The First Real Chance

Prologue: Also this is an alternate ending to the game.

Damn, I should have known better than to trust that bastard, thought John Marston as he stood in front of the barn, ready to open them any second to welcome death's embrace. Cops were outside, every weapon in their arsenal at the ready to blow John to kingdom come. John knew he could get away if he just turned around, got a horse and went into any direction, but that wouldn't solve anything, in fact that would only make matters worse for him and his family. John looked at the doors and readied his Scholfield. John pushed open the doors and saw the small army waiting that was when time slowed down for John as he started to mark the 6 to be shot. John was looking for Edgar, but to no avail; he was not visible in this crowd.

When John came to this revelation, he simply threw the gun to the ground and took the bullets that came from everywhere on his body. But strangely, John couldn't feel anything, but he saw the bullets hit his chest and his feet. John had been shot plenty of times before and it did not feel anything like this. It usually felt like someone took a hammer and spike to that part of the body, but the bullets all hit him, hardly any missing. The only thing John felt was the impact when he fell to his knees, and then the pain came, at first it was just a throbbing from his chest then it became just a struggle to get any air into himself, like he was trying to get nails through his lungs and throat.

John could still see the crowd though and he could see a suited man making his way to the front, John instantly recognized him as Edgar Ross. "Well John, any last words?"

John put all his strength into 3 words; "go to hell."

Edgar simply took the pistol from the ground where John dropped it. Edgar started to inspect the weapon, finding nothing wrong with it; he pointed it at John's head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. To this John couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle that quickly sent a pain racking through, but for John it was worth it.

Edgar was obviously not pleased with this and talked to John in the usual snide way that always got John mad,

"well Mr. Marston, I cannot understand how you deal with this revolver, but I guess I can just do this," said Edgar as he slowly pulled out his colt and pointed it at John and said the last words John would hear from this bastard,

"It has been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Marston, but I'm afraid that it has to end."

With this John formed his hands into the shape and gave the asshole the bird. The sound of the bullet was heard miles away, where Jack and his mother were on a horse riding away.