Abraham Reyes… The
Mexican Tyrant.
It was
quite a long time before I did anything else of note… Mostly taking on bandits and
trying to make up for what I had done in the previous jump through actions,
despite the fact that I had reversed everything after the slaughter. To be
honest… I could feel something scratching at the back of my mind during that
whole event, but… Not something to be brought up. Closest thing I could relate
it to was how I felt whenever I was writing my horror stories, but… That wouldn’t
be a good thing.
I was sitting on a crate at my camp that I had
setup near the San Luis River and the bridge that led into Nuevo Paraiso. I was
hunting at the time, mostly out of boredom… Bounties did keep me busy and at
least gave the lawmen a chance to not shoot at me until after I turned in the
bounty. After that, though, I was lucky to get out without a piece of lead
between my teeth that I had to spit out.
As I was
thinking over how, being who I was now, was quite over-powered compared to this
setting, the Strange Man walked up, only letting me know that he was present
with a small whistle as he silently walked forward. I glanced up from a book I
had grabbed off the last guy, giving the man a small nod and a light, but
obviously not pleased, grin on my part. “Ah… Strange Man… Welcome. What is it
this time, hmm?” I asked simply, having at least gotten halfway used to his
appearances. He kept me busy.
‘Oh, many
things, Aaron. A man was killed at Thieves’’ Landing, John is helping with the
revolution across the bridge, and there may just be something of interest to
you occurring in a few more years.’ He rambled on, stating a few other things
of account that he should have no real knowledge of as he crouched down to
gently poke at the fire I had made with a small stick. ‘You don’t like me,
Aaron. You never have.’
As he
spoke, I closed the crudely-made (At least compared to what I grew up with.)
book and set it off to the side. “What do you want me to do this time, hmm?”
The man before me set the stick down and climbed back up to his feet, crossing
his arms behind his back as he did. ‘I like you, Aaron. You’re very stubborn
about your ideals. Remember that winter back in Corbin? When you wanted
breakfast and, instead of accepting that offer from your mother to get a ride,
you walked miles in your summer attire in below zero temperatures. How many
miles did you walk, Aaron?’ He asked, a small groan escaping me before I
answered him. “Two miles for sub-par eggs, bacon, and coffee. What are you
getting at?”
‘You don’t
like me, Aaron… but, you don’t like other people even more. Abraham will take
Mexico in another day and I would like you to give him some advice, if you have
the time, that is. Just do what you think is best before the dead roll over in
their graves.’ After he finished speaking, he turned and started to wander off
before I could even respond. Taking note of who he was talking about, I simply
stepped over to my horse and climbed up onto the beast. “Hmm… Was planning on paying
him a visit, anyways.”
I rode off
toward Escalera, going by horse simply because I was lazy and it looked a bit
more… time-appropriate. I knew of Abraham… He would become a tyrant of the
people he “freed” as soon as he was in charge, prevent elections, and probably
continue his rampant series of laying women that he lied to… Not to mention the
fact that he would cause the undead apocalypse later on, if given the chance.
It was time for me to pay him a visit.
I led my
horse up the winding, hill-climbing path of Escalera around nightfall two days
later, watching the various people around the area as they were hounded at by
the rebels that had freed them quite a few hours before hand. I was even
half-sure that I saw John in the crowds, but I ignored it, simply walking up to
the middle section of the town and climbed off of my horse. I could easily go
through the front door through force, but that would not be the best course of
action right now.
Instead, I
pulled out one of my talismans and, with a quick word and the disintegration of
the item, I vanished. Didn’t matter if people saw me, they would probably count
me as a mirage or a trick of the light, considering the hour… Maybe. Either
way, I quietly made my way through the partway open gate of the gated mansion
at the top of the hill and wandered into the building, carefully timing my
movements with those of the guards. Stopping when they did, moving when they
did, and waiting for them to open doors before slipping inside.
It took me
a minute or two to remember where the man’s room was, but once I remembered, I
quickly made my way to it and stepped inside. The door was closed, but I opened
it this time around and made my way inside, Reyes and his two guards looking up
from the map they were looking over as I reappeared before their eyes. “Hmm…
Not celebrating, Abraham? Don’t have a whore on your arm… Oh, wait… You always
go after the virgins and toss them to the side when you’re finished. Quite
obvious which one is worse.” I stated as I kicked the door closed behind me. ‘Who
the fuck are you?! Guards, get this puta out of my sight.’ He stated firmly,
the guards approaching with their pistols drawn.
To make a
point, I allowed them to approach… before allowing them to fall. One of my
hands was held up, my knuckles turned as if I was admiring them. “Hmm… Amazing
what a light tap to the side of the head will do when someone can’t react.”
Reyes responded by pulling his gun and shouting out ‘Eres un hombre muerto!
Guards!’ (You’re a dead man!) before unloading his revolver into me. With a
light grin, I made my way forward toward the man, one of my hands reaching up
to grab my hat and bring it down to my chest. “You’re a very… very
self-motivated man, Reyes. Remember that fling with a maid that you had when
you went to Europe? Got you kicked out of school.” I started to say, simply
letting him empty the cylinder before reloading. He was backing up toward the
window, angrily shouting various phrases (Which I could only understand because
of the Overlord jump.) as he did so. There was a rifle set nearby, but I paid
no mind to it.
He,
however, moved to grab it. “What about Luisa, hmm? Tossed her to the side…
Though, don’t you call her Laura?” I came upon the table he had been sitting at
and simply stepped up onto the edge of it. “You don’t want freedom for your
people… You want power!” I stated firmly as my foot came down, the table
snapping in half, wood-splinters flying in all directions, along with the
larger chunks of the table. I may have overdone it, as my shoe had left a good
print in the floor from the display. It didn’t matter at this moment, so I
simply continued forward.
Reyes held
up his rifle as I came within only five feet of him and pulled the trigger. To
my surprise, I felt it… I actually stumbled back a little bit from the force.
He grinned broadly and reloaded as I straightened up, my hand moving to put my
hat back on properly. “Hmm…” Instead of evading as I should, I let him fire off
a second shot as a test. This time it caused my head to rear back, my head
jerking back from the hit for just a moment. “Ow…” I stated simply, my body
blurring in that spot before I was directly in front of Abraham, my hand firmly
holding onto the hot barrel of the gun. Now that DID hurt, but I wasn’t going
to show it.
“Thank you,
Reyes… I needed to see how much I could take.” Just at that moment, various
people charged into the room, pointing various guns at me from rifles, to
pistols, to shotguns as I leered down at their so-called leader. “Let them
shoot… It will make my job easier. I simply have a request from you.” He tried
to pull the gun away from with all of his strength, the only thing that was
budging was him from the effort he was exerting as it appeared to be the only
thing that could hurt me. There were many things he had that could, but this
was the only thing he knew of.
“Stop
whoring yourself… Lead your people properly… And if I catch you doing anything
stupid… I will kill you. You understand? You will hold those promised elections
and, if you get the chance to go into the tunnels below your new home… Don’t.
If you do, I will kill you much… much more slowly.” I let go of his rifle, only
to be cold-clocked upside the jaw with the stock, of course not so much as
moving an inch from the hit. I simply took the rifle from him and turned,
facing his gathered goons who weren’t firing simply because I was standing in
front of their leader. “You know… Intimidation might not be the best course of
action at all times… Hmm.”
I stated to
walk forward, those guns brandishing their weapons at me for the first while
before it appeared as if I had vanished. In actuality, I went at my full speed
and went out the nearby window, heh. I did my best to get off the grounds and
came to a stop outside the village, dropping the gun to gently hold onto my
hand. Fire could still harm me rather badly, sadly. At least they didn’t know
that or they might use it against me.
After
gathering my new rifle and calling my horse, I went back over the bridge and
toward the campsite that I had made a few days ago… The Strange Man probably
had words for me, but… At least no one died, right? Maybe two concussions, but…
No real deaths… I think.
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