Disclaimer: I, AbbieNormal182, of Irish descent, daughter of the Fully Normals, own nothing, no place, and no one except for Danielle Kyrkeby. I wish I owned Matthew Poretta. What a babe.
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*It was happening again.* Somewhere, in the back of Will Scarlet's mind, he knew that this was a dream, but was too horrified to wrench his sleeping mind away from the memory.
*"No!" William screamed, trying desperately to free himself from the soldiers binding arms. "No! Let her go! Let her go!"
William Scathelocke could do nothing but watch as the love of his life, his bride, the beautiful Elena was brutally raped, over and over again. His screams mingled with hers, and William knew that tears were rolling down his cheeks, unchecked.
"Leave her be." The soldier seemingly in charge motioned to William. "I have better prey in mind." With that, he swung his sword once at Elena, and her screams were silenced. William screamed once more, pouring his pain, rage, and grief into the sound, before one of the soldiers kicked him in the stomach, expelling his remaining breath.*
"Will!" Will heard a voice calling his name, and struggled to figure out who it was. "Will, wake up, it's only a dream."
Will opened his eyes to see Robin of Loxley leaning over him. Robin's narrow face was filled with concern from what Will could see, by the dying firelight, and the night was black around him.
"You all right Will?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Will muttered, shoving himself into a sitting position. "Just a bad dream."
"Must of been awful." Robin said, rocking back onto his heels. "You were really rolling around, and moaning. Want to tell me about it?"
Will shut his eyes briefly, and the events of the dream, no, the events of the actual *day*, came flooding back. Then he thrust the thoughts forcibly from his mind. Elena's *dead*, Will told himself harshly. Dreaming about her won't make her come back. "Nah." He opened his eyes, and lied through his teeth. "It was just a dream. No point in going over it again."
No point in mentioning that he hadn't dreamt about his wife's death in two years. Five since she died. Will had just begun to think that the dreams had stopped altogether.
Robin didn't look convinced, but left it at that, for which Will was grateful. The older man rose from his crouched position. "Try and get some sleep friend. That carriage from the castle is on it's way tomorrow, and everyone needs to be at their best." Robin laid back down, pulled Marian, his wife into his arms.
"Sure." Will agreed easily, knowing full well that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night, what with Elena's dying screams ringing in his head.
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*It was happening again.* Somewhere, in the back of Will Scarlet's mind, he knew that this was a dream, but was too horrified to wrench his sleeping mind away from the memory.
*"No!" William screamed, trying desperately to free himself from the soldiers binding arms. "No! Let her go! Let her go!"
William Scathelocke could do nothing but watch as the love of his life, his bride, the beautiful Elena was brutally raped, over and over again. His screams mingled with hers, and William knew that tears were rolling down his cheeks, unchecked.
"Leave her be." The soldier seemingly in charge motioned to William. "I have better prey in mind." With that, he swung his sword once at Elena, and her screams were silenced. William screamed once more, pouring his pain, rage, and grief into the sound, before one of the soldiers kicked him in the stomach, expelling his remaining breath.*
"Will!" Will heard a voice calling his name, and struggled to figure out who it was. "Will, wake up, it's only a dream."
Will opened his eyes to see Robin of Loxley leaning over him. Robin's narrow face was filled with concern from what Will could see, by the dying firelight, and the night was black around him.
"You all right Will?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Will muttered, shoving himself into a sitting position. "Just a bad dream."
"Must of been awful." Robin said, rocking back onto his heels. "You were really rolling around, and moaning. Want to tell me about it?"
Will shut his eyes briefly, and the events of the dream, no, the events of the actual *day*, came flooding back. Then he thrust the thoughts forcibly from his mind. Elena's *dead*, Will told himself harshly. Dreaming about her won't make her come back. "Nah." He opened his eyes, and lied through his teeth. "It was just a dream. No point in going over it again."
No point in mentioning that he hadn't dreamt about his wife's death in two years. Five since she died. Will had just begun to think that the dreams had stopped altogether.
Robin didn't look convinced, but left it at that, for which Will was grateful. The older man rose from his crouched position. "Try and get some sleep friend. That carriage from the castle is on it's way tomorrow, and everyone needs to be at their best." Robin laid back down, pulled Marian, his wife into his arms.
"Sure." Will agreed easily, knowing full well that he wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night, what with Elena's dying screams ringing in his head.