forum Let’s go have some fun before they put us in the ground (o/o) (gay cowboy meets even gayer time traveler)

Started September 25, 2023 by Deleted user

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Cyclops was crash landing on the worst hiding place yet- Earth. Everyone he knew from his old life knew he was fond of the place, for only the sheer variety and mortality these humans had. Cyclops didn’t have any friends in this era, however. He saw out the window a decently sized ranch, not the biggest property but one worth not hitting.

So with all his strength, he steered the wheel of the ship as far away from it as possible, landing himself about two miles away near a place akin to a wasteland, no plants, just dirt. Hopefully nobody saw that, but hope never got this alien very far, this was what he reasoned as he removed his blood-soaked shirt and assessed the wounds across his body. Mostly just a stab wound, not great but not terrible. The Elite bastard that had stabbed him had taken the knife out too, but Cyclops was nothing if not too stubborn to bleed out to one of those assholes.

He discarded the torn, bloodied shirt and hopped out of the ship’s roof, which had a massive hole in it due to being shot by a much larger Elite ship a few weeks ago that, whilst messed with the shields, didn’t do too much to the oxygen content besides make the ship stuffier as she compensated.

Poor girl, Cyclops thought, but immediately stumbled and collapsed to the ground as he tried to assess her damage. Maybe the stab wound was affecting him a bit more than he’d assessed initially. He took out of his pocket a strange device, a bandage combined with a mechanical mesh. That would be enough to hold the bleeding until he could repair the ship. He slapped the bandage across the wound, and tiny spikes dug into his flesh to hold the bandage and skin together so that he could move.

Still, Cyclops was dizzy and incoherent from the blood loss-oh, yeah, and he’d also been poisoned. Even worse! It wouldn’t kill him if he actually took care of himself, but then again, when did Cyclops ever do that?

He wasn’t sure which era he was in. Cyclops never had a good read on these things, he normally had to consult the ship’s shifting calendar but currently that was blown to smithereens. Cyclops allowed himself to collapse a bit more fully, lying on his side waiting for either death to claim him or someone else to finish the job, despite how Cyclops never wanted to die he was a bit queasy on the whole “continuing to live with a horrific stab wound” thing. He patted the side of the old girl from where he lay, trying to use her as a grip to stand up but failing and pulling himself into fetal position as the pain surged through his body.

Everything was as normal as it can be. Laurie hated the word, although that's what he would use to describe the whole day. He loved repetition. Days blending into one another. All he ever did was take care of the cattle, take care of Hercules, and whatever else was needed to be done for the day. Most of the time he was done with his tasks by 5:00. Today some of the cattle were slow and he went back to the house at 5:20.

Honestly, he cannot tell you what happened in between dinner time and when he went out for a night ride with Hercules. Probably the usual. It was like someone put him on autopilot just as he took off his hat and sat it down on a chair. Supper breezed by with little conversation between him, his ma, and all his sisters. After he collected all the dishes, he took his hat and opened the back door.

"Aye Laurie!" His ma called out, "Be back in half an hour, okay?" As he stepped onto the back porch, he looked over his shoulder, giving her a nod. Half an hour, that'll do just fine for him; for the time being at least. Next thing you know, tomorrow evening he'll be doing the same thing. His whole life is just going to be the same thing every day from now on. And he couldn't change it because that'd mean telling his ma and his sisters the truth…well he just couldn't.

These type of rides were only for 15 minutes anyways. Sometimes they went on for a bit longer and sometimes they didn't. It really depended on how heavy his mind was, not mention how much energy Hercules had in him. Problem was is that his mind was always heavy. Laurie secured his saddle on Hercules then led the horse out before hopping on up.

God only knew what happened in the following moments. Far ahead something huge had fallen and crashed. Hercules lifted his front legs while shrieking. Laurie clutched the reins, praying that he wouldn't fall off and get a concussion. It took a while to calm the horse down. Once he was able to regain control, he decided to venture further.

Whatever crashed could've had someone in there. Laurie couldn't tell if it was a small airplane or one of those ufos Irene reads about in those comic books. It was still a good distance off from where he was. His eyes are already getting bad too and he's too stubborn to admit that he might need glasses. Nevertheless, he made Hercules go steady as they approached it.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called out. Laurie got down from the horse, still holding the reins in his one hand. The cowboy only took two steps before stopping then repeating, "Anyone there? I don't mean no harm. The name's Laurie…"

Upon hearing the voice and hooves approaching, Cyclops groaned in pain, loud enough to hear but not enough to pinpoint the location of. Here he was sitting, slowly dying, and some stranger with dubious intentions approaching rapidly as his blood soaked into the dust. He didn’t make an effort to make himself seen, knowing that if this was the end he’d rather die alone than with unfamiliar company. Still, he let out an audible yelp of pain as a chunk of the ship’s siding hit the ground beside him, causing him to flinch and curl in on himself and damn near wail in agony.

Fuck, maybe he did need help. It took a minute, but Cyclops realized he really didn’t want to die. So he crawled from his little nook next to the old girl, and attempted to crawl into view of the sounds of approaching stranger(s?) in order to see if he could find any sort of help or companionship here.

Everything had seemed to be fine and normal. Now Laurie wasn't sure what was going on. Here he stood right in front of some sort of…ship? Aircraft? Ufo? Oh, he had no idea! It was dark out and maybe his eyes are already starting to go bad, but he just wasn't sure of anything now. Although he swore that he heard someone groaning near by. He pulled out his mini flashlight and started to look up and around, trying to pinpoint where the sound came from. The horse remained calm even as the cowboy tightened his grip on the reins.

Laurie started to walk around whatever the ship thingy was. Honestly he had no clue what to do first except for looking to see if anyone was there and, hopefully, alive. He looked high and low while saying things like "Is anyone here?" and "It's okay, I can help you." His voice was shakey, and unsure, but he meant every single word.

As he heard something move, the light from his flashlight landed on someone. He didn't know for he couldn't describe the person(?) that crawled out from the ship thing. Laurie's hand let go of the reins. Hercules remained still as his owner rushed to help the person out. "Hello? Can you hear me?" He asked, "Do you think you can get up and walk?" Only when he finished talking did he realize that the person in front of him was not really…well…human. The "person" had one eye, faint pale blue skin, green hair, and was huge. Definitely not human, but definitely in pain and need of help.