Discalimer: i do not own the Robin hood charactors although i would like to

A/N : Thanks for the reviews from: KatGirlMeow and whatsthefracas they were great! now on with the story...

Chapter 2

A bead of perspiration trickled down Allen's cheek and into his mouth.

He was lashed to the torture post in Nottingham castle, his hands tied roughly behind his back, the thick cords digging into his wrists , drawing blood.

The scene was exactly the same as it was when Allen gave into that dirty deal of Gisbornes. Betraying his gang, his friends. For " a few measly pennies" as Much had put it. How the former traitor regreted that now. But he would not make the same mistake twice.

He stood bound in the middle of the room half naked. His head and torso gleaming with a sheet of sweat from the many blows done to his body.

As to complete the picture, Gisborne was prowling round Allen like a wolf encircling its prey, striking at any time. Ever since Guy had got back from the Holylands Allen was the second on his capture/torture list, with Robin being at the top of course. And after the recent events he was gonig off the scale.

Gisborne wanted to hurt Allen , anyone actually. He wanted to punish. He wanted to show what happened to people who were disloyal to Sir Guy of Gisborne.

" Why, did you think we were going to show you mercy?" Gisborne sneered when Allen let out a cry of pain from a punch to the face.

"After you foiled our plans to kill Hood" This time a punch to the stomach. The young man bent over as double as he could while still being tied to the post, his eyes watering.

Then he turned a bruised face towards his torturer and met his gaze. " Don't pretend that it's me foiling your plans your so worked up about" Allen spat with as much distain as he could muster. " It's just because no one- loves - you - any more"

His sentence was interjected with short gasps of pain, but the impact on Gisborne was still as effective.

Allen's words hit him. Hard.

He hated to admit it but the traitor was right. He had always wanted to be loved by the people, to be popular, to be admired, respected. But that had never happened- instead it was Hood that the people praised.

Somewhere in the depths of his heart where all his inner most feelings were kept, Gisborne was secretly jealous of Hood. Robin of locksly, Earl of Huntingdon, the peasants prince.

To banish this unwanted thought he hit back at Allen. Hard.

Allen gave a shout as Guy's unexpected fist came into contact with his already bruised and bloody left eye.

Ever since Gisborne had returned to Nottingham all he had done was hurt and cause pain to people, he didn't care who. The simple fact for his behaviour was because that was what he feeling inside.

Marian. Just saying her name brought him agonising pain. His heart ached for her. Full of sorrow, hurt, confusement and then finally anger. Always anger.

Marian. Marian had decived him, lied to him, mocked him. And all the time he had thought they had been friends. He had thought that Marian had...loved him. But She had been disloyal to him, a traitor- just like the worthless man in front of him.

Marian. But he did not think of Marian as was worthless. He had really thought that they could have had a life together. Him and Marian. But it hurt to much to think of her.

Marian

Unable to hold all these emotions any more he lashed out at Allen. Every blow that he made to his captives body the feelings inside him lessoned slightly.

Guy kept going until there was only grim satisfaction left inside him as he heard the man before him groan.

Once Gisborne had finished with him Allen was barly standing. He was slumped against the torture post, his eyes closed. Sweat prickled his back. His throat was horse from crying out and his breathing was sharp and ragged. And when the jailer took him back to a dingy cell it took all his strengh to stay conscious.

Sitting in the semidarkness Allen prayed that Robin would rescue him- and soon. It was only a matter of time before Gisborne got bored with his fist and started moving onto more painful instruments. He gulped. He did not like the thought of that.