Thought it was common to hear of outlaws, it was extremely rare to hear of a female outlaw.
[F/N] [L/N] is a very well-known outlaw in western America, known from theft to massacres that were accomplished single-handedly. She had a sassy but venomous personality which showed without words that she could easily take down anyone that stood in her way to what she wanted. Her childhood was unknown to anyone but her, there were rumours that she had murdered her family, and other stories how she had lost her parents to a blood lusting Sherriff, but only she knew.
From a young age she had to fend for herself, she used her charm and her child innocence to con people and made her way through life.
She won every type of fight she’s ever been in, a challenge always interested the young desert beauty with prickly determined mind.
News about her spread fast like wildfire in a field of dry plants. Stories of her killing sprees and stealing of valuables hit every town, she gained a mean reputation that snapped respect from the worst of outlaws that dare test her toughness.
[F/N] sat proud on her jet black stallion named Barlow, as she patiently plodded through the desert and waited until dark to raid the next town. His heavy hooves padded along the dusty earth, kicking up dust clouds behind him without a care in the world.
When dark finally met the earth, the stars shone and half the moon showed its face to the Earth. Barlow, with an empty stomach, found green foliage nestled near a small running stream. Since he was set on eating and drinking, [F/N] swung one leg over his back, and planted it sturdy on the cracked desert ground- then took her right boot-clad foot out of the stirrup and joined her left foot on the ground. The famous outlaw set up her camp by the running stream, rolling out her sleeping bag and made a small fire so she wouldn’t attract too much attention to herself but could stay warm and cook some food. With the comfort of nature and Barlow, the outlaw found peace and with her stomach full she laid down on her side and shut her [E/C] eyes, drifting off to sleep in an instant.
The only problem she had when sleeping, was that she travelled only with Barlow as a companion, so she didn’t have anyone to be on guard whilst she slept. Normally she didn’t get any trouble, since everyone knew who she was and a very few had the balls to actually attack her.
Unfortunately for her, a unknown Sherriff had found her whilst she slept and had the balls to arrest her. She was ripped from her deep slumber and jumped a mile high when cold water was tossed on her, she started to panic inside when she saw her hands were bound together with rope and a Sheriff was standing in front of her; proud by his pure snow white mare.
The Sheriff stood satisfied with his hands on his hips, obviously pleased as punch that he’d caught the most wanted person in America. Dressed in worn out and frayed in places blue jeans, brown leather boots that were scuffed and dirtied, a dark blue button up shirt with three buttons undone near his neck and a brown jacket rested on his arms and shoulders, a brown cowboy hat perched on his sandy blonde hair allowed a cowlick to prod out from under the brim of the hat showed innocence that matched his baby blue eyes shielded by glasses that complimented his handsome face.
“Damn- they ain’t gonna believe me back at the station!” His giddy voice made [F/N] cringe inside and she thought to herself ‘I’ve been caught by an idiot…’
She thrashed out the best she could with rope tied hands as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her over to his mare.
“Unhand me, disgusting pig!” She spat at the Sherriff, trying to get out of his grip as he carried of walking towards his beautiful horse.
“Now, now. That’s no way to talk to a Sherriff, little lady.”
She hesitated her actions when she was hypnotised by his shining gold sheriff badge glimmering in the dying came fire.
He managed to get her on his mare, that he referred to as Stella. Whilst [F/N] was safely on Stella, he tied Barlow’s reins to Stella’s so he could bring him along. Once he was done, he climbed into the saddle behind the outlaw and took hold of the reins.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” You snapped, feeling his arms wrap around her and took hold of the reins.
“Calm down, sweet cheeks, I’m just making sure that you don’t fall off Stella and stop you from running away.”
He started the ride back to the nearest town, every now and then he would look at the beautiful young lady he had in his arms on his horse. He couldn’t believe that he had come across [F/N], she was even more pretty then her wanted posters. He found it hard to believe that you of all outlaws had committed all these crimes, but he was doing his job and captured you.
Whilst the Sherriff guided Stella back to his hometown, the famous outlaw sat there and sulked about her situation. She and the whole of America knew she couldn’t be beat, it was a fact, but now she was starting to doubt her pride and glared a warning of death at the American. Even if she was captured now, she knew all too well that she’ll find a way to escape. When she does escape, this joker is going to pay severely.
‘He ain’t gonna take me down, no way.’
As the sheriff rode Stella back to the near-by town, Barlow padding casually behind, she couldn’t help but mutter “traitor” to Barlow who obviously took an interest in Stella. As the Sherriff rode into town, people stood in their doorways to witness the most famous female be taken to her cell to rot until the day they'll bring her out to hang at the gallows.
She should’ve had her head hung low to show defeat- but she kept it high to show they couldn’t break her spirit. She could hear them muttering things, parents keeping their children hidden. Out of spite, she glared and sneered at those talking down to her.
When arriving at the town’s prison, the sheriff got off Stella and tied up the two horses to the post outside before getting [F/N] down and pushed her towards the cells. She growled deep within her throat, he was taken aback almost at the warning she had given him. She kicked and lunged, used her mouth and teeth to leave puncture holes in his arms as he tried getting her into the prison cell. He managed to get her behind bars and quickly locked the door, she rested her face between the bars and if looks could kill, he’d be burning to a cinder already.
‘Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no.’
“You might think that you’re gonna have me rot here, but you can’t take me. I’m free.”
She sat on her bed chained to the wall, wrists raw from the ropes and hours of rubbing to get free but to no avail. Her head hung low with shame, trying not to let her will break and be submissive but as the hours went by it got harder each minute.
With self-pity, she started to question herself with things like ‘where did it all go wrong?’. She heard the Sheriff walk in, who had said his name was Alfred but many of the town’s people called him ‘idiot’, he was muttering something to himself in an angered voice. [F/N] lifted her head to watch him pace, something in those baby blue eyes snapped and they turned a small shade of crimson then back to blue when he saw her watching him. She wanted to know what was going on, his whole attitude was different from when he had first captured her.
When he walked over to the cell, she stood to attention and caution, ready to fight if she had to. She watched him use the bunch of keys to open it and walked inside. Pulling a knife from the safety of his boot, he walked towards her without speaking. She started to panic, her hands were tied and he had a weapon, he could do anything he wanted and she wouldn’t be able to do anything.
He studied her face, seeing her panic in her eyes. He grabbed her hands and slit the rope keeping her hands bound together. When the ropes were gone from her wrists, in a blink of an eye she had taken the knife and had him pinned to the prison floor. She pressed the blade to his throat and his hands painfully pinned to the ground behind his back. She knew she needed to fight another fight, and she’ll fight with all her might that she had built up over the hours.
“Go ahead, kill me.” He taunted, his eyes flashing from blue to red, then back to blue. She knew she had a limited time, and although she questioned why he had freed her, she knew she had to run now or her neck will be in a noose.
She ran out of the prison as fast as she could, wielding only a knife as she dashed to Barlow and cut the reins before getting on his back and he started to make their escape from the town. Grinning like a mad woman, her hair flying behind her in the wind as she finally felt free and proud she didn’t break from the torture. She felt blood spray on her face from people who were caught under Barlow’s hooves as he trampled over them and galloped off out of that godforsaken town.
She made a mental note to massacre everyone in that town tomorrow.
She was back in the open desert once again, she smiled and paused for a moment, allowing the wind to make her feel like she was flying. Feeling on top of the world, the thirst for blood filled her senses and her pink tongue slipped between her parted lips and licked at the blood that had splattered on her face that was from the town’s people.
Maybe she should've stayed, or at least taken the Sheriff with her- then she could’ve gotten an answer from him to why he freed her. She shook her head and paid attention to the present, she pressed her legs together a little and indicated Barlow to keep going. Now at a casual pace, she felt like she didn’t need anyone but Barlow.
When dusk fell, she stopped Barlow near a sheltered rocks and decided this was the best place for camp tonight. Setting up her comfort, she sat down on the sleeping bag and fed Barlow whatever she had to spare, also feeding herself of course.
On the wind, she heard the terrified screams of the towns people that she had left behind, the sound she knew too well was a murderous melody in her mind. She could smell the bloodshed too, which peaked her interest. Soon she heard another horse’s hooves hit the earth and turned her head to see a silhouette of a man on a pure white horse come riding towards the famous female outlaw and her stallion. As he drew closer, the sun on its death bed behind him, she saw the sheriff with a tragic twist. Hair now a rusty burgundy colour under that brown hat, skin tanned gorgeously, eyes blood-lusting red and the tasty crimson liquid stained his clothes and handsome face that was twisted into a smirk that made her shiver with electricity. He reached her and stopped Stella by Barlow and dismounted, he walked over to the outlaw and sat down. Capturing her lips in his he tangled his hands in her fair hair then pulled away after sharing some of the blood with her, knowing she had snapped his sanity and felt the hole in her be complete- for now she had a partner in crime.
You can’t take me…I’m free.
Sorry my stories have been to short recently, but I have writer's block and I'm stalling my homework I have to do- but the holidays are coming up and wooooooooooo convention time!
Hope you liked, I don't own you, America or the song it's based on
I do own Stella and Barlow
I'll take requests as well to feel free to ask~
ALSO THANKS FOR 800+ PAGEVIEWS, THIS IS A MASSIVE ACHIEVEMENT FOR ME OKAY DON'T JUDGE
...not proof read to let me know if there's anything misspelt or anything like that....
Here's the alternative version: operationstabthecake.deviantar…
And here is the sequel: operationstabthecake.deviantar…
Thank you for your kind words .3.
Thank you! I love the song so much, and the movie is just so badass XD
Hmm...I haven't really thought about making a sequel, but I shall if you would like me to make one!
I'd love to do a sequel! Is there anything that you'd like to happen since it was your suggestion?
And a sexy 2p!Cowboy~
Awesome icon by the way!
Everyone needs a little 2p action in their lives~
damn look at dem abs
and i've always wanted to be a cosplayer but i have one thing to ask....can you ,like, video tape it?
The convention? Sure, I'll take pics of me and my mate as well if you want