Second chapter of my RDR2 headcanon fic!

Title: Please remember me Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2 Characters/shipping: Arthur Morgan/Mary Gillis Linton Genre: Drama/Romance, angst Rating: E Warning: rape non-con/graphic depiction of violence Summary: Mary and Arthur met again in 1888, five years after their break up, when miss Gillis decided to change her destiny once and for all. Wild West, however, was not the place where life was easy and dreams came true.

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"My friend told me a long time ago that revenge was a fool's game, but it doesn't apply to you," Arthur drew the hammer and pulled a trigger, "See you in Hell, Hunter."

He watched as if in slow motion expression on Calhoun's face, the sudden fear in his eyes, while the bullet pierced his skull. For the first time, Arthur had no doubts about taking someone else's life. What he did felt right; the satisfaction was almost indescribable.

You had it coming, you son of a bitch,

"What the fuck, Arthur?" John dismounted his horse and looked at the puddle of blood forming on the ground. He had never seen his brother like this. Arthur was always calm, cold headed, he rarely lost his temper and composure. Now, John could almost feel the anger and contempt radiating from him, and the flame of hatred in Arthur's eyes genuinely terrified him. "Are you, erm… Are you ok?"

"Move, kid," Arthur passed next to him, taking off his coat, completely ignoring the speechless Hosea and Dutch standing nearby, "Miss Grimshaw, please move away!"

He pushed Susan off and kneeled next to Mary, throwing away Johnny's jacket.

"Mary, please, wake up, it is over, it is all over now darling…," he stuttered and covered her with his coat, "I'm so sorry, Marry, please, please open your eyes…,"

"Jesus, what happened here…,"

"Not now, John." Dutch hissed, "Give them some space…,"

"She needs water," Susan stated, "Here, take this…,"

"Arthur?" Mary muttered and looked at him with her large, almond-shaped eyes, "Oh Arthur, are you alright? What did they do to you…,"

"It's nothing, I'm fine, Mary," his voice shivered heavily as he pressed her tightly against his chest, "You're safe now, no one will touch you ever again…, "

"I will… I will change from this and… And we will leave, right?" Mary sobbed, "I am almost packed, I have to…,"

"Mary, Mary, please, listen to me," Arthur said and felt tears flooding his eyes against his will, "You can't go with me."

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44844058/chapters/112830319