Chapter 7

A lot of things could happen in one forest it seemed. Most of them not necessarily being good things. For example, the bad sort of outlaws. Those ones where never good. Especially when you were a woman named Grey stuck with an injured, arrogant, leather clad man who refused help from, 'a filthy outlaw' who dared speak against any actual love coming from Marian.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Grey wondered if Guy had his suspicions and that had been why he had acted so angrily. Or he was just one of those people who got angered easily. But about those bad outlaws.

The pair where sitting there, back to back and tied together. And considering that Grey no longer had any sleeves, no thanks to Gisborne getting injured, the rough rope was rubbing the skin on her upper arm raw.

"This is all your fault. I told you, we should have gone right." Guy hissed at the woman trying once again to wiggle his way out of the rope. That only caused more rope burn for poor Grey.

"Well it's too late to be going on about that now, isn't it?" The dark haired woman remarked stiffly over her shoulder. All she got in response was a stony silence and then more struggling to get free from Guy. "Stop that! I would like to keep all my flesh intact, thank you very much."

To her arm's relief he stopped too. But any sort of peace didn't last long as a large, ugly, bald guy came up to them. The image of a troll or an ogre of some sort came to mind as he stood there in front of her. His rough calloused hand reached down and grabbed her jaw, squeezing it and forcing her to look up at him and his filthy face.

"What's a pretty little play thing like you, doing out here wandering around our forest?" He asked, giving her a toothy grin. Grey shot an icy look up at the man.

"I am not a play thing." She spat in an equally icy tone of voice. "And if you think that this is your forest, then you're just a daft, ugly piece of meat." From behind her, Grey swore that she heard Gisborne try to cover a laugh with a cough or something. The man obviously wasn't amused though, judging from the enraged and slightly surprised look on his face. "What are you gonna do? Hit me? You men are so predictable. But go ahead then. Unlike some, I can take the pain." By some, she was half thinking Guy.

Sure he wasn't bad on the eyes, and from what she had seen last night, that man obviously wasn't a weakling. But he didn't seem to believe in suffering in silence. Oh well though. Not everyone was perfect.

Grey had definitely been expecting it when the ugly man's hand flew across her face, leaving a sting. It honestly hadn't hurt as bad as when Guy had hit her after she practically threw the truth and its little dog in his face, but it still stung.

"You better watch that tongue of yours darling. You might lose it." Rather than shrivel back in fear, Grey just replied with a look that clearly said she was unimpressed. The man gave something that sounded like a screwed up laugh before walking over to Guy. "You better watch out for your little woman. We might just decide to have some fun." The man looked at the back of Grey's head and licked his lips. Then he gave another laugh, turned and walked away to the campfire he and his men had been sitting around.

"She's not my woman!" Guy growled at the fat man. Considering that she was tied up to Gisborne, Grey didn't miss his muttering about her being extremely troublesome and how he couldn't wait to be done with her.

"I love you too." She spoke sarcastically.

The sun was getting ready to set. And Guy hadn't been sure what to make of the current situation. One minute Grey had been sitting straight up against his back, and then she was suddenly slouched over, making things extremely uncomfortable for him. So yeah, besides the uncomfortable part he wasn't sure what to make of what was going on. It wasn't like she had dozed off either. She just suddenly dropped forward like someone knocked her unconscious or just shot her through the head with an arrow. He was pretty sure that most people didn't fall asleep like that. Most normal people at any rate.

He was hardly one to call her insane or sadistic though. He wasn't much better. Though he really couldn't remember the last time he went and slit a child's throat. Trust him when he said that sometimes he definitely wanted to though. The man had to admit that she had a slight eerie beauty to her. But nothing could compare to Marian of course. Speaking of Marian, he wondered how she was. Especially with their wedding coming up very soon.

Guy turned his head from glancing at the slouched over woman behind him, just as he heard approaching footsteps. It was one of the fat man's men. This guy had to be almost the exact opposite of his leader though. He looked like a walking skeleton with hair.

The man glanced at Guy but his sunken eyes quickly went to Grey's hunched over form. "She sleepin'?" Just the man's voice made Guy want to stab him to death with something dull and jagged.

"How should I know?!" The skeleton man ignored Guy's annoyed response and went to look at Grey.

"What on earth..." Gisborne heard him murmur to himself. "Hey Bartley!" The fat man looked over his shoulder at the walking skeleton. "You should come see this! Think she's dead or somethin'!" Guy Froze. How could she be dead? He didn't remember anyone running up and slitting her throat or something. There wasn't even much of a way for her to suffocate.

"Dead?!" Bartley sped over to them, quickly joining his little 'friend' in front of Grey. "How the hell can she be dead?!" Guy wanted to tell the idiots to check if she was even breathing, because it was obvious that they weren't about too. But then a thought sprung in his depressed mind. What if this was some sort of trick to get them out?

Because he really needed to loosen those make shift bandages. He swore that it had rubbed against his wound so much that it touched bone. At the thought of it, Guy gave a stifled groan of pain as he tried to shift himself in to a more comfortable position.

"Shame. I thought we would be able do something that's actually fun for once." Guy heard the skeleton guy speak. Then the Bartley basterd started laughing.

"Who says we still can't?" Under normal circumstances, Guy couldn't care less what happened to that woman. But the idea of actually raping someone's corpse was disgusting, even if he had never been respectful at all to the ones of the peasants. Plus, the little voice at the back of his mind was telling him that he did sort of owe her, so he might as well try and get them both out of the situation. Whether or not the voice was one of an angel or of the devil, Guy wasn't sure.

"Don't touch her you disgusting piece of meat..." He growled, definitely quoting Grey. The two men started laughing and were soon joined by the other two men who had been sitting at the fire before.

"What are you going to do about it?" With that, Bartley walked over to Guy's, unknown to him of course, wounded side and kicked him. "Scum." Guy couldn't help but gasp in pain. Could you really blame him?

Now somewhere in Grey's dark mind, she was sitting there on a bed, leaning against the corner part of the wall, partially hidden by shadows. It was almost hard to recognize her own self though. She was covered from head to toe in scratches and bruises. The side of her head, right up by her hair line had a thick and large crust of blood, going in to her hair and matting it. The only thing that looked fresh that wasn't a wound was the knee length nightgown she wore. Despite her own appearance Grey didn't even look terrified or bothered at all as she sat there with her arms wrapped around her knees and started at the door on the other side of the room with narrow grey eyes.

Then suddenly the door swung open and three men walked in. They were all wearing long white coats, with their last names pinned to them. "It's time." The man that spoke had a look of glee on his face as the other two men walked over to the bed and grabbed Grey's arms, pulling her off of it and towards the door.

For some reason, as much as she was ordering herself to, Grey didn't even struggle. She just aloud herself to be dragged by them down the dimly lit hallway. They stopped at another door and as she was dragged in to that room, she was blinded by the sudden bright lights and felt a head ache instantly come on.

Grey was strapped to a metal platform like thing. Still she didn't make any attempt of struggling. She was really starting to irritate herself.

"This is the fun part. The moment we have all been waiting for. Don't look so glum, Grey Lockert. You will be a better person soon." And then finally she made an attempt at doing something. But her attempted punch failed as her wrist was kind of strapped down.

Grey had no idea what happened next. All she knew was that she felt blinding pain, and everything went white. Then she hit the ground. A rough forest like ground. And a pair of calloused hands grabbed her, now, bound together wrists and started to drag her across the ground, not minding the fact that her legs where practically being mutilated by the sharp twigs and little rocks on the ground.

Her dull eyes snapped open just in time to see an enraged looking Guy of Gisborne with bound together hands charging towards herself and whoever was holding on to her.

A little bit of writers block there... Sorry it's not the greatest chapter =( I tried my best. I

m afraid that I might hve gotten Guy a little out of character...