Chapter 1:

His Death

Eastern North's Death


Eastern North was a bounty hunter, the best the world could ever wish for... but upon his dying breath, the world did not ring for his end.

After years of ridding his world of cutthroats, murders and villains, he chose to spend the rest of his life alone with his son. His son was named Edward, who was age five at the time. 

Aboard a train away from town, to a land far away from danger, Eastern promised to himself that his son would live a life devoid of pain and violence. He wants to make sure his son would never turn into the man he is now. He wants his son to live a perfectly normal life.

Eastern had a gift kept in secret for his son, it was a wooden toy yoyo. He planned to surprise him when they reach their new home. 

But suddenly, there was a great rumbling and gunshots were fired. Eastern was alarmed and saw a group of bandits swarming the top of the train. They soon broke their way in and Eastern was forced to shoot, in order to protect his son.

'Eastern North!' they cried. 'You will pay for what you have done!'

Eastern paid no attention to the masked bandit's words and finished him off before he got to react. With a few sharp flicks upon his revolver, he had eliminated every bandit in sight. It was a sight to behold, being able to take down six men within a second of time.

Eastern soon realised he was surrounded, behind him, the door was slammed open and a single bullet hit him on the shoulder. Eastern cried out in pain and quickly returned another volley of bullets. No matter how skilled he was, he knew he had to escape. Because he was just a man.

Eastern with his son in his hands, climbed to the top of the train, it was blindingly bright and the howling winds of the desert overpowered his ears. He soon realised his mistake. There was an army of them, more than he can count. Most of them he could recognise...

Guns were pointing straight at him, ready to fire, but Eastern would not allow it. He took no delay and grab hold of his revolver, he took his first six shots and landed them all. And then again, reloading it and shot another six, landing them all before a single shot from the bandits was fired.

But he was not fast enough, no matter how fast he wished to move for his dear son's life; his shoulder was injured. He was so close to killing them all, but he failed. 

A storm of bullets penetrated Eastern's body. It did not stop. The bandits continued to fire at him, they sent out their wrath. They only want one thing and one thing only, to see him suffer a painful death. They kept on going until Eastern wasn't recognisable anymore, they did that all for the death of the man in front of them. They all wish to announce to the world: Eastern North is dead.

The bullet wounds on his body were now uncountable. His life flashed before him and he fell back. His body fell from the train and into a deep dark abyss. He had finally met his end.


Joe Gold
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