Fleur praised sadistically. My mouth twisted up in a half smirk of dry amusement.
“What ‘bout the girl, sheriff?” a young man asked as he reined his horse in beside the sheriff. I stared for a minute at all the men. My guess would have been that there were around fifty men, but it was rather hard to tell seeing as almost all of them were mounted making it a twitching, gyrating mass of horseflesh. From the looks of it, the sheriff deputized as many men as he could, without checking to see if they could handle their steeds which I assume they borrowed from the livery… all this I took in a matter of seconds.
“Treat her no different than them.” Not one of the deputies moved, and I smiled slowly. A laugh came from behind me and I knew that McCartney was finding amusement in this as well.
“Well it looks like we’re a little too scary for your deputies.” Jesse drawled in mockingly as the deputies still didn’t move. The panicked look on the sheriff’s face was very entertaining for all of us. With horror and embarrassment he twisted around and started shouting at his deputies. Out of the corner of my eyes I caught sight of Red amidst the crowd of horses. Oh thank God, they didn’t hurt him… then I saw the gun in his hand. I tilted my head as I studied his movements. He acted like he was going to— Just I figured out what he was doing, Red shot a man out of his saddle. The man fell fro his steed, the sound of his body hitting the ground quieting the sheriffs loud yelling. A uproar started, everyone looking for the killer of there fellow. I knew what he was doing… I turned around and started to run where the men were holding the horses, looking dumbstruck. I threw myself on the horse only to remember that Jason was still lying on the ground, unconscious or very possibly dead.
“Jason…” I muttered, throwing the reins at Jesse— maybe not the best choice but he was the closest— and sprinted over to Jason. “Jason!” I growled, shooting a quick glance over at the turmoil and yelling people. I slapped his face as hard as I could, and his eyes fluttered. I didn’t hesitate. I slapped his again right before I kissed him. He better wake up! I pulled away quickly, and his eyes were wide open.
“Your awake!” I sighed. A crooked grin crept onto his face,
“I knew you always did secretly want me!” he murmured slowly. I smiled happy that he was awake before I slapped him again for his impertinence. A shocked look replaced his grin and I chuckled before I tried to lift him. I say try because he weighed close to two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle.
“Your gonna need to help me here bud,” I grunted as I kept trying to lift him. Jason moaned in pain as he hoisted himself up giving me the leverage I needed to lift him to his feet. We limped as fast as we could to where Jesse was still waiting by the horses.
“I thought you left!” I exclaimed, absolutely surprised that he was still there. A crooked grin entered his face.
“It was your friends whom bailed us out of that mess.” I nodded in acceptance, and Jesse nodded his head as well. A man I didn’t know walked over to us and he helped me hoist Jesse onto the horse. As soon as Jason was situated, I threw myself up on behind him and gave my horse a good hard kick. The horse flew away from the chaos behind us. We hadn’t been in any real rush, because let’s be honest, were they going to stop us? Didn’t think so.
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The time we ran was indeterminable; the only thing on my mind was the desire to get away from the posse. When I was finally aware of my mounts wheezing, i pulled back on the reins gently, slowing my horse until I came to a full stop. I took the time to glance around me at the hot desert landscape, and as I did, I came to realize that I was alone. The rest of the riders were a slight dust cloud in the distance. As I felt a slight pain in my thigh, I slid off of my horse, patting its sweaty neck gently in gratitude for the service it had given me and Jason.
“Poor boy..” I murmured as I reached for the water slung across the saddle horn. Jason would live, he was made of iron. This horse however, was a whole different story. I poured some water into my hands and lifted them for the horse, the water dripping through my fingers slightly. “There there baby,” I cooed as the horse drank more and more water. After a short time I heard the riders catching up to me, their mounts breathing heavily. I waited patiently, just petting the horse until I heard Jesse speak.
“Why did you wait for us?” Jesse demanded, spinning me around to face him violently. I gave him a look, the look that said your retarded.
“Because my gang is still with you guys…” a blush crept onto Jesse’s face as he whipped away and walked over to where McCartney was dismounting his horse.
“What do we do with the whor—“
“Watch your language!” McCartney cut in, his tone instantly telling Jesse to shut up. Jesse did as he was told, and I couldn’t help a smirk, maybe he finally was getting what his stick-stuck-up-my-butt attitude needed.
“Okay, what do we do with the girl then? And her gang?”
“Don’t you mean my gang?” Joseph interrupted, sliding off a horse behind an unknown man. Jesse shot him a scowl, and Joseph, uncharicticly, shut up as well. I cocked one of my hips to the side, my head cocked as well.
“Well aren’t we just a happy go lucky group?” I said ironically, my gaze taking in the disgruntled men within a second. Jesse shot me a glare as he snatched another random mans water from his saddle. The man was silent as he watched Jesse drink possibly all of his water, and I had enough. With long strides, I found myself standing next to Jesse, my anger clouding the air.
“Who, the hell do you think you are?” I demanded, snatching the water from his hands, and tossing it at the man Jesse stole it from.
Jesse slowly turned to me, and when I could finally see his eyes, they were solid pieces of green ice. That was not promising.
“I am your captor,” he hissed, stepping right up against me, trying to intimidate me I suppose. Well, it wasn’t working.
“I think you mean McCartney is my captor, and, in case you forgot, we were the one who saved your rears back there.” I said, daring him to defy me. It happened so fast that I didn’t know what he was doing, until he did it. Jesse’s hand whipped towards me and I blocked, grabbed it and threw him over my shoulder using his own body weight against him. That fast, Jesse was lying on the ground, most likely seeing stars. I smirked, “Don’t mess with me Jesse, you only ever lose.” I stepped away, and walked over to Joseph, who was staring in shock. Yes honey, I know how to kick butt. I lifted a finger and tapped his hanging jaw teasingly, and he snapped it closed.
“What the hell was that?” Jesse screamed, and I grinned, but didn’t turn around.
“That would be my daughter.” A voice that I instantly knew to be MCarteny’s stated. I spun around,
“I am not your daughter?”I screeched.
“Yes, you are.”
/AN is McCarteny LYING? we shall see XD And becaseu this is a new story, can i be goofy and ask for 10votes? O.O then ill upload next chappie XD Thx!/