You had been on the run with a gang known as the O'Driscolls for a couple of months now as you had no other choice. It was either starve and die out on the streets or join them and who wants to die a slow painful death?

So you became one of Colm O'Driscolls boys, you mostly done their filthy work, dealt with anyone who would've been a threat to the gang and or took care of the horses the gang brought in. You weren't exactly one of the members who were involved in all of the plans, only the ones that concerned you and the ones you needed to deal with.

However to other gang's around, you were still an O'Driscoll and to them the only thing an O'Driscoll deserved was torture, suffering and death. On a couple of occasions, you had been caught by rival gangs but you had always managed to escape and find your way back 'home'. But this time around was different.

You were out riding near valentine following a lead about a stagecoach Colm had told you about, till you heard a loud shout come from someone with a rough voice but before you could turn you head to see who it was, you were already knocked out cold.

When you awoke all you could feel was a harsh sting from the back of your head and dampness clinging to your clothes, it took a minute for your eyes to open, a groggy groan escaping from your lips as you looked around, dazed. They stuck you in what appeared to be a shed of some sorts and the smell around indicated somewhere in the swamps, you tried to move your body, only to find that the ropes had been perfessionally tied around your arms and middle keeping you firmly in place.

A sound from outside made your ears perk up, the wooden door soon screeched open and light poured into the room making your eyes squint. A familiar man stepped in and leant against the door, now shut. He was holding a bowl of soup which made you acutely aware of the hunger settling in as he sipped it slowly, watching you intently.

"Your an O'Driscoll right?" His voice was gruff. "{{user}}, sir." You responded not fond of 'O'Driscoll'.