Retribution - Magnifcent Seven fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Retribution

Fandom: “The Magnificent Seven”

Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers for pilot

Pairings: nada 

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 340
Point of view: third

 

 

           

         He was once a good man. Few still living remember those days. Most who knew him died in the battle that scarred his mind.

            After he crawled from Shiloh, shattered in soul and body, he felt only rage. He needed vengeance but could not find a place to seek it. The war had ended and his side lost and there was no place for his kind anymore.

            So he became a ghost and he led men like himself through the desert. They killed and they stole and he felt complete again.

            He commanded instant obedience and the respect his army felt for him was firmly entwined with fear. He executed his men for the smallest infractions and they swiftly learned to do as he said when he said. He tolerated nothing less.

            Stories of his army, the Ghosts of the Confederacy, spread through the desert; he expected the North to send forces to deal with him, but it had its own troubles.

            The war was over; his side had lost. But vengeance—ah, it was sweeter than he’d ever thought.

            Until that Seminole village. Until those damned villagers hired gunmen and fought back. Until half his army died in less than ten minutes, cut down by cheaters and cutthroats and illiterate savages he’d discounted as threats.

            He retreated from that town with his tail between his legs, fled for his life with his men by his side. Not only his body and his spirit, but his pride took a beating that day. And as he licked his wounds, listening to his men grumble and curse, he planned for vengeance.

 

            He was once a good man. Really, he was. He only wanted freedom.  

            But he is only pride now, only fury and hate, only despair that wants revenge on those who defeated him so easily.

            So his men mutter and curse, damn him and that village both. And Colonel Emmett Reilly Anderson plans a second attack.

            He’ll wipe that village from God’s earth, and he’ll take all their gold for his trouble.

 

Comments

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

Oh good stuff, I don't think I've read anything from his point of view before...

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[tigris-lilsis.livejournal.com]

Interesting, good job. This screams for a sequal darling, can't you hear it?

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

Hmm... maybe I should rewatch the pilot.

[magnifica7.livejournal.com]

I just love this POV! :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

If I remember correctly, this was my first Mag7 fic.