Chapter 76 - My SI Stash #76 - Red Dead Salvation by Spartan Joseph-122 (Red Dead Redemption)

*SI into RDD, before the Blackwater Massacre~

(｀_´)ゞ Story for the real gamers

Sypnosis: What if you had a chance to make a difference for the lives of so many people? Even if those people weren't real in your time? Thomas White, a city boy from the present time finds himself brought into the world of RDR2 in the year 1899. He knows how the game ends originally but now has a chance to make changes for the Van Der Linde Gang. Rated M for violence, language and s.e.x.

Rated: M

Words: 60K

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Chapter 1+2

Red Dead Salvation

Foreword

My name is Thomas White. My friends and family usually refer to me as Tom. When I was little, everyone called me Tommy.

To anyone who reads this journal, know that everything I write is the absolute truth. No matter how strange it all sounds, I promise that none of this is made up.

If this journal is found in my dimension, this is the story of how I survived a completely new world and made changes in the lives of my new friends and the people I have grown to love. And how it changed me into a better man.

And to anyone who finds this in the world I was brought into, this is the story of a man from another time and place. And how I was able to change the world for the people I grew to love and care about.

These people are:

Dutch Van Der Linde

Hosea Matthews

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Bill Williams

Javier Escuella

Abigail Roberts Marston

Jack Marston

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Charles Smith

Lenny Summers

Molly O'Shea

Sadie Adler

Tilly Jackson

Sean McGuire

Reverend Orville Swanson

Susan Grimshaw

Kieran Duffy

Karen Jones

Simon Pearson

Uncle

Josiah Trelawny

Leopold Strauss

These people took me in when no one else would. This is the story of how I was taken from one and into another one.

December 10, 2018

To anyone who finds this journal and has already noticed that I'm from the future, bear in mind that I'm from another dimension in which the events that happen in this story did not happen in my country's history. Meaning that while the events that have happened are real, they weren't real in my world.

But here's a little backstory of my life.

At the time of this entry, I'm 28 years old, 6' tall, 200 pounds and an average build. And so, you all know what I look like, I'm a Caucasian with brown hair and blue eyes. And preferably I liked having facial hair but because of the job I had, I either had to keep it short or had to shave it frequently.

I was living in New York City with my dad, stepmom and our two pets. A dog named Tucker and a cat named Bootsie (out of those two pets, I miss Bootsie the most). I had an older sister who had recently married her boyfriend after being together for 10 years. I lived a relatively peaceful life and nothing exciting. Little did I know how much that was about to change.

I had just returned home from work. It was another long night at the job. But the job paid well and the people I worked for appreciated what I do for them. I worked the night shift 5 nights a week and I usually slept during the day. My usually routine was that I would come home, take care of the pets, get something to eat, take a shower and then go to sleep. Sometimes I would play a game before I go to bed. And ever since Red Dead Redemption 2 came out, I've been unable to put It down. I had already beaten the game once and I wanted to see what would happen if I had made some different changes.

After I took care of the pets and got some breakfast, I decided to play for a while before I took a shower. I had just started a new game and was watching the opening cutscene when all the sudden I started to feel really dizzy. At first, I thought it was because I was tired. But there have been times where I didn't go to bed until noon, so I knew it wasn't that. I then thought maybe I ate something funny, but It wasn't anything I didn't normally eat in the morning. The last thing I remember was that I fell back into my bed and I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I found myself laying on the floor and I was in another city. But it was a lot smaller than Manhattan and It looked as if it wasn't finished being built yet. Buildings were still under construction and there was more space than anything in Manhattan.

When I stood up, I realized that I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing when I lost consciousness. I was wearing a black Express shirt, a pair of jeans and my timberland boots. I also still had my wallet, my keys, pocket knife and my cellphone in my pockets. I reached for my cellphone and called my dad but there was no answer. It said the number I was calling wasn't in service. I tried calling my mom, my sister and my brother-in-law and got the same results.

I turned off my phone and decided to ask anyone around If they could help me. As I started to look around, I had a feeling that I was in some real deep shit. Because when I looked at the people in the town, I realized that they were all wearing clothes like the ones you would see in a spaghetti western or any other western movie for that matter.

I had turned the corner of the street when I bumped into a young lady. She had reddish brown hair, freckles on her face and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen on a woman.

"Beg your pardon miss."

"No trouble at all sir."

But as she was turning the corner, I couldn't help but feel as if I've seen her before. I was about to continue my way when I heard screaming coming from the direction I had just left. I ran back and saw the young lady being held by the throat by another man. The man had the look of a thug. Someone you didn't want to mess with. He looked all muscles and little to no brains. He was about 6'6 feet tall. I heard him say to her:

"You little bitch! You think you can steal from me and get away with it?!"

"I haven't taken anything from you sir! Now please let me go! You're hurting me!"

"Oh, I'm about to do a lot more than hurt you! Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to damage your pretty face. The rest of your body, on the other hand, I intend to do a lot to."

As soon as I heard that, and I saw the way he looked at her, I knew I had to do something. No matter where I was, I would try to help someone. It was in my nature to help anyone in need. I stepped out and shouted:

"Hey!"

He turned around and saw me standing with a small pocket knife in my hand.

"Put the lady down and walk away."

The let her go and said to me:

"F.u.c.k off freak! This is none of your business!"

"You are holding that little lady and what you plan to do to her makes it my business."

"Why? Do you know her?!"

"No. But if there's anything I hate more in this world is a bully. And you're nothing more than bully who's so ugly he'd make a hippo look beautiful."

He let her go and started walking in my direction.

"Say that again."

"I said: "the hippo called! He wants his body back!"

"All right freak. Now you have my attention."

I saw him pull something from his belt. I could tell that he was holding a Bowie knife. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. For all my tough talk, I've never actually been in a knife fight before and this guy looked like he knew how to use it. But there was no going back now. I hoped that because I was smaller than him, it would give me an advantage. I was about to find out. I flicked my fingers and taunted him to come at me.

He came at me bellowing like a grizzly bear and swung his knife to cut my throat. As if on instinct, I ducked under him and stabbed him in the shoulder. Now he was mad. He bellowed with rage and grabbed my wrist and tried to stab me in the chest. Using my other hand, I grabbed his wrist and tried to hold it back. But It was getting closer.

"Once Im finished with you, I'm going to take my sweet time with her."

That gave me my second wind. I moved my right leg so that the knife went past my head. I then grabbed him by the shoulders and head butted him. I said to myself:

"That wasn't a good idea. They make it look so easy in the movies."

I was starting to feel dizzy again, but I had to keep going. Unfortunately, the thug was back on his feet and charging at me before I could see clearly. He charged at me with such force that it had me on my back and pinned to the ground. He started to punch me in the face and in my chest. I thought he was going to beat me to death. And then found his knife and held It above me.

With one arm holding me down and the other holding the knife above my chest, I punched him in the face and held his wrist with my one free hand. I knew I drew blood because I could see it coming from his mouth. Once again, it was getting closer to my chest and unlike before, I couldn't move my legs as he had those pinned down as well. My first knife fight and not only was I was going to lose the fight, but I was also about to lose my life. I closed my eyes and prepared for the final blow.

I then heard a roar of pain. The man released me and put his hands on his side. I realized that there was a fresh stab wound there. I saw the young lady holding my pocket knife and there was blood on it.

"Now you're really going to get hurt you little cunt!"

He ran straight towards her. Without any hesitation or any other thoughts in my mind, I grabbed his knife and ran after him. Just he was about to grab her, I jumped on his back and started stabbing him in the chest. He continued to roar in pain and tried to reach for me, but I continued to stab him. After stabbing him six times in the chest, I stabbed him in the neck and his body collapsed to the floor face first.

I warily stood up and after removing the knife from his neck, I asked her I she was all right. She nodded.

"I'm very glad to hear that."

I smiled. Luckily, all my teeth were still there. But I had a cut lip and my mouth was hurting. Along with my face and my chest. I knelt and helped her up to her feet.

"And thank you. For saving my life."

"Well thank you for coming to my rescue."

She kissed me on the cheek. I blushed. But after the adrenalin rush, my injuries were starting to take their toll. The last thing I remember was falling and her arms catching me. I vaguely remember hearing voices shouting:

"Help! Someone please help! This man has been hurt!"

I heard footsteps approaching and then, everything turned black.

Author Notes

Greetings my fellow outlaws! This is my first ever Red Dead Redemption story. I've seen a lot of stories where either Arthur is given a second chance in life or someone is transported to the past and becomes a part of the history of RDR. I thought I would do something a little different. I wanted my character to be transported into the game but in their world, it's all history. So, I thought it was a neat idea worth trying.

The name I chose for my character is a combination of Thomas Jane and Colt White. For those of you who don't know, Thomas Jane, who played as Frank Castle in the 2004 Punisher movie, also did the voice Colt White in the GUN video game, a criminally underrated western game.

Please read and review! Thanks and I hope to hear from you all real soon!

Chapter 2

April 10, 1899

Great Plains, West Elizabeth

When I woke up, my head was still hurting, and I still couldn't see clearly. But my other senses were working fine. I heard rushing water and knew I was near either a stream or a river. I smelled fresh pine trees and knew I had to be somewhere in the woods. It felt like I was sleeping on either a sleeping bag or one of those portable mattresses.

My sight was starting to come back to me. I realized that I was laying in a tent big enough for two people. I was laying on my back and I realized that my chest was wrapped in bandages. I also felt a bandage wrapped around my head.

I started to sit up and moved my feet on the floor. I knew I was somewhere in the woods, but my feet were touching a hardwood floor. I was about to try standing up when I heard a woman's voice saying:

"Oh no! You shouldn't be standing! Not yet anyway! You're still hurt!"

I tried telling her that I was fine but when I tried to stand up, my legs were weak, and I landed back on the bed.

"I don't want you to say, "I told you so". So, I'll admit that you were right."

I lay back down on my back. I heard a wet towel or washcloth being ringed. As I laid there, I saw who I was that was taking care of me. The same young lady I saved before.

"Either this Paradise or Hell is trying pull a trick on me."

"Why do you say that, sir?"

"Because you are too beautiful to be from this world."

"Oh stop! You're making me blush!"

"Then I guess that means I'm doing my job well."

I winked at her and she blushed more. She removed the bandages from my head and put the wet washcloth on my forehead. She asked me:

"How are you feeling?"

"Truth be told, not the best."

She smiled and then said to me:

"You foolish man. What were you thinking? Risking your life for a complete stranger?"

"Well I was thinking that you needed help. And it's my nature to help people. Besides, I wasn't going to let some prick try and **** a beautiful young lady like you."

I heard a man's voice this time.

"And for that, we owe you a debt of gratitude my good man."

I saw a man that looked to be in his early 40s. A Caucasian man with black hair on his head and a black mustache. He had brown eyes and seemed to be very fit for his age. He had rings on both of his hands and had a pair of Schofield Revolvers. He was wearing a very nice suit and an awesome hat.

As soon as I saw him, I knew who he was. Dutch Van Der Linde. Leader of the Van Der Linde Gang and one of the most wanted men in the Wild West But I played it cool and didn't let him know that I already knew who he was.

"We owe you a debt of gratitude for what you did. You saved Ms. Gaskill's life."

I replied and said:

"It was nothing sir."

"Nothing? In all my years, I've never seen anyone take on an O'Driscoll with a knife and win. Especially someone with a knife as small as this one."

I saw him holding my pocket knife. I said to him:

"Well I didn't think he was going to take me seriously if I didn't have anything in my hands. So, it was either that or nothing."

"Well I for one, commend you for your bravery Mr…"

"White. Thomas White. But folks call me Tom."

We shook hands. He had a strong and firm grip. He could sense the same about me.

"Well It an honor and a pleasure to meet you Mr White. I'm Dutch Van Der Linde. And I see you've already had the pleasure of meeting Ms Gaskill."

"Oh please. Just call me Mary-Beth."

I held out my hand and we shook hands.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you properly Mary-Beth."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr White."

"Also Dutch, I would really appreciate it if you called me Tom or Thomas if that's all right with you."

"You've got it, my good man. When you're feeling better, have a look around. There are some people here who would like to meet you. It seems that you've drawn quite the crowd with my gang."

"Will do sir."

Dutch left me and Mary-Beth in the tent while he went to join the rest of the gang. I still couldn't believe it. Not only was in the same place as the Van Der Linde Gang but I just shook hands with Dutch Van Der Linde. I thought to myself:

"If this is a dream, please don't wake me up."

I looked at Mary-Beth and asked her:

"So how long have I been here?"

"Just a day. I brought you in here yesterday."

"I'm surprised you didn't just take me a doctor in the city."

"Well I wasn't certain how bad your injuries were. And besides, we don't have spend that much money if we take care of each other here. Plus, I felt responsible for getting you into that mess."

"I already told you, it was no trouble at all. I would have done that for anyone who was trouble."

"Well thank you anyway for what you did."

"It was my pleasure. So, has there been anyone else that has been taking care of me since I got here?"

"Mostly it's been me. But Tilly, Karen, Abigail and even Mrs. Grimshaw have all pitched in to help."

"Dutch wasn't fooling. I really have drawn a crowd."

"Oh, you have no idea. It wasn't just your bravery that got everyone's attention."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. For one thing they're curious about your clothes. We've never seen clothing like that before. Where are you from?"

I wanted to tell her the truth, but how could I tell someone that not only am I from the future but I'm from a world where all these people were originally in a game? So, in a sense, these people never really existed in my world. I could never tell them that. They would either think I was crazy, or it would shatter them. So, I told her a half truth.

"I'm from Manhattan."

"Really? What's that like?"

"It's never boring there that's for sure. You wouldn't believe how big the buildings are. Some are so big you would think that they would be as tall as mountains or trees."

"Wow."

"Yeah. And in the center of the city is Central Park. It's our own little patch of heaven in middle of all those buildings."

I continued to tell her about what New York was like, but I was careful not to tell her too much. And when asked me what I was doing so far from home, I told her that I was writing a novel and I wanted to find some inspiration in the Wild West. And I told I think I found some.

She then told me that she really enjoyed reading and wanted to write stories too. And we just started talking about books we enjoyed. I figured it was okay if I told her about some of my favorite books from my time because they wouldn't be made or known in this world. But after a while, I asked her:

"Just out of curiosity, how long should I stay in bed?"

"Just a day or two at the most."

"So, does that I mean I get to see more of you in the next few days?"

"Oh, hush up you. But yes. You'll be seeing me and probably the other girls for the next few days."

"I look forward to it. But seriously, thank you for saving my life."

"Well thank you for coming to my rescue."

I reached for her hand, brought it close to my face and kissed it.

"You're very welcome."

She blushed and excused herself. Saying that she needed to get more bandages. I could hear the ladies giggling. I didn't know about what, but I assumed it was about me.

I just laid in wondered where I was exactly. Because I remembered that when I started the game, it was just when the opening credits were starting when I blacked out. If I had started at the beginning of the game, I would have ended up in the snow storm they were in at the beginning. And I remember Mary-Beth mentioning the names of all the girls except one: Sadie Adler.

Which could only mean one thing: Somehow, I had been transported into the game before the Blackwater Massacre. Which means I was about to either witness or hear about the botched robbery that started all of it.

I kept these thoughts to myself. I pondered about wether telling Dutch that the robbery was going to fail or if it was too soon to do something.

First things first. I needed to be able to stand on my own two feet and then I would prove myself to them and show them that I can be useful and that I want to be a part of them.

So, for the rest of the day, I laid in bed and gathered my thoughts. I had the pleasure of being cared for by Mary-Beth. She changed my bandages a couple of more times and she even brought me some fresh stew made by Mr Pearson. She offered to feed me, and I told her that it was nice of her to offer, but she didn't have to if she didn't want to. Eventually we came to a compromise. If I was still feeling lightheaded, she would feed me. If not, I would feed myself. I was able to eat most of it myself but after a while, I was starting to feel tired, so she fed me the rest of it.

I asked her to give my compliments to Mr Pearson and she said she would. Then she came back and put a blanket around me. I then said to her:

"I have a feeling I'll be feeling better in the morning. I'm not going to lie, I'm going to miss having my own personal nurse."

"Oh, shush you. But I am glad you're feeling better."

"All thanks to you and your friends. Well tomorrow, I'll properly introduce myself to the rest of the gang. Have a good night Mary-Beth."

"Good night Thomas."

I saw her leave and I let my eyes shut and I fell asleep. I don't know if it's because I was sleeping in place with less noise or because I had so many people taking care of me, but I fell asleep quickly that night.