Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 9:42:50 GMT
They used to say, New Mexicans hated everyone. Robbed the tourists, ran over people for fun. A real hellhole. The poorest state in the country despite the fancy hover cars and old school car shows that's occasionally held there. Cars had tires? And hopped? Well, according to history, another city in New Mexico used to be the 'Lowrider city'. He never understood cars. His dad adored them though. Even went as far to buy himself - what was it? - a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. There we go. It was dark blue and white. Actually very clean and pretty but so outdated. How did those cars last so long? Many people here still enjoyed those old cars, the smell of roasting chili and their own little fiestas that happen every year.
It was a nice place. Very beautiful too. During the years, while towns got taller buildings and were more futuristic, Santa Fe stayed small. Stayed old school. People loved it that way. The mountains overlooked the city, and night time was Jesse McCree's favorite.
He used to sit on the steps of the historic church, which has been standing for.. how long? Jesse has no idea. It's been a long time, that's all he knows. Night times he would sit there, eyes watching the stars across the sky and spotting a few dark clouds in the distance. He usually hangs out here nearly every night, avoiding his parents consent fights and all the other bad things that happen at home. He was getting tired. So tired.
Every night was the same thing. Fighting, insults, threats of divorce and threats of taking him away. Never came down to it. McCree ran away one stormy night and joined the Deadlock Gang. His father ended up leaving and his mother was alone. Jesse did what he could to send her money and gifts while in the gang. She loved her gifts but hated that her only child was in such a reckless thing. She tried to talk reason into him, but failed.
"Mi hijo, please come home."
"I can't, mamá. I can't. Just let me do this for you."
He always wanted to make her happy until.. she was killed. That made him change. Jesse stayed with the gang, causing more trouble along the way.
He visited that church still. He still sat on the steps to watch the New Mexico sky, angry. Why didn't he stay home? She would have been alive still and given him the reason to stay in Santa Fe.
The city that his mother loved to pieces. The stars still shined and the moon lit up the dark roads. The nights were still beautiful. He always loved the stars, especially a new bright one that started to appear more frequently.
---
Next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair, bloody and upset. Tired and sad. He was betrayed by the other members. They ratted him out. His leather vest torn and ruined, boots bloody and fists tired. His eyes angry. "I have a good feeling about you," a deep voice said rather gently despite the stranger looking tall and angry. Arms crossed over his chest. Jesse looked up at the man, eyes narrowed. "I know your secret too. Don't worry, I won't say a word about it, only if you make a decision."
Decision? What? And what secret? The only secret he has is his new werewolfism he got not too long ago. Oh. How did he know?
"Join me or spend your life in jail. Or eight feet under ground."
"I'll join."
---
He never did go back to Santa Fe afterwards, for a long time. So many years passed and after losing everything when Overwatch went down, he was upset.
Finally he did go back. It looked the same but his home was abandoned. Haunted they say. By a lady who cries about a guy named Jesse. That's another thing Santa Fe had a lot of. Haunted places and sad stories.
The nights still calmed him down and the chili brought a smile to his face. He had to leave though, knowing that his home is no longer here or anywhere. Jesse went back on the road, driving off on his motorcycle until he started to get a bad name for no reason. Now he's doing his best to hide.
---
He misses Santa Fe. Misses everything about it. The night sky wasn't the same elsewhere. Sometimes you'll catch him whistling an old Bon Jovi song about Billy the Kid and the city. Other times, you'll catch him deep in thought, wondering what has him so oddly quiet.
Jesse will never admit it but he misses his mother and everything back there.
He misses the cars, chili, and the night skies.
It was a nice place. Very beautiful too. During the years, while towns got taller buildings and were more futuristic, Santa Fe stayed small. Stayed old school. People loved it that way. The mountains overlooked the city, and night time was Jesse McCree's favorite.
He used to sit on the steps of the historic church, which has been standing for.. how long? Jesse has no idea. It's been a long time, that's all he knows. Night times he would sit there, eyes watching the stars across the sky and spotting a few dark clouds in the distance. He usually hangs out here nearly every night, avoiding his parents consent fights and all the other bad things that happen at home. He was getting tired. So tired.
Every night was the same thing. Fighting, insults, threats of divorce and threats of taking him away. Never came down to it. McCree ran away one stormy night and joined the Deadlock Gang. His father ended up leaving and his mother was alone. Jesse did what he could to send her money and gifts while in the gang. She loved her gifts but hated that her only child was in such a reckless thing. She tried to talk reason into him, but failed.
"Mi hijo, please come home."
"I can't, mamá. I can't. Just let me do this for you."
He always wanted to make her happy until.. she was killed. That made him change. Jesse stayed with the gang, causing more trouble along the way.
He visited that church still. He still sat on the steps to watch the New Mexico sky, angry. Why didn't he stay home? She would have been alive still and given him the reason to stay in Santa Fe.
The city that his mother loved to pieces. The stars still shined and the moon lit up the dark roads. The nights were still beautiful. He always loved the stars, especially a new bright one that started to appear more frequently.
---
Next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair, bloody and upset. Tired and sad. He was betrayed by the other members. They ratted him out. His leather vest torn and ruined, boots bloody and fists tired. His eyes angry. "I have a good feeling about you," a deep voice said rather gently despite the stranger looking tall and angry. Arms crossed over his chest. Jesse looked up at the man, eyes narrowed. "I know your secret too. Don't worry, I won't say a word about it, only if you make a decision."
Decision? What? And what secret? The only secret he has is his new werewolfism he got not too long ago. Oh. How did he know?
"Join me or spend your life in jail. Or eight feet under ground."
"I'll join."
---
He never did go back to Santa Fe afterwards, for a long time. So many years passed and after losing everything when Overwatch went down, he was upset.
Finally he did go back. It looked the same but his home was abandoned. Haunted they say. By a lady who cries about a guy named Jesse. That's another thing Santa Fe had a lot of. Haunted places and sad stories.
The nights still calmed him down and the chili brought a smile to his face. He had to leave though, knowing that his home is no longer here or anywhere. Jesse went back on the road, driving off on his motorcycle until he started to get a bad name for no reason. Now he's doing his best to hide.
---
He misses Santa Fe. Misses everything about it. The night sky wasn't the same elsewhere. Sometimes you'll catch him whistling an old Bon Jovi song about Billy the Kid and the city. Other times, you'll catch him deep in thought, wondering what has him so oddly quiet.
Jesse will never admit it but he misses his mother and everything back there.
He misses the cars, chili, and the night skies.