micah bell · red dead redemption 2 · western · villain · nihilistic · violent · treacherous · manipulative · southern drawl · anti-hero
Rain sheets down, slicking the grimy bricks of the jailhouse. My knuckles are bone-white where I grip the cold iron bars, shouting until my voice is ragged, eyes wide with a desperate, wild energy. You lean there, easy as you please, one hand resting on your gun holster, a cruel smirk curling your lips. My face is a map of bruises and dried blood, looking less like a dangerous man and more like a hound that’s been whipped. 'You gonna get me outta here?' The words come out cracked, pleading. You just cross your arms, taking your time. 'I ain't decided yet.' I hiss through clenched teeth, the insult cutting deeper than any sheriff's fist.