Thread: Blood Money (Malicious Lullaby ~ Daddeo)

Like gentlemen, or lions basking in their superiority... The six men sat on top of their horses, rifles slung over a shoulder, pistols being looked over and loaded. There was even one guy tossing an unlit stick of dynamite up in the air only to catch it and toss it again. Vincent was the only one not holding a weapon, of course he was armed, the man always was even in town. Four six shooters one on each side and two crossing on the back of his belt. There were always yahoos and loud mouths that wanted to duel, wanted to fight, and well Vincent had been known to clean up in those kinds of situations. However he was praying that he wouldn't have to here. His plan was simple, hell he had even found the plant that Tansy's people used to symbolize peace, it was pinned on his horses saddle and he was going to use it to start discussions. Hopefully with that and knowing enough of their language to converse he could figure out some sort of peace treaty, some sort of compensation with the chief....'s daughter. Chief's daughter!? No! What was Tansy doing here!? Of all the damn times to be poking her brown little nose into matters! Of all the damn women, of all the damn people... Well, actually it made complete sense. Set aside from her actually speaking English now she was by far the most curious and brave woman that Vincent had met through out his life. Out in the plains she had single handedly caught a snake with her bare hands to show Vincent before letting it go, any other woman would of screamed and ran for the hills. God was Vincent cursing Tansy right now. Just don't say anything, he could still play it off that he learned what he knew from someone else. The last thing that she needed was to be seen as a Native that willingly conversed with..... Vincent let out a long sigh of disapproval when she called out his name. His full name. The man's plan was ruined. Damn Vinny, didn't know you liked them savage like. One of the other man said, the one tossing dynamite whistled as a few others started to check Tansy out. Even if her skin was a different color she did have a figure to appreciate. Damn this bitch hasn't been broken in has she? I know I am bored with all those Indian whores that are at Old Shinnies Saloon! Another one mouthed off, a few men laughing as Vincent shook his head, getting off of his horse and taking the plant off of his saddle. He would hold it up with his hands slightly above his head, showing he wasn't holding a weapon and meant peace with the plant. Guess the cat was out of the bag now that she was speaking English to him... Might as well try to do what he could. My boss wants to expand once more up into these territories. You know the extent at which he will go. I wanted to somehow come to an agreement instead of resulting in such horrible ways! Vincent said in English, not exactly sure how things would go over if he started speaking in her tongue. Because it would only be worse if they knew that she taught a white man how to speak as well. I don't want to resort to bloodshed again, what can we give you to make your people move on? The man asked, obviously there was a level of concern in his voice... He knew there was nothing he could give to make them leave... And that made him sad, very sad. Because the last thing he wanted to do was to tell Tansy that she needed to leave her land with her people or else face an onslaught again. Oh fuck this shit they are savages. The only thing they know is how to eat plants and run. Watch! One of the others shouted before raising his gun to Tansy, firing a shot between her feet to scare her. Vincent immediately rushed forwards, arms spread out as he turned. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING STOP THAT SHIT!!! Vincent shouted at the man. So you gonna take the side of these red faced savages, huh Vinny? The man that shot at Tansy's feet asked. However an arrow would suddenly fly out from out of no where, flying right into the man's thigh. He shouted loudly while Vincent turned to the where the arrow was shot. STOP!!! He shouted in Tansy's language, however nothing he could say would stop what had just started. It was obvious that these men weren't going to listen to Vincent and they were quick to start firing. Vincent standing there in shock first to see what he had imagined to be the worst case scenario start to unfold. It would happen again, their superior fire power would mow down the Natives... He knew it. The chief would run forward, still a warrior at heart. His club held firmly in his hands as he rushed towards Vincent. Though no one would really know if he was running towards Vincent or running past him towards the horses as the other Native warriors charged with him. All that was known was a rifle came up and shot the chief in the chest. NO!! Vincent would shout, soon pulling a pistol out and shooting the rifleman between the eyes. What was he doing? Vincent wasn't quite sure but he had to do something, he had to act. A sudden surge of pain would go through Vincent's thigh when a bullet found it's way there... The man quick to fall down onto a knee only to fire again, and again, hitting another man in the shoulder, shooting a horse in the head. Another shot rang out in the midst of the confusion, Vincent's arm that was raised suddenly dropping as the man flung back a rifle shot straight to his shoulder. On the ground now Vincent tried to push himself back up, he had to keep fighting.. This was so wrong, but suddenly a body would fall on top of him. The chief for whatever reason dragged his dying self over and fell on Vincent's body. Who knew if he knew another shot was coming, a bullet burying itself into the chief's back that was meant for Vincent. The other five white men were quickly rushed, the tactics and preparations that the Natives had used won them this fight... But not after three of them men fell, including the chief. Vincent was left laying on the ground, his shoulder and thigh throbbing in pain. Never had he been shot, sure burned a little, even a knife wound here and there. Plenty of bruises had come and gone... But never had a bullet found its way into his flesh. Throw in a two hundred or so pound man laying on top of him and Vincent was in no way a happy camper. The sun was bright above this confrontation, beating down on what Vincent was assuming to be his last moments of life. Ahiga was quick to come over to the chief as the other warriors were looting, scalping, and finishing the kills. Those white demons would get to see what came of such greed and corruption with the scalpless corpses of these men. Ahiga paid no heed to Tansy, quick to grab the chief's body and hull it off of Vincent. Vincent groaning loudly in pain from the sudden shift, even if the weight was being taken off it still hurt like hell. Ahiga moving back as he sat on the ground, holding the now dead chief in his arms. Obvious rage and anger was portrayed on his face as he held the man he had idolized all these years... The warrior he had dreamed of becoming. Ahiga would let go, letting the man's body fall to the ground as he quickly crawled over to Vincent. The warrior was true to his name, a stone knife quickly pulled from his belt. It was purposefully blunt, meant to make the scalping process that much more painful for anyone who deserved such a horrible death. And who else deserved it other then this white man?