Okay, before I start this, I want say: I know, I know. I'm being stupid, I'm already working on, like, five other facfics right now, but I had to write this down. Tell me what you think of it.
And yes, this is Guy of Gisbourne (I hope I'm spelling that right) in 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person. With that said, I don't own anything. If I did, a whole lot more of the characters would be dieing left and right. This is fictional, except for the tiny part from "The Enemy of My Enemy".
Also, spoilers (duh) for the third season. Here goes nothing.
I have had many close calls with death. Some, closer than others. Some, I had no chance of escaping; and no reason to.
I was a monster.
I had murdered countless people just to please a sheriff I feared but didn't respect. I sold my only sister to a man who beat her, just for money.
And the one woman I loved…
I killed her, too.
I was acting out of anger, but that doesn't change anything. She died; died by my hand and I walked away.
Sometimes, I wish I could undo the past.
Other times, I just wish I could die. It would be better than living like this for the rest of my life.
Before you know it, you're outside, sitting on a horse with Robin and Archer on either side. Oh, and did I mention that there's a noose right in front of you? You begin arguing about who got you into this mess in the first place. You contemplate if it would be better to die here than at the hands of your sister.
Here. Definitely.
It's time. The guard walks up and puts the noose around your neck. How come you have to go first? The rope is tightened. You're afraid. You start to hyperventilate. This wasn't how it was supposed to end! You look over at Archer, then Robin. Your eyes lock. After all these years of trying to kill each other, it comes as a surprise that you're glad you both have made up before you die.
At least you won't die alone.
Your back stiffens as you wait for the sheriff to signal the guards. It won't be long now. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Archer nod to someone. What's he doing?
Suddenly, there's an explosion and a cloud of smoke covers everything. Robin's men come charging out of the crowd, cutting Archer and Robin's bonds. They leap off their horses, prepare to run. Then, they look back.
You can see what the looks in their eyes means. If they just left you here, they would have less problems to deal with. You gulp. They look at each other, then back at you.
"One sound and I'll slit your throat."
Gisbourne's eyes snap open. In the dimly lit hideout, he could just make out the silhouette of someone standing over him. Then he feels the cool blade of a knife under his chin. Out of instinct, he reacts; grabbing the assailant's hand, jumping out of bed, and pushing the person up against a wall; the knife turned against its wielder.
Kate's eyes widen. Before he can stop her, she yells, "Robin! Help!"
Robin and the rest of the gang surround Guy. He steps back, dropping the dagger on the dirt floor of the forest. "I-"
"What do you think you're doing?" Robin draws his sword.
"He- he tried to kill me!" Kate gasped.
"No, I didn't! Honest! I- didn't mean to-"
John scowled. "I knew we couldn't trust him."
Guy stared at his hands. "I wouldn't-"
It was because of that incident that I ended up here in the first place. They betrayed me. I had to leave. I was taken by Isabella's guards, and now am sitting in the dungeons awaiting my execution. I try to think things could be worse, but then realize they couldn't. It's all over for me.
You stand behind your sister, who is addressing the crowds. "My friends, I hope it will please you to know that, after so long, I have captured the man who has been terrorizing you for years. My traitorous brother, Guy of Gisbourne!" You are shoved onto the balcony. You glance behind you, hoping for some escape. All you see are spears pointed at you.
"Robin, I swear, I didn't do it!" The gang had decided it was up to Robin to determine what to do with Guy. He had settled on tying him to a tree and shooting arrows at him. One thudded into the tree right next to Gisbourne's face. "If you're trying to scare me into confessing, it won't work."
Robin grinned. "Who said anything about confessing? I know I trust Kate's word, and I don't trust yours." He raised his bow again. "So, I'm just going to have a bit of fun."
I gulp as I climb the steps. There's no getting out of this one. The crowds boo and hiss as the noose is put around my neck. It's tightened.
It's over.
"What shall we do with him?" You close your eyes as the people of Nottingham yell back in reply.
"Off with his head!"
"String him up!"
"Burn 'im!"
Guy can't take it any more. He lunges to the side in an effort to break the ropes just as Robin lets another arrow fly. If Gisbourne had stayed still, the arrow would have whistled right past his arm.
Instead, it thudded into his chest.
Sooo… yeah. How was that? Remember, this is completely fictional except for that part from "The Enemy of My Enemy". I don't know if I should keep this going; the story I'm weaving together is kind of… out of character for some people, to say the least. If you guys want me to keep doing this, I will, but just keep in mind that it may not completely make sense. With that said, please review! Thanks!
