It's hot. Really hot.
I can't move. I can't feel anything. It's pitch black but I'm sure my eyes are open.
My mouth is dry as the dessert. I try to speak but nothing comes out, something fills it instead.
I gag, but I can't move... I force my arms upwards. Nothing.
There's pressure on my chest. I'm not breathing...
I push up again. A movement. Slight, but I flush with pleasure as it gives me hope. I push up again through the darkness.
I feel something move around me. I claw at the darkness, pulling myself up... at least I think it's up, I have no idea which way is which.
Then I feel something. I realise I can feel my fingertips. They're moving freely. Nothing pressing against them, like the rest of me.
I use all my strength and curl them out, pulling myself towards the sensation of freedom.
My head breaks through the pressure. I cough and spit, choking. My eyes are burning, I'm blind still.
My arms are free, flailing wildly around. It's hot still. Hotter than it was.
I move my hands to my face, something's covering my eyes, I pull at it and daylight breaks through my lids. I breathe great lungful's of air, my heart racing.
I don't know where I am but I start to remember how I got here...
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Everything was going well until the idiot sheriff turned the corner too soon. We'd pulled off the robbery without a hitch. Zed had kept the bank customers in check while Ollie and I had seen to the vault and the staff.
We'd staked it out for a week, all the local landowners had paid their rent in, and the vault was fit to burst. All we had to do was get the lazy sheriff out of the way. That's what Lucy was for.
Our first night in town, we got rooms at the Saloon and found a young dancing girl named Lucy. It was my job to flirt with her and get her to help us out. It worked a little too well and we ended up fucking like rabbits for two days straight. On the third day I asked her for the favour. She was supposed to distract the lawman for a few hours. I didn't say why, but I think she guessed. A handsome drifter suddenly pays her attention outside of work, she caught on quick. With the Sheriff out of the way, the bank would be easy pickings.
Until he came round that corner.
Things happened real fast after that. Zed was still inside, Ollie was loading the horses, and I was lookout. I spotted him a half second before he realised what was happening. I drew instinctively, and let him have a .45 in the chest. He dropped like a sack of rocks. Ollie panicked when he heard the gun shot and took off with the loaded horse.
"Z! We need to go, NOW!" I shouted through the open door. He fired two shots into the ceiling and raced outside, up onto his horse. I was already in my saddle and half way to the town limits before he was moving. I heard shots ring out above the gallop of the hooves, and I turned to see him slump in the saddle.
"Shit..." I muttered. I pulled on the reigns and my horse protested, before turning 180°. I spotted the shooters on the porch of the Saloon and returned fire, boards splintered around them and they dove for cover. I drove my horse back for Zed's, grabbed the reigns and pointed it toward the hills. I slapped the horse's rump and it took off with Zed's lifeless body on its back.
Bullets whistled past my shoulder as I followed at a gallop. I felt the dull wet impact of a bullet in the shoulder. I spurred the horse on and didn't slow till I was well on my way to the rendezvous. After a 30 minute ride, and a lot of lost blood, I spotted the acacia tree and Ollie's horse underneath.
That's about the time I passed out.
I can't move. I can't feel anything. It's pitch black but I'm sure my eyes are open.
My mouth is dry as the dessert. I try to speak but nothing comes out, something fills it instead.
I gag, but I can't move... I force my arms upwards. Nothing.
There's pressure on my chest. I'm not breathing...
I push up again. A movement. Slight, but I flush with pleasure as it gives me hope. I push up again through the darkness.
I feel something move around me. I claw at the darkness, pulling myself up... at least I think it's up, I have no idea which way is which.
Then I feel something. I realise I can feel my fingertips. They're moving freely. Nothing pressing against them, like the rest of me.
I use all my strength and curl them out, pulling myself towards the sensation of freedom.
My head breaks through the pressure. I cough and spit, choking. My eyes are burning, I'm blind still.
My arms are free, flailing wildly around. It's hot still. Hotter than it was.
I move my hands to my face, something's covering my eyes, I pull at it and daylight breaks through my lids. I breathe great lungful's of air, my heart racing.
I don't know where I am but I start to remember how I got here...
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Everything was going well until the idiot sheriff turned the corner too soon. We'd pulled off the robbery without a hitch. Zed had kept the bank customers in check while Ollie and I had seen to the vault and the staff.
We'd staked it out for a week, all the local landowners had paid their rent in, and the vault was fit to burst. All we had to do was get the lazy sheriff out of the way. That's what Lucy was for.
Our first night in town, we got rooms at the Saloon and found a young dancing girl named Lucy. It was my job to flirt with her and get her to help us out. It worked a little too well and we ended up fucking like rabbits for two days straight. On the third day I asked her for the favour. She was supposed to distract the lawman for a few hours. I didn't say why, but I think she guessed. A handsome drifter suddenly pays her attention outside of work, she caught on quick. With the Sheriff out of the way, the bank would be easy pickings.
Until he came round that corner.
Things happened real fast after that. Zed was still inside, Ollie was loading the horses, and I was lookout. I spotted him a half second before he realised what was happening. I drew instinctively, and let him have a .45 in the chest. He dropped like a sack of rocks. Ollie panicked when he heard the gun shot and took off with the loaded horse.
"Z! We need to go, NOW!" I shouted through the open door. He fired two shots into the ceiling and raced outside, up onto his horse. I was already in my saddle and half way to the town limits before he was moving. I heard shots ring out above the gallop of the hooves, and I turned to see him slump in the saddle.
"Shit..." I muttered. I pulled on the reigns and my horse protested, before turning 180°. I spotted the shooters on the porch of the Saloon and returned fire, boards splintered around them and they dove for cover. I drove my horse back for Zed's, grabbed the reigns and pointed it toward the hills. I slapped the horse's rump and it took off with Zed's lifeless body on its back.
Bullets whistled past my shoulder as I followed at a gallop. I felt the dull wet impact of a bullet in the shoulder. I spurred the horse on and didn't slow till I was well on my way to the rendezvous. After a 30 minute ride, and a lot of lost blood, I spotted the acacia tree and Ollie's horse underneath.
That's about the time I passed out.