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Setting: small village with the brotherhood after arya/gendry have been taken. Gendry already swore to them and is a knight. They know arya is a girl
Set about 5 years older than the books Arya- about 15 Gendry- about 20
Chapter 1
"We have to find permanent shelter winter is coming" –Arya says while washing a sweaty officers shirt.
"What are you a bloody Stark?" one of the men, who the brotherhood calls Leo, replies.
"Of course you idiot, can't you see it, I'm the pretty little Sansa girl" Arya says sarcastically. She can't help feeling a pang of loneliness in her stomach from the separation to the family she had left.
While she was dazing about her family, the man harshly back handed her across the face, it's on fire. Everyone near them stops what they're doing to see what the hot-blooded girl will do, how she will react
She swiped her hand under her nose and it comes back covered in blood.
"That wasn't necessary" Says a familiar voice tell the man.
"What do you care SER bull boy. Just leave me be."- Arya snaps at the guy she thought was her friend. They hadn't had a full conversation since he swore himself over to them.
Bloody traitor. You could've made swords for a King, not these outlaws.
Gendry sighs and carries on with his duties, like the rest of them. Arya curses them all under her breath. Especially the man called Leo. She added the new name to her list.
Joffrey, Cersei, the Tickler, Polliver, Illyn Payne, the Hound, the Mountain, Ser Amory, Leo.
The names kept adding up.
Arya is still reeling from the incident earlier in the day. Furiously eating supper in the hall with the rest of the brotherhood.
Gendry comes up and sits next to her, she looks at him and he looks like he's about to say something, but she silences him with a look and they continue eating, without saying a word.
Arya notices the man that struck her stumble out of the hall, clearly drunk. She knows this might be her only shot of revenge so she quickly finishes her supper and follows him.
Up the stairs of the inn she looks through rooms to find the drunk man. The 3rd door she opens is the one. She slips in silently and grabs the dagger on the floor next to his boots. She sneaks up and stands over the sleeping drunk man. Raising the blade above her head she looks down at him for a moment before stabbing him in the chest where she assumes his heart is.
Blood pours out of the wound as she pulls the blade out and she hears a gasp from outside the room in the hallway.
A young squire is standing outside the open door with a pile of clothes at his feet, eyes bulging out of his head in shock. Arya jumps away from the man and runs toward the boy.
He runs away from her and downstairs.
Arya goes after him.
By the time she reaches the hall the squire is already talking to another officer. Gendry looks from the squire and man talking, to her then down at her hands with a confused and worried look on his face.
She looks down to see blood covered hands and quickly tries to wipe them away on her breeches. Arya looks up towards the officers and the squire to see them coming towards her. She makes a move to run for the door but is grabbed as she turns. A big man with a dark scraggly beard grabs her arms and keeps her in place.
When the officers reach her they seize her roughly and take her around the back of the inn towards the stables, Arya kicking and fighting the whole way. She ends up landing an elbow to the mouth of one of the men which results in hard slap in the face for the 2nd time that day.
The men roughly throw her down next to a stall and bind both hands to a wooden post. Her hands are tied towards the bottom of the post and she is forced on her stomach by the man tying her feet together.
"Maybe we can finally put you to use little bitch" the officer says while roughly finishing the binds at her ankles. "you know the only reason you haven't been touched yet is because of that damn promise to not harm the women, but I'm going to enjoy the feeling of your little cunt"
"GO TO HELL"-screams arya, spitting at him, trying to kick him, anything to get him away from her.
The other men laugh and walk back towards the hall. She stays tied up next to the stables for what seems like an hour, continuing to try and free herself from the bindings but only succeeding in cutting up her wrists.
She gives up momentarily.
So this is it, there's no way I'm getting out of this one.
Arya thought back to how she had somehow managed this long to keep from getting raped, there had been close calls but she never felt completely helpless, like now. She's pulled from her thoughts by approaching voices.
She looks back, it's the man with the scraggly beard who kept her from running from the inn.
"Well, well, well, seems to me we've got us a new whore. Pity you'll only last the night."
Arya's heart drops. He laughs and walks away. They're not just going to rape her, they're going to kill her after too.
She starts fighting against her restraints harder, and harder still, until blood seeps from her wrists down her arms and tears run down her cheeks. It's no use, she cannot free herself so she stops to save her energy for later, when she'll really need to put up a fight.
The sun is starting to set when she hears a commotion begin. It's the sound of men yelling, laughing, and grunting with thumps and cracks along with jeers of "kick his ass" and "come on you sorry whoreson, get up". It's sound like a big fight to her, but without the singing of steel on steel contact.
She's trying to understand whats happened, but hears only the sound of men hitting men, and other men hitting the ground. This continues for a bit but slowly starts to fade and then finally comes to a stop. There is silence for another hour or so. The waiting is what's killing her the most. Her mind restlessly preparing herself for what's ahead.
Chapter 2
The sun has just set when she hears footsteps and voices coming up from around the stable.
"Lucky buggar, I almost had there for a moment" she hears a voice
"Second in line is better than 9th I guess" says another voice
Arya guesses there to be two men behind her but she refuses to look. She refuses to give them the satisfaction of the frightened look she knows is plastered to her face.
Her breath quickens, her heart pounds, she braces herself for the pain as she hears someone approach her. She feels the man kneel behind her, feels him run his hands from the bindings on her ankles, up her thighs, and finally stop when he grasps her small waist.
She feels the bile rise up in the back of her throat. Her mouth is dry and her ears are ringing.
The man behind keeps one hand on her hip and runs the other up her back and brushes away the hair on her neck. She feels the warm breath on her ear and wants to wretch.
"I'm not going to hurt you Arya"
Gendry. It's Gendry. He is going to be the first to rape me.
Part of her is in shock, the other part wants to break down and cry. Why would he do this to her, he was a part of her pack, they took care of each other. They hadn't been the best of friends as of late, but how could he do this?
She felt betrayed, then her mind wonders to how long they have been travelling together. Almost a year, and he knew she was a girl almost the whole time. If he wanted to take her, hurt her, he would have done it already. He was beyond strong enough to overpower Arya, and had more than enough opportunity to do so.
Her mind is still reeling when he says too loudly "Now don't you fight when I take your clothes off"
Arya hears men's laughter behind her, then feels Gendry fumble at the bindings on her wrists, then ankles, untying her from the rope.
"What do ya think yer doing boy?" asked a harsh voice behind them.
Gendry flips Arya over on her back when he is through with the bindings. She looks behind him to see two large men from the brotherhood watching, waiting for their turn. She looks at Gendry with frightful eyes. His blue eyes looking intently into her grey ones.
He tilts his head but never takes his eyes off of her and yells back, "I don't know 'bout you but I'd sooner look on her pretty little face as I fuck the senses from her."
He looks apologetic, then he gazes up above Arya for a second, then back down to her.
She's confused,but looks up as well to see grooming tools hanging on the stable wall. They aren't swords or crossbows, but they were metal, and would cause damage.
He's not going to hurt me. Gendry wouldn't hurt me.
Arya feels hopeful for the first time in hours and looks at up at Gendry who is still hovering above her body. Again she looks past him to the other two men. They could take them, Gendry alone could take them. It would be easy.
She looks back to Gendry, excited. Shes ready to fight. They could escape.
"OY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS TAKING SO LONG!" yells one man
"I'd like to finish before winter boy, hurry up." says the other
Arya's breathing hard, her stomach flutters as she sees Gendry leaning down. She's about to ask what the hell he's doing when suddenly he places a soft kiss on her lips, she doesn't fight, too stunned to comprehend what is happening.
What did he do that for?
He looks at her for a split second, hair falling over his brow, then bolts up, dragging her along with him. Once she's on her feet he runs to the men and the fight begins. Arya wastes no time getting to the tools hanging on the shed wall.
She grabs the most dangerous looking ones then runs back to the men. Gendry is holding his own against them but it won't be long before the noise raises suspicion and others come to see what is happening. Arya takes the heavy metal object in her hand and slams it into the back of one of the mens head.
He drops to the ground. Arya prays he's dead.
Gendry smiles at her then makes quick work of knocking out the 2nd man with a single blow. He's strong, she reminds herself.
They stand there breathing heavily and looking at each other until Gendry turns to the stable. Arya checks the men for money and weapons before making sure they're both dead.
Valar Morghulis
She makes her way to where Gendry went with 2 daggers and a purse full of coppers.
Gendry appears with 2 horses.
"We need to be far away when they find these two" He says handing her the reins of a chestnut brown mare.
"Well duh, Ser stupid." she replies
He smiles that stupid bull-headed boy smile and Arya rolls her eyes.
She returns the smile before grabbing the reins and jumping on the horse. He follows and they head off quickly into the woods.