Fic: The Man Comes Round At Last 7/7 The Magnificent Seven/Dead Like Me
Title: The Man Comes Round At Last. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own The Magnificent Seven or Dead Like Me. Characters: Chris, Ezra Words: 311 AU: Dead Like Vin. Prompt: Huntersglenn suggested a 'Ghost Town' like fic. Fandom: The Magnificent Seven/Dead Like Me Pairing: N/A Rating: General Warnings: Angst Summary: Chris has to face the inevitable. Author's Note: The rise of the reaper. ______________________________________
Leaning against a post in front of Ezra's saloon, Chris chewed on his cheroot. At one time he had considered lighting it. The brown mess he had made of it put an end to that. Not that this bothered him. His worries were settled upon the paper in his pocket.
He sensed the presence behind him before he heard the footsteps. It was Ezra, of course. The man never let him be alone if he could help it since this all started. Chris knew that his actions upset the southerner something terrible. That partially made up for having to go through this nonsense.
None of this changed the facts, though.
Pulling the cigar from his mouth, Chris spit the built up saliva at the buzzing flies. The morning was slowly building today. It was going to be an oven after mid-day. That meant it would be best if got started off now.
"Are you certain you would not welcome my presence?" Ezra picked at the cloth in his cuff. The faded red color contrasted with his white skin. "I can recall my first..."
"Stay out of this, Ezra." His voice held a hint of the anger he was feeling. The current state of his existence left him feeling many things. This only served to stoke his ire.
Sighing, Ezra kept well out of the sunlight. His eyes were no longer blood shot, but his fatigue was still clearly visible. "Very well, Mr. Larabee. If you insist." His gaze fell over the taller man's back. "Perhaps now I may rest easy in my own bed."
"No one told you to put me there." Annoyed at the entire situation, not just the conversation, Chris stomped off the porch. His first step on the ground kicked up a lot of dust.
He had a familiar black-haired man to track down and take his soul.