I love Robin Hood.

Guy of Gisbourne was experiencing a ray of emotions. First came the numbness of shock, quickly followed by disbelief. Finally it was overtaken by anger. After all he had done for her, all those times he had protected her, and she had never loved him. This realization came as a crashing blow to Guy.

I love Robin Hood.

Suddenly, it wasn't Marian standing before him; rather, it was Hood, mocking him. Hood stood there, smirking at him. Reminding him what Marian had told him just seconds before, though it seemed like minutes, maybe hours; Guy couldn't be sure.

I love Robin Hood.

Guy moved forward, though he wasn't aware of it. He thrust at Hood with his sword, realizing too late that it had been Marian all along standing there. He looked at her, before realizing that his sword had not reached her. The hilt of his sword was still there, clutched in his hand along with an inch of the blade; the rest of the blade, however, was broken off, a bar mace having been thrown at it. The attacker revealed himself a moment later. He had red hair and tattoos that covered his torso. Guy vaguely recognized him from somewhere. The man made his way forward, just as Hood and his men rounded the corner on the other side. Guy was trapped, but oddly that didn't bother him.

"Marian," he pleaded. "Forgive me. For all the wrongs I committed. I-" his words were cut short as he noticed the Sheriff creeping up behind Marian, a sword in his hand. Guy was the only one close enough to stop him; Hood and his gang were caught up in an apparent reunion with the tattooed man. 'It didn't matter though,' Guy thought bitterly. He knew what he had to do.

"My lord, wait." He begged the Sheriff. It didn't stop him. This alerted Marian however, who turned around, quickly moving once more, this time between the King and the Sheriff. Vaisey smiled menacingly.

"Do you think, hmm, that I will let a foolish girl stop me from killing the King?" The Sheriff asked. "A clue: no."

"You promised she would not be harmed." Guy reminded him. The Sheriff sneered at him.

"Yes, well, I lied then, didn't I, Gisbourne?" He moved toward Marian, sword outstretched.

"I will not allow this." Guy told him.

"You don't seem to have much choice in the matter." The Sheriff snarled. Guy moved forward, disarming Vaisey with his broken sword.

"The plan was to kill the King, not Marian." He told him. The Sheriff's shoulders slumped, presumably in defeat.

"Your right," he conceded. "And the King is near dead anyway." He started to walk away, Guy following close behind.

"Gisbourne," The Sheriff began. "Do you remember what I said about failing me?"

"My lord?" Guy started, confused. The Sheriff turned to face him, plunging a hidden dagger into Gisbourne's chest. Guy stumbled backward, momentarily confused. He sunk to his knees and, seeing the dagger protruding from his chest, did the most unnerving thing. Sir Guy of Gisbourne, traitor to England and tool of the Sheriff, smiled. It wasn't a bitter smile, nor was it a heartless smirk; it was a genuine, happy, smile. And when darkness came for him, he embraced it.

Author's Note: If you guys want, I will continue this story. If you're lucky, I might even let Guy live.