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"Yer gettin' too big fer yer britches"

As a child- Sawyer knew of very few things. Life was cruel, he was a freak and you had to work for the nicer things in life. A tigh knit community, southern drawl and slinging guns is all he knew. Many different blood colors lingered his community- mutants to seadwellers. But it wasn't always perfect. Lowbloods shoved to the side.. highbloods with their wealth from their families or earned off the back of the lower bloods in town.. Sawyer knew something was wrong with the fancy dressed elites..

A child born to the threat that was the twin headed Inland Taipan, the very one that had nurtured The Rifleman. He was already a fighting a losing battle with his peers. A mutant orange blood, fins where there shouldn't be and piercing orange eyes that seemed to hit you to your very core.. The other kids in town whispered about him. A demon. The devil. Wolf in sheeps clothes.. When it couldn't be further than the truth. Ignored and pushed to the side- there was one man who did take him in as an apprentice of sorts. The deputy of the little town. A Blue blooded man.

The indigo had been observing Sawyer, on the boys time off, he would do errands for the elderly or babysit the younger kids.. Help mothers and fathers where they needed.. and even returned stolen goods to people. Even going as far as disrupting fights betwee kids his age and settiling conflict where he could. He never asked for much in return and in some cases.. Nothing at all. The deputy saw his potential- good of heart.. Working hard and doing so without complaint.. he approached him one day.. The boy in awe of his confidence and energy

"Say kid.. How would ya' like a lil' summer job ridin' with me?"

For the next few summers, Sawyer worked under the Deputy. Offering help to those who needed it.. Practicing his sharp shooting skills and building trust with the many people in town.. His raport was good, boy his age talking to him again.. The girls not running away and even the younger kids seemed to want to look up to him. Running to find him when people mentioned his name.The requests for help started to pile up. Everyone wanted a hand.. and within his capabilities. He lended people help who needed it.. Much to the chagrin of the wealthier people in town.. Most of their requests were shoved to the side. Deemed unimportant to the orange blood. Why do they need his help? They have people.. they have ther fancy houses and money. They could find someone who couldnt do it..

He bok up a fight- between a rich teal, threatening a rust. Pushing a pistol in the rusts face.. Sawyer jumped to attention, quickly knocking the teal down. Giving them a bloody nose in the process and the Rust cowering in fear behind him. The teal began to spit venemous words his way- Traitor. What do We pay you for! Thief! Sawyer had never heard such before. Quickly puffing himself up and brandishing his pistol. Cocking it.. aiming right at the teal.

"You best get ta' steppin' before I put one between yer eyes."

"Filthy gutter bloods.. You'll get whats comin' ta ya'."

For the next week.. He'd check in on that rust.. before he found them dead. Their house trashed and their valuables missing.. The deputy clasped his shoulder.. comforting Sawyer with his words..

"Dontcha worry son, we'll find who did this ta' yer friend."

He never found out who did it..

He was later invited to dinner- by one ofthe wealthy purples in town.. along with the deputy. He never had the fancy clothes or the manners.. so all he could do was show up and act as he normally did. Watching the fancy liqour pop, poured into clean and shiny glasses. One was placed into his hands. He felt out of place, alone. Standing next to his mentor who seemed content drinking to his hearts content. The luxury food on the shiny plates.. the polished silverwear. Where was he? Hell? Where were all the lowbloods like him? The only one he spied seemed to be clutchin a tray of snacks nervously and attempting to avoid eye contact.. he frowned.. It was like a rock sat heavy in his stomach.

The purple turned to him.. Swirling a drink in her hands.. "You know boy-"

She pressed the glass to her lips, taking a dainty sip.. smearing her lipstick against the rim of her glass. Savoring it with a sound of content at the flavor. As if it was her favorite little treat at the end of the day

"Bad things happen when you don't play your part."

And bad things indeed would come.

He did not give it much thought, he moved on.. and the next few sweeps were full of his fun. Sleeping around with the men his age, seemingly leaving them all nursing broken hearts and broken spades in his wake. He didn't 'do' love. He didn't do that 'hate'. He had his work to do and it all got in the way of doing good for others. He frequented others beds and then turned to run their cousins errands. It was never anything personal.. But if you wanteda good time. No strings attached. His pretty face was the one for the job.

A hunting retreat with his mentor and some others at the station was the start of the bad..

Sawyer during this time was stopped by his teacher, pulled to the side for a lengthy.. heated conversation. His teacher had told him of what happened to people who went against the flow. Doing 'good' with nothing in return. Driving away the people who paid for their lives. Waht they do.. and Sawyer snipped back. What about the people suffering? The ones winding up dead? The ones with no money!? The ones turning to him and his deputy? What about them!? For the rest of the retreat.. there was only silence that hung over the air.

The further Sawyer continued down his path of helping others.. keeping the people in town afloat.. The further he seemed to be kept away from the highbloods.. and one day returning to his hive. He found it set ablaze. His lusus was beheaded, venom burnin through the very soil and rotting the trees. The garden.. the very life around his home was shrivling from the heat and the intense fumes from his lusus. He could do nothing but stare at the carnage. His 'Karma'. The bad things that would happen. The first time in his entire life.. Sawyer wept. His only home. His lusus. Gone.. Dead. He felt empty and he once again had nothing.

The townsfolk he had helped..along with a nearby ranch had all offered him a place to stay. Meals. Anything to help him on his feet.. and it was not an easy acceptance. But one he accepted with a heavy heart. Everything he had was gone. All his memories and worldly possessions.. The letters he exchanged with others.. Gone. He vowed he'd find who did this. He would. He would take in kind what they took from him. An eye for an eye.

He investigated.. and turned up empty handed.. Until his neighbor whispered to him.. telling him of the bloods that had stopped by his home.. and for the next few sweeps.. Sawyer began stealing from the high bloods properties. He had swiped multiple times in his childhood from the highbloods stores.. or snatched a caeger or two while they weren't looking.. It was time to seek his revenge. What home did he have left? Nothing to take from him. He would hit them where it counted the most- their capitol. Jewlery went missing. Shipped off and sold. Money. Vanishing. Goods, redirected or suddenly off their charts. It was havoc.. and eyes landed on the Orange. It was a silent war.. and Sawyer did not come to play.

While he picked himself back up onto his feet.. He had met a blueblood who passed through. He had never seen anyone like him before. Quiet.. Stoic. Tail with feathers and a vibe that he could not place. It was like looking at the stars and the moons.. and he was his savior during one fatful night. Making his way back to his bed of the night.. He was cornered and jumped. It was so abrupt and so sudden.. and it was so cold. Fridged. Like he had been dipped in a cold ice bath. Bleeding from the cuts- sore from the kicks.. he was lifted up, leaning onto his savior as he stumbled and fumbled. Unaware of the blood and trolls mangled behind him.. Justice had been served.. and the only thing he could think.. was why was he saved. Who saved him!? Who was this?

"Saver yer' breath kid. Yer safe. Don't go passin' out on me."

During Jaevyas stay in town.. Sawyer learned why he was there.. and why a red blooded woman was with him. Her hat was so large.. the veils hiding her face.. long hair.. She seemed to avoid his eyes every time she looked at him.. but the most focus he had was for his blue blooded savior.

"Why did ya' help me?"

"...I didn't realize I needed a reason ta' stop someone from gettin' hurt."

.. at the tail end of their stay. Sawyer was chased out of town.. and would be chased to his grave. Caught in the act of stealing from the purple blood who had invited him to dinner. He had fled as fast as he could, snatching someones horse.. fleeing into the country side with the sheriff, deputy and officials on his tail. It was no use. Bullets flying.. and them gaining ground. Sawyer ditched his horse in a futile effort to flee.. until he was cornered..

"All ya had ta' do was nod yer head.. Look at what ya' have become. Yer a filthy theif- stealin' from the very people who gave ya' yer life."

Sawyer drew his gun.. Pointing it at the group ahead of him..Sweat rolling down his brow..

"I'd rater die servin' tha people who need it, than some filthy hoity toity rich folk.."

The last thing that Sawyer remembered.. was the sound of shots being fired.. and how painful it was to breath... and the sound of bells jingling as he slowly slipped out of concious and into his eternal slumber.

"Come now Sawyer... you can't give up just yet.."

Present day

A new life has been gifted to Sawyer.. Rumors circled he had survived the shoot out. The only thing he knew.. Was he could not live in that town ever again. His face plastered on wanted posters.. Dead or alive. He would prefer to be dead.. but little did he know. He already was. It took some time.. scraping himself off the ground.. Traveling to the next town over.. all to start a new life. That ended up the same as the last.. stealing and moving..

Things were easier this way.. or so they seem. His current life.. is still being lived. Who knows what he's up to now?~

Future

Things aren't quite ready to be documented in history.. just yet.