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Hey here is a new story that I created after the ending of Inches From Death, hope you will enjoy this one as much as it, as I am trying to add suspense to the reader. R, R, and R.
Now Look Who's Playing God,
Pilot,
Blinded,
Gisborne was traveling silently through the woods back to Robin's camp, after he had been sent to Nottingham to pick up some blacksmith tools for arrow making. He rode as if he never had a care in the world, but his mount could sense something was wrong, as it whinnied occasionally, finally Guy reined in his horse, "Hey big fella what's wrong?" He asked, as he leant over to pat its neck reassuring it,
The horse nickered in return as if trying to tell him something, but Guy wasn't to know that a trap awaited him further down the road, after pausing to examine his surroundings he found no danger, so setting his horse to a canter, he continued his journey. Guy was the only one to have kept his horse, he was sure that he would have to get rid of it sooner or later, as they would not be able to care for it for very long, but the white stallion represented something to him.
On most occasions he would be riding a black mount, but this horse was nearly as white as snow, despite its flea-bitten texture, it represented the change he had made, the change from evil to good. From a life of seeing people suffer to a life of protecting those who suffered, and seeing to it that they got a fair and just way of living.
After he had helped Robin save their brother he had a newly found respect for the outlaw, maybe it was the fact that he too was an outlaw, or maybe it was the fact that Robin had helped him save something that he cherished, perhaps the only thing he had left in the world.
As Guy rode deep in thought, not really paying attention to the path ahead of him, he was unaware of the danger that lurked just ahead, because a group of soldiers including Isabella hid a few feet from the trail.
"Right here he comes don't pull the rope tight until I give you the signal." Isabella ordered, just a few more feet and Guy was in the right place,
"Now!" Isabella shouted, the soldiers then pulled the rope tight, this caused Guy's mount to trip and fall, throwing him to the ground, his head striking a stone as he went down rendering him unconscious.
Isabella walked over to her brother an evil smile widely spread across her features, she had caught the man that had caused her so much pain, and now she was going to see to it that he suffered, she had him in her grasp once before but Meg had freed him. Now she was going to see to it that he got exactly what he deserved, how she had longed for the day when she could inflict the same pain on him as he did on her, many times she had dreamed of it, but never had she thought the moment would arise so soon.
"Take him and put him on his horse, he shouldn't come around for a while yet." She ordered, as she watched the two men pick Guy up, and place him sideways across the saddle, she would see to it that he didn't die, at least not until she had done what she would have killed to do at a young age.
She and her men soon mounted their horses and rode back to Nottingham, a plan was already forming in her head, she would have to make Robin hate Guy so he wouldn't come to his rescue, and the best way she knew how to do that was to make him look like a traitor.
Outlaw's camp,
Allen sat on his bunk deep in thought, he wasn't thinking about the villagers of Loxley or even the sheriff, he was thinking about Gisborne, when he had switched sides he had worked for Gisborne. He had even deserted helping Marian to do as Gisborne said, but in the end he had returned to the gang, in a way he felt that he owed Guy something, after all he had protected him when the sheriff wanted to have him hanged, for what reason he didn't know.
In return for saving his life he had saved Gisborne's life when he led him to Robin's camp, when Robin would surely have killed him, even though Gisborne had suffered a mild injury to his leg he was relatively fine. He would never forget when he insisted that Guy get his leg checked, it was the lengthiest excuse he had ever heard, Guy had insisted that his leg was fine, but he couldn't deny the pain he felt whenever he took a step on it.
And maybe it was this that caused him and Guy to connect so quickly, and support each other almost as soon as Guy had joined their gang, Allen knew it was touch and go because Guy was still on probation, but he would do whatever he could whenever he could.
Nottingham,
Isabella led the soldiers back to Nottingham, feeling a sense of pride about her capture, as sadistic images flashed before her eyes, when in the courtyard she dismounted and had one of her men tend to her horse.
"Take my brother to the dungeons, when he wakes up bring him before me, I have some business to take care of." She ordered, as she walked up the steps into the castle that now technically belonged to her,
Guy's lifeless body was dragged down into the dungeons, where he was soon thrown mercilessly into a large cell, which had chain restraints hanging from the ceiling, he hit the stone floor with an audible thud, and he soon lay in a crumpled heap. Isabella soon walked into her chambers, and over to a desk that was situated in one of the corners of the room, she soon sat in a large wooden chair and brought out a piece of parchment, she soon dipped a quill in a pot of ink, and placed the tip to the paper.
"My loyal subjects of Nottingham I have a special proclamation regarding Robin and his outlaws..." She said to herself, as she began to scribble words onto the parchment, still the evil smile lingered on her lips, the plan she was about to set in motion was going to be a sweet one.
Outlaw's camp,
45 minutes had elapsed, Guy's arrival 45 minutes overdue, and Robin was beginning to worry, "I don't like it." Robin said, "Guy should have been back by now he's late." He finished, worry clearly detectable in his voice and features,
"Maybe he just ran into a few soldiers and it's taking him a while to get back." Allan offered,
"It wouldn't have taken him this long Guy's battles are relatively quick no matter which side of it he's on." Robin objected,
"We go to Nottingham." John said, he still didn't trust Guy and maybe he was looking for an opportunity to prove it,
"I agree with John we go to Nottingham and see where he is." Robin agreed,
Allen had a bad feeling that something had indeed happened, he didn't know what but he knew it was something, and he was almost afraid of what it could be. On the other hand Kate would readily accept something happening to Gisborne, because she still hadn't forgiven him for the death of her brother. John would readily accept it because he still believed Robin had betrayed the group by bringing Guy here, and Much just didn't want anything happening to his master, but inside he didn't trust Guy either.
Nottingham dungeons,
A while had elapsed since Guy was thrown into the dungeons, and now he began to stir, slowly he lifted himself up into a sitting position, one hand on the back of his head due to the pain that he found radiating there; his eyes tightly closed hoping it would help dull the aches. Slowly he opened his eyes only to find that the world around him was pitch black, he blinked several times hoping that his eyes would adjust to the dramatic loss of light but they didn't. He then realized that the room could have been shut off from all light whatsoever, and even the candles or lamps could have been extinguished, he fumbled his hands across the floor, his fingers sliding in the grate holes of stone tilling, and there was straw scattered about.
He could have been in a dungeon, as he remembered how it had felt when his sister had locked him up, as he would never forget being so close to death, and he would have died if it were not for Robin, who killed the executioner and shot a well aimed arrow at the axe, making it change direction.
He slid across the floor and leaned his back against the stone wall, his back resting against something that stabbed into him, he ran his hands aver it and found that it was a metal ring, more evidence that pointed to him being in a dungeon. He sat there silently his eyes closed as he found it helped with the massive headache he had, but as he sat there he heard a familiar sound, a crackling sound, the crackling sound of something burning, and judging from the sound it appeared to be above him. It was the crackling of burning candles, like the ones that burned constantly in the dungeons of Nottingham; it was then that reality hit him, a reality he hoped he would never face. Not only was he in the dungeons of Nottingham, but he also couldn't see a thing, and he was willing to bet it was caused by the lump he had on the back of his head.
He was blind and in this situation Isabella would surely take advantage of his vulnerability, and it wasn't long before he heard the rattling of keys in the lock to his cell.
"Who is it?" He asked, as he tried to rise to his feet,
"Isabella wants a word with you." The monotone voiced guard said, as he grabbed Guy by the arms and handcuffed them, he then dragged Guy onto his feet and out of the cell; Guy's arm collided painfully with the cell door as they exited.
He had no idea where he was being taken, until he heard his own footfalls on the hardwood floor of the great hall, the guard then placed his hand just under Guy's neck and thrust him to the floor, his knees met with the wood and he had to quickly put his hands infront of him so he wouldn't fall over.
He righted himself but kept his head bowed, unwilling to allow anyone realization that he was blind.
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