Through his mind her words repeated over and over.

"I love Robin Hood."

Oh how those words seared at what little feeling remained in his heart. He was yet again faced with another sleepless night. It was only in his room where he found refuge. There he was high enough to cancel out the sounds of the village. Closing his eyes he took in a stifled breath through his weakened spirit. He was sick with regret, and pained beyond words. Forcing his eyes shut he attempted to sleep.

Suddenly the air burst above his head, whipping through the hot stagnant air, and penetrated loud into his headboard. Looking up he spotted a white feathered arrow imbedded inches from his forehead.

"Gisborne!" Came forth from and center grounds of the village.

Dread flooded throughout Gisborne's body, and for a second he questioned whether he should get up. But her words repeated in the back of his mind, building up his rage.

"He has come." He muttered to himself as he pulled himself up.

He staggered down the steps, using his sword to catch his balance. Servants of the house dodged him and slipped out to the back door. Once through he took in a big breath and yelled as he barreled toward Robin with sword held high. They fought like fierce creatures that were at the brink of death. Breathing heavily through snarled teeth. What short words of threat that came out were muffled by their exhaustion, and sounded like vicious growls. Gisborne, with every punch and kick he received, could feel his body give way more and more. But he could not let Robin win. No, he had to make Robin pay. Fortunately two guards came, and distracted Robin. Pulling himself up Gisborne caught sight of a small girl in the crowd. In a split second he ran forward and snatched up the girl, and high tailed it to the forest.

Running with the small squirming and kicking girl over his shoulder, Gisborne could hear the cries of the villagers close at his heels. With every step the trail became more rough. Nearly twice he tripped, and fell forward. As he came close to the edge of the cliff he slowed his pace.

"Gisborne, put her down!"

"Never!"

"Gisborne you-."

"What? I what ahh-"

Gisborne fell forward and dropped the girl to the ground mere feet away from the drop. A sharp burning pain was concentrated just below his ribs. Pulling himself up he looked down and found the sharp blood covered tip of a arrow sticking out. The second he grabbed it the burning built up all over his body and pin prick chills build up on the back of his neck. His vision blurred and he could taste blood in the back of his throat.

The towns villagers voices faded out. Through his few moments of clear vision he could tell they were rejoicing in his defeat. All were rejoicing but Robin. He had the same expression of pure rage on his face. Gisborne watched Robin as he pulled another arrow out of his quiver, and aimed another arrow at him. Gisborne closed his eyes and waited for his certain death. Taking in one last breath he felt the hard impact of the arrow hit him in the stomach and cause him to topple over to his side.

"Just kill me already Hood!" Gisborne wailed as he writhed in pain on the ground.

The villagers were silenced by this and looked on with confusion.

"No, not just yet. You don't deserve such an easy death. You deserve to suffer."

"Robin. No! Don't!" Cried Much.

"No! Don't you dare stop me!" Threatened Robin as he approached Gisborne and kicked him in the chest snapping one of the arrows.

"Robin that's enough!" Much cried again through the worried crowd.

Robin ignored this and grabbed Gisborne by the back of his hair and pulled him up, forcing him to his feet. "No you deserve the worst." Robin then gave him one swift kick to the center of the chest, launching him off the cliff and down to the raging rapids below.

Gisborne did not utter a sound beyond his loud exhale from the impact of his chest. His eyes were wide open as he lost sight of the piercing gaze of Robin, and confused faces of his men and villagers. Eventually all was a blur to him. The cool air and weightless feelings gave him a moment of bliss. Closing his eyes he pictured in his mind Marian. But all he could see was her pained face of when he plunged his sword in her. Tears streamed out from the corners of his eyes and trailed up into the air above him. Hearing the crashing rapids become louder he wince with trepidation with his impending impact. And then it happened, first with the immense pain all over his body where his joints and bones cracked with the impact, then the rush of stinging needles all over his body from the ice cold water. The pain was so intense he could not think, breath, or even move. The rapids enveloped him, and pulled him under. Any attempts to move were fruitless, the shock from the two arrow wounds would not allow him to move. So he gave up and let the current have its way, praying it would take his life quickly. In that moment of defeat he could not cry, or even feel remorse. He was empty, for once he was without any feeling.