Okay, this is my first fic I have posted on I have done other RH fics and don't think this one is that good. Plz comment and tell me what you think.

Chapter One-

If he could not get what he wanted, Robin would get the next best thing. If that wasn't available he could always take the next available target. And if he was truly desperate, as he was today, he would take the less desirable option. He would not get as much satisfaction. The former leader of the Black Knights was not that important to Robin in the long run, but he was determined to hurt the sheriff in some way, hurt Gisbourne. Robin could not let Marian go without a fight. She was dead, he knew it was true, and there was no chance of her return, and he knew that as well.

Robin knew it was wrong, he knew Marian would disapprove, he knew his gang was oblivious to his ulterior motive, but he needed something, something to make him feel like Marian did not die in vain. He needed to settle the score, to make himself not need her, to be able to let go. Plus, as leader of the king's guard, he would be nothing but praised for it. "Robin of Locksley," they would say, "Earl of Huntingdon, hero of Acre, savior of Nottingham, the champion protector of King Richard the Lionheart."

Now as Robin raced through Sherwood in wild pursuit of Matis Harridan, fallen crusader and leader of Vasey's notorious Black Knights, he pictured Marian and didn't know whether to stop dead in his tracks or continue in a blind fury. "Oi! Robin, come on," Allan swiftly rode past him.

The young outlaw leader pulled himself back into motion and followed the crowd of his gang, the king's soldiers, and Nottingham's guards deeper into the dark forest. After almost an hour into the chase, the group lost Harridan's tracks. "Master, what do we do now?"

"We search, Much. Allan, come with me. John, go with Much, head towards camp. Allan and I will continue along the path, meet at Locksley." Robin was tired but he loved being in Sherwood Forest again. He had not forgotten any detail about his former forest home. He still knew every rock, every tree, every cave, and most importantly every hiding place. "This will not take long at all," he thought. And he was right.

"Quiet……" Robin and Allan were in the middle of the forest now. They thought they heard the faint whinny of a horse, thought they could not distinguish it from the constant wooded noise.

The pair decided to dismount and split up. It was agreed they were less visible this way and much quieter.

As the lord of Locksley continued his manhunt, he spotted a figure resting against a tree. Robin approached from behind and was not heard until it was too late. "King Richard wins today, Harridan."

The man rose quickly and whirled around to face Robin. "He hasn't yet." The icy-blue eyes went through him, it was not easy to intimidate one of the outlaws though the Black Knight had. His light blond hair, and deathly white skin made his eyes look lighter.

"You die right here, right now. I will have my revenge."

"I never laid a hand on your sweet Marian if this is why you're after me. You're a grief stricken fool. If you want to avenge your lover, I am not the one to harm."

"You work for the sheriff," Robin spat. "Anyone who supports that wretched man deserved to die."

The King's advocate drew his sword and stepped forward. An unarmed Matis stood his ground. "May I meet you in hell, Hood."