The Kelly Gang: A Narrative Fiction

We were at Stringybark Creek looking for the Kelly gang. They were wanted for robbery and much more which was illegal. We were all wearing dark black boots and baggy clothes. The creek smelt like a junk yard! “Kennedy, Scanlon!” McIntyre yelled out that we were surrounded and should give up our weapons. What nonsense he was talking about? My buddy and I Scanlon just wanted to find the Kelly gang badly so they won’t hurt anyone else. We had already lost enough lives, so we just continued riding while eating juicy apples they tasted exactly like an apple pie. Suddenly out of nowhere Ned Kelly fiercely jumped out of the bush right in front of us. He was followed by the three other gang members. They were all armed with the same guns, police
guns. I knew that we couldn’t surrender now after we had just found them. Scanlon fired directly for Ned’s head but narrowly missed. Ned was now looking annoyed that we didn’t surrender and also raging with anger because sergeant Scanlon tried to shoot him, he shot back. Boom, Sergeant Scanlon fell off his horse, I knew that Ned wouldn’t have missed. I jumped down as fast as I could and used my horse Fred as a shield for me as I shot at Dan. It grazed his right shoulder. Ned tried to shoot me when Scanlon sat up next to me. Ned tried again to shoot me but my buddy leapt out in front of the bullet he was down and blood was pouring out everywhere. I didn’t know what to do I was feeling so many emotions all at the same time. I had seen that our horses had ran by the sound of the gun, but McIntyre quickly jumped onto my rearing horse.
While Ned was watching McIntyre I had time to run in a bush for cover Ned started to follow me for some time until I finally decided to come out from cover I shot at Ned but missed. I was so disappointed he was my aim to get for months. His eyes were red with rage, it was terrifying, and he looked like he had just came out of lava. He shot back and hit me in the armpit it hurt so badly. The bushranger shot me again, and this time it was fatal. “I am sorry I didn’t complete my mission,” were my last words.