The feeling of hope was beginning to disappear along with the blowing wind. Behind them stood only Locke and only him, standing behind the lonesome road they'd just visited. His men could be anywhere; maybe in the trees, maybe not- but they had to be stood somewhere just waiting for the signal. Jaime and Brienne just looked at each other in defeat and knew that in a moment's time they'd be bound and gagged with those wretched ropes and rustic chains once more.
Jaime was the first one to break the built up tension, he was getting weaker and weaker due to his injury- the Kingslayer wouldn't last long without proper medical attention, that was for sure, but in Locke's company, he wouldn't get any kind of help- more so for humour purposes. "Look...sir, I need help, medical help, we need food- just let us go...please."
An abrupt shot of laughter was coming from their captor; he had knelt down, small tears forming at his eyes. With a deep breath he had immediately resumed him regular, hard facade and spoke in a clear, harsh tone that made it clear he wasn't the kind of fellow who negotiated. "So boy, you seriously think I'm going to let the 'Kingslayer' and his whore go free?" He sighed dramatically. "That's not going to happen. I'd have thought our little 'incident' yesterday would have taught you not to defy me. I see now that it didn't work. Well me and my lot still want our pay so that means boy, that you and the bitch have to stay alive- but it doesn't mean in one piece. I wonder how much more I could get for, I don't know, your legs? Arms? Ooh Haha the possibilities are endless- yet I know which item I'm going to be showered in rubies for-" The forest goes silent, as three visible sets of eyes tumble down to the same area.
Locke takes out the same blade he'd used the night before upon Jaime's fingers, the dry blood crusted the edge. The jagged end starts flowing between both Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth. "Hmm, now who goes first- the cripple or huge freak?"
Both of the prisoners begin to get extremely anxious now. "Now friend we know you don't want to do this-"
The burly man chuckles again, "Oh but you don't understand, I really, really do. I will enjoy hearing the sounds of both of your screams as my gang chops you up, limb by limb. Though we're going to take our time-" His gaze falls upon Brienne. "-Oh we're definitely going to take our sweet time." His grin becomes disgusting and spine-chilling.
With a whistle the rest of Locke's men come out from their positions, ready to pounce. Locke is increasing his speed towards them, getting so close. "Look, wait, wait, please. You can do what you want with me, just let Brienne go- let her go in one piece."
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU IDIOT, YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He stops and takes another deep breath. "How about this, I'll let my men have fun with her and then I'll chop off your dick, my prince, and FUCK HER WITH IT?!"
Jaime and Brienne shared a knowing look which led the Kingslayer to mutter just loud enough for Locke and his men to hear. "Well in that case, it seems you're going to have to catch us first! Brienne, run!"
They both ran until their hearts were left wanting to give up, through a maze of trees that all looked identical. Having to constantly dodge the arrows being fired, running more, this way and that. It was extremely lucky for them that what Locke's men made up for in strength, they lacked in weapons. A couple of minutes rest is all they could afford behind a grey boulder, with the predators in fast on the tail of the prey. Soon enough they managed to outrun them enough to settle down for another sweet time of rest, though as they did both Jaime and Brienne faced complete darkness when huge black hoods were snapped over their heads. That's it they were done for; this time there would be no escape. A strong Northern accent could be heard, the Kingslayer knew he'd heard it somewhere before. With more talking going on, more Northern accents could be heard, now who could be their new captors?
"Sam, who has your group got there?"
"I'm not sure- the guys don't really pay attention to me. All they said is that, it's a man and woman they found hiding near some rocks or something."
"Right, so we may have gotten ourselves into some kind of bandit raid then?"
"I don't know...I don't think so...Maybe. I mean look the man is clearly injured, we should get them some help."
"Sam I don't know- what if they're wildlings?"
"They don't look like wildlings...You are good person my friend—we should help them."
"You're right, get these hoods of them. Wait? What's that? Men incoming- bandits- ATTACK!"
Clashes of swords could be heard from the other side of the hoods, men shouting profanities, more men grunting and hitting the ground like flies. Soon enough the environment was quieter again and both of their hoods was soon abandoned. The light took some getting used to, but what really awoke Jaime Lannister was the lone severed head that rolled his way, the dead, empty eyes locked onto his- Locke. The Kingslayer glanced up to see someone he wasn't expecting. "I know you; I knew I knew your voice- Jon Snow."
Jon stared daggers into the tired eyes of his enemy, "Jaime Lannister..."