Gunfighter of Remnant

Chapter XXII

Gunfighter's POV:

As I rode off I looked back at the airship Torchwick was getting on and glanced around him, most noticeable thing was the pilot. He seemed off, in fact, he was shorter than average. As the two guards entered behind the prisoners I noticed Torchwick smiling which made me ask as Ruby's airship flew away back to Beacon, "What's gotten you to smile?" When the Torchwick's airship was about to take off I managed to get one last glimpse of him waving to me. I pulled a cigar out of my pocket and put it towards my lips while grabbing a match. As I lit it I took one long drag before turning JC around and started to ride back towards Beacon myself. As I rode through the agricultural district I came across a local bar and decided to stop for a drink. JC was tied to the side of the building away from the street to keep him from meeting the front end of a car or truck that occasionally flies down the street I was riding on. Before I entered, I put the unfinished cigar out and opened the door for the aroma of alcohol and vomit wafted over me as I walked towards the bar where a man with a red cloak was sitting. "Whisky." I said leaning against the bar waiting. The bartender nodded and walked around grabbing a glass, then a bottle before pouring me a drink. "Leave the bottle." I said handing a good payment for the drink. "And people say I'm an alcoholic." I glared over at the man finishing his drink and noticed his weapon leaning next to his seat. "Rummy?" He looked at me replying, "Fuck you?" He looked at me in the eyes before getting up and walking away. I didn't lift my gaze off him as he burped away from my face and walked out, leaving some money for his drink, or by the looks of it, drinks. Right before he left I noticed he looked back as he walked and quickly turned away as if someone was gonna follow him. "Always a drunk man." I looked back at the bartender and asked, "Always drunk?" "Yeah. He's a local really. Always looking for a fight, but this is the first." "First of what?" "To walk away. Usually he keeps on messing with someone until they throw the first punch. I've never seen him walk away without saying a word." "Hmm." Was all I could comment. "If it's of any interest to you gunfighter." I stopped taking a drink and looked back up at the man as he cleaned another glass cup. "He came in here about an hour or two ago muttering about you for a while." "What was he muttering about?" I asked curious. "He said something about being sent on a mission to look for some information regarding your history. Went all over Emerald Forest only to find dead ends. Hell he even said he followed a story that led him to an old, burnt down steamboat in a swamp with some old machine gun sill mounted on it. I'd say he's trying to find out something about you. Best be careful, he may be drunk, but he still a damn good fighter." "That so? Guess I'll have to ask him why I'm so popular with him." I gave the man a hundred lien bill and took the bottle as I walked out. Upon exiting I looked around to see which way Qrow may have gone and found nothing. I put the bottle away in one of the saddles and untied Jc before getting back on track to Beacon. "Steamboat hmm?" I took out my unfinished cigar and lit it up once more as I started to remember why I was there, why I was at that wreck of a steamboat.

Gunfighter's Past:

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Nice place you have here woman." I commented as I dredged around through muddy waters looking for her. Taking out Ringo wasn't a problem compared to this. This woman, this witch was more than a problem. She was a damn one man army. Took me several months to track her, only to for her to be hiding in a god damn swamp with a whole damn army under her fucking nose working for her.Occasionally I was ambushed by several cowboys working for her, but I still kept coming out on top from the edge of this swamp to a flooded cemetery I passed. I was coming up to an old ran shackled town that was sinking into the soft ground below. "Finally!" I wanted to yell, but it's bad enough there's more men out here than I'm used to dealing with. I walked into what looked to be an old barn and took a seat on a fallen support to dry off a bit. "Of all place you had to be." I muttered while taking one of my boots off to drain the water that built up in it. As I drained the other boot I heard the calm water near the barn's ragged side move. Little waves splashed along the side which prompted me to unholster one of my Walkers and looked out the side. "You think he's here?" "Fuck if I know. Just keep your damn eyes peeled and keep watch! He's somewhere out here." "Why are we doin this Will? She's just some damn paranoid b-" The man stopped talking as his partner turned around and growling, "You stow that shit right now! She's your boss, she's mine, she paid for your ass, so now you work for her. She wants this gunfighter dead, so we're gonna kill him come hell or high water. You hear?" He nodded as he left the poor man down. "Sorry kid." I muttered aiming my gun through a hoe in the side of the bar wall. It almost sounded like thunder now that I listened carefully. The echo that followed it definitely didn't go unnoticed, especially with the last man standing as the kid next to him fell with a large red hole showing in his shirt. "YOU SON OF A-" *gunshot* Nothing but silence followed the echo of my second gunshot. He fell back where he last stood in the ankle deep water below as I reload my gun and walked out of the sinking barn. "That's nearly thirty now. How many more of you are there?" I asked as I continued to walk where they came from. I came to a opened area filled with water and tree stumps when a unnatural sight started to show. "What the hell!? Where did the steam boat come from?" I asked myself as I took cover behind an an old building. I upholstered both Walkers right before the sound of sizzling caught my attention. 'Shit!" I yelled ducking behind a rotting tree as a bundle of dynamite ripped the truck to shreds while the men I didn't notice started to stake shots at me. As I laid there beside a shredded tree I heard some more gunmen coming for me and cocked the guns in both hands and jolted up to take aim. "There!" One of them yelled. Right as I got up I shot the first man I saw. "He got-" Thirty-one. "Get that s-" Thirty-two. They didn't stop coming, so I didn't stop shooting until I ran out of rounds in the chambers. Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five. I kept mentally counting right up till I heard my hammer click, telling me to reload. "He's stop! GET HIM!" I put one of my revolvers away and quickly reloaded the other before I looked to my left to see a familiar sight. Sizzling right next to me was another bundle of explosives with a shortening fuse, so i grabbed it and threw it at the unsuspecting group of gunmen charging me. The sound of screaming men wrapped in an explosion filled the air before I jumped from behind the tree and walked to their new resting place. I grabbed one of their guns and kept moving towards the shipwrecked steamboat until the sound of a rapid firing gun stopped me and forced me to take cover in the ruined building behind me. "COME ON OUT AND FACE ME COWARD!" The man yelled as he kept cranking on the gatling gun before him. I kept crawling back until I felt a wooden wall blocking my path of escape as the bullets from the gun kept ripping the wall were I was to shreds. 'Son of a bitch! What's wrong with the damn thing!?" I heard him nearly yell. On cue I got back up and hid behind what was left of the well and took aim at the dumb bastards head and fired another shot. Thunder followed by the sound of a body falling onto a wooden surface filled the now silent swamp as I caught my breath and began to head over to the boat. "WOMAN! COME ON OUT NOW!" I demanded as I walked the deck of the steamboat. I climbed through various rooms before I came to the deck above the gun that took some shots at me. As I walked towards the end I was thrown back by some strong force and was launched clear towards the front. "Uhhh." I groaned as I managed to lift myself up. "Took you forever to find me." I looked before me where I was last standing to see her, the woman who was there that day. 'What took you so long?" She asked with a cocky grin. I looked at her feet to see my revolver near her as she looked down to what I was staring at and kicked it over the edge. I heard the splash as she grinned at me asking, "What's your plan now? It's gonna take a lot more than a cannon to kill me." "More than a cannon huh?" I asked getting up slowly. "Yeah, more than a cannon. I doubt you have anything capable of-" She stopped talking as I upholstered the Engraved Ranger and reupholstered it into the Walker's place on my right hip. She stared at the gun I moved and asked, "Where did you get that?" I kept my eyes on hers and replied without showing any emotion, "Does it matter?" She scoffed and started to have a more serious expression as she took a stance. "I guess not." Was all she said. We glared at each other for some time before something that sounded like a bell ranged in the far distance. Where I didn't know, but what I did know was that it was a signal for one of us to make a move, and make a move we did. As she formed a ball of energy in her hand and took aim at me I felt my reflexes kick in and brought the barrel of the Engraved Ranger before me and took a shot without thinking where I was aiming. Her shot flew towards my feet towards the deck and blew a gaping hole before me as she fell down and started to scream. I took my look from her shot and looked over to see her body light up entirely. Her skeleton showed as if a blinding light was shown behind her as she clutched the wound, her chest, any place that looked to be a lighting storm in her body as she kept wailing through the near empty swamp. As she finally subsided her screams of pain I blinked a couple of times as I looked down at the gun in my hand. "Was this what it was meant for?" I quietly asked myself before looking back at the witch who took part in slaughtering my family. I heard her groan as she turned over and started to crawl towards the enemy revolver I grabbed which gave me time to holster the Ranger and walked towards her as she groaned with ever movement. Right as her hand touched the gun I pressed my boot right onto her hand and started to crush she as she screamed out once more. "Wha-what did yo-you do...do to me?" She asked in pain. I took the gun from the deck and cocked the hammer before aiming at her laying before me. "Who are you!?" She managed to ask straight and true. "WHO ARE YOU!?" She yelled. The memories flew back into my head as I remembered what happened that day and replied, "Should've killed me witch." She stared into my eyes before saying, "I thought he killed you!" She then looked at the Engraved Ranger and said, "Your father said he did-" I squeezed the trigger and put one right through her chest silencing her forever. As I stood over her body as her blooded trailed down the deck I looked at the gun on my hip and asked myself, "What did he make this with!?" I turned my head towards a voice yelling out, "THIS WAY! SHE'S OVER HERE!" I glared in the direction they were coming from before I jumped in the hole she made onto the level below and kicked a small barrier down to a sight I was looking for, the gatling gun. I walked over and looked at the ammo inside and took control, aiming it at the men coming around the bend not knowing what was to come. I started to turn the crank at a fast pace, unleashing a hail of bullets into a large group of men, only this time I wasn't keeping count any more. "There he-" Dead, all of them were dead. If it wasn't from me, it was from something they were holding. One or two men were carrying a large stash of explosives and one bullet nailed either of them, everyone around them went up with them. One was lucky to toss a bundle, but it wasn't even close to touching me though it did manage to ignite the dry wood the made the decks of the steamboat I was standing on. A section of deck collapse from the explosion, but I didn't bother with it for now, all that mattered was the standing men taking pot shots at me. *CLANK* I tried to force the crank around, but it wouldn't budge, so I abandoned it. I took my other Walker out and started to gun down what men were left. One by one they all fell. Their bullets passed me and hit anything that stood behind me while the steamboat went up in flames. As I finished off the last man I stood there in the water, stood there looking at the carnage that I brought down on them all before looking back at the steamboat burning before walking towards the spot where I believed my revolver landed. "Gotcha." I mumbled bringing it back to my care. I put the gun in its original holster and put the Engraved Ranger back into its original place and walked away back through the swamp. I heard something splash and looked back to see the same woman I shot back up there, barely breathing which prompted me to walk over and look down at her once more. "W...wait! I-" She clutched her side in pain before she inhaled and continued, "I-I'll te-tell you wh-where h-he is."