NWTT 9
Robin paced back and forth around the fire, frustrated with the days events. He should have expected a trap. But the thought of Marian being in danger, had crowded all rational thought. He needed a new plan...a better one. He was not going to loose Marian. Not now.
'Why didn't we expect a trap?' Robin stressed releasing some of his anger.
'The small line of truth.' Will stated. Robin looked at him.
'We knew that the Sheriff wanted the pact. We thought he would easily give Marian to us for it. The ounce of truth.' Will shrugged explaining and everyone nodded agreeing. Robin sighed.
The Sheriff laughed loudly as he walked into the Great Hall and took a seat. Gisbourne following him in.
'Well now that we have the pact. There is only one more thing we need to get rid of.' The Sheriff announced.
'What is that my Lord.' Gisbourne asked curiously.
'Robin Hood.' Was all the Sheriff said. 'We have to lure him here again and this time. We have to kill him.' The Sheriif laughed banging his hand on the table, then wincing at the pain it caused.
Gisbourne smirked and walked out of the Great Hall. He had the perfect idea.
Marian sat in the cold dungeon cell. She wiped her wet tear stained cheeks. She listened the dripping noise that hole on the cell provided with the outside rain. She had seen the sun in two days. She was left in the company of the sewer rats that made their way to the dungeon to feast on what ever rotten objects lay. The smell of blood and sweat strong enough to make you want to vomit. There had been another man in the dungeon when she had been brought in. But he wasn't there now. He was gone. But not gone home. They had sent them to heaven in the most brutal inhumane way way...torture. They had dragged him from the cell by his hair, that had grown long and was full of dirt and grease. He had been taken into another room and the door banged closed. Marian closed her eyes as she knew what took place in that room. Within a few minutes the whole dungeon was echoing in the violent screams. Marian winced as she felt the gut curling scream that pierced the air. She heard metal creak and crank as bolts and equipment were used. She heard the sound of bones breaking, and the man screaming, begging for it to stop. And soon the dungeon was emptied into silence. There was not even a whisper of the air blowing through the wholes. Nothing. The man was dead. And Marian knew that me soon be her fate.