Deadman walkin SCP-6289

1905 early June a man walks into a bar. He wears clothing similar to a cowboy. A mask covers his his mouth and nose. He sits and orders a whisky. But as soon as the bartender puts the drink down a crash of sound screams throughout the room. Smoke begins to rise of a gun in the mans hand as the bartender falls. The other patrons can’t even speak. The man says “Thanks for the drink”. Then another man says “That was my brother you monster”. The shooter replies. “Pity Now let me enjoy my drink”. “You should enjoy that drink it will be your last after all.” He mutters back to him. Before the shooter can reply the man blows his head off. The shooters hat drifts back on his neck. But then a strong sand storm sets. Weirdly its over in just a minute. A voice says “I don’t think I’ll quit drink’n partner”. “What your dead… I-I killed you!”. Ya I guess Ima dead man walk’n”. He then shots the man . The rest of the people just stare and say “please don’t hurt us”. “Im not gunna hurt y’all”. “Thank god”. They all cheer. “Now don’t be thank’n god yet… I never said I wouldn’t kill ya I just said it wouldn’t hurt”. In a flash he takes his revolvers and shots everyone dead in the just 10 seconds. Then he finishes his drink and leaves. Revealing somehow they didn’t hear that he killed everyone outside earlier. “Must of bin the music” he says. But one person got away. He reported it to the police but they didn’t believe him. He then told the Pinkertons (like the FBI back then). They took his report very seriously. They had been trying to get this guy for years. They didn’t believe any of the magic. But towns full of dead people is indisputable evidence. The SCP foundation quickly took notice. They took all files that the Pinkerton Agency had and asked the man for a description. He whore a black cowboy hat, a green and brown coat, a belt with a skull on it, black pants, brown boots and a dark red mask. Then they asked what weapons he had he said a rile, a shotgun, a lasso and two revolvers
. He warned them that he could shot them lightning fast. Of course they already knew this. But he knew more then he should have so they made him a D-Class and kept him by force. They asked ,posing as the Pinkertons, if anyone in the nearby towns had seen a guy meeting the description. A shop keep said that a guy bought ammo from who met the description and that he was camping near the river. They looked all night and they finally found them. Then they snuck up behind him and chloroformed him. As he was asleep they took all his weapons from him. Stuck in a cell where they dubbed him Class Euclid. They learned they could speak with him if some. He got to kill. So they would talk to him all day. But that night the same D-class that escaped from him. Was back in his clutches. “Crack was heard every night after that… The crack of a snapped neck. Too be continued….