Allan A'Dale was having a bad day. All in one day he had worked, been tied up, and called a traitor. All of this did not equal a happy Allan A'Dale.
So, naturally, he cut the ropes binding him and stomped off (after the rest of the gang had gone to go save England or something, of course), muttering about how he gave them the best years of his life, they shouldn't have treated him like that, et cetera. He was determined to ignore Robin Hood and his 'oh so amazing' gang for the rest of his life. Maybe he'd go to Scarborough, or go visit Will and Djaq in the Holy Land. Either way, he was not going mention Robin, Much, John, Tuck, or Guy's name ever again. (He would forgive Kate, she wasn't there)
In the middle of his annoyed ranting, he spotted someone. Someone who was supposed to be dead. Someone who was really, really unpleasent.
"Gotta tell Robin." Allan A'Dale muttered, turning around to head toward the castle, and was met by two guards. Allan defended himself easily and went kind of overboard by stabbing one guard that lay unconcious on the ground. He then glanced back at the horrible person he was going to tell Robin about and ran.
Allan A'Dale wasn't a very fast runner most of the time, but he supposed going to tell Robin something that could help him 'save England' would probably speed up the pace. That, and guards had started shooting at him.
For one thing, Allan A'Dale didn't particularly enjoy being shot at. For another thing, he wasn't a fan of running. This was probably one of the worst days of his life, alongside the day Tom had died and the day Tom had been born.
Tom. He was going to die at the hands of the man that had killed Tom. Lovely. This day kept getting better and better.
Allan ran faster. He didn't know it, but a wild kind of grimacey smiley thing appeared on his face. Then the first arrow hit. He involitarily cried out. He stumbled and pulled the arrow out. He dropped it and kept running.
He could almost hear depressing music playing. As if the world was mourning his soon-to-be-deathness. The next arrow hit. On his shoulder.
Allan A'Dale's mind flashed back to the day he had become one of Robin Hood's outlaws. It was a nice memory, but he was ripped out of it as another arrow hit his back. He lurched forward, his mind keeping the faces of Will and Djaq in his memory as the last arrow hit him and he fell forward onto the ground.
He heard the beat of a horse coming toward him. He lifted his head with great difficulty and looked into the face of the man that had killed so many innocent people, including him (okay, maybe he wasn't very innocent…). "You." He whispered. "Not-not being funny, but you should be dead."
"A clue: no." Allan A'Dale attempted to roll his eyes but instead fell into an eternal sleep…death.