Oh bob, oh bob. I knew they were still here, I just knew it. Damn the monkeys.
The rest of the men slowly stepped into my line of vision, stopping only when they had formed a half circle around my capture and me. Meaning there was no one behind us. Acknowledging this brilliance struck.
"Gawain bring me my-'' before my capturer could finish I bit the fingers that he kept over my mouth.
"Ahhh…you-'' I didn't hear the rest because I was already gone.
He had let go of me when he yelled. Somehow I don't think he expected me to bite him. Sadly I didn't expect him to come after me so fast ether.
I was half way to the water when I felt something hard hit my back, and send my flying forward. The book that I had managed to hold on to all this time went flying out of my hand.
Once again I was thankful that the ground was sand and not rocks, because only a second after I hit the ground something hit me and knocked the wind out of me.
It didn't take me that long to realize that it was that guy that had knocked me down, because he was still on top of me. This only made it harder for me to breath.
So there I was practically suffocating when the rest of the guys come around laughing. Laughing! My pride.
The guy on top of me shifted his weight so that I was able to breath easer. When I was sort of breathing steady he moved again, this time he moved so that he was sitting on me. He then grabbed my hands and turned me over.
From the dim light of the moon I could tell it was the guy with the green eyes. He had a frown on his face but his eyes held an amused light in them.
"Light a torch and bring it here.'' He ordered someone, while still looking at me.
To my surprise someone did that. I mean the other guys were clearly older then guy on top of me, some of them had white hair for crying out loud.
So when the light came they all gathered around and looked at me like I was some kind of freak in a freak show.
Maybe I should start to drool or something.
There was around ten or twelve of them, just staring down at me. Bob.
"Maybe we should take her to a priest instead of the dungeons. I think she might have demons.'' Said a guy who was wearing blue.
"I don't have demons you freak.'' I said before I really thought about it. Because if you think about it wouldn't you want to go to a priest instead of these so-called dungeons?
"And you don't have any manners ether lass.'' Said an older man of the group.
"Of course she doesn't she was raised by wolves.'' Said one of the younger ones.
There is so much wrong with that theory.
"If I was raised buy wolves how did I learn to speak genius. And where did I get my clothes? I suppose the wolves made them too?'' I said sarcastically.
"That would explain why your half naked.'' Said another one.
"What? If anything I'm wearing too much clothes for this weather. There are people who wear way less.'' I said.
"I'd like to see them.'' Said a guy who was about my age.
"Watch your mouth Tristam.'' Said another.
"Well it's not like you weren't thinking that Gawain.'' Tristam countered.
"I am happily married Tristam. Something all of us here should be.'' When he said this he looked pointedly at the guy who was sitting on me.
The guy who was sitting on me just smiled at the other guy sheepishly and said, "To whom? The ladies who just talk about dresses and jewelry or the ones that talk about parties and marriages.''
"Arthur it's not good for a king not to have an heir. You should just marry someone so that everyone has one less thing to worry about. You know in the end you might not have a choice.''
Great there talking about marriages while this Arthur guy is just sitting on me. Wonderful. Wait! Did they say king? As in King Arthur? They're bigger freaks then I realized. Pretending to be the Knights of the Round Table.
Before the 'Arthur' guy could answer I asked, "Hey did you guys escape from the mental house?''
They looked down at me as if they just remembered I was there. Which is hard to believe remembering how they were staring at me before.
"What?'' said Tristam.
Sighing I said, "You know the crazy house. The place where the keep crazy people so the wont hurt themselves or the rest of humanity.''
"No. Did you?'' he asked back.
Instead of answering I said, "So you guys act like King Arthur and the knights of the round table because your just plain freaks?''
"We are they or they are us.'' Said Gawain.
"Rrriigghhttt. You guys do know that they are just people from fairy tales or myths right?'' I said.
They looked around at each other than back down at me.
The guy called Arthur looked down at me and said, "Humor me peasant tell me what you mean.''
Peasant? Peasant? Oh no he did not just call me that, the arrogant jerk.
"Listen to me, you arrogant oversized rooster never call me that or anything else ever again. I'm only letting it go now because your obviously mentally disturbed and I have to take some of your stupidity into consideration.''
I also considered the fact that he was sitting on me and holding my hands. Well not really holding.
There was a stunned silence, I noted with some satisfaction.
"You know it has never crossed my mind to hit a woman but it's starting to.'' Said Arthur looking down at me.
"So are you saying that when you are incapable of beating a person mentally you hurt them physically?'' I asked.
"Are you saying you think your smarter than me?'' Arthur asked.
"That's exactly what I'm saying.'' I said with a smirk, "At least I know that king Arthur isn't real and even if he was he died a long time ago.''
"Tell us then what you know of this king Arthur, you know about more than us.'' Said one of the older guys before 'Arthur' could say something.
When I'm asked about king Arthur I tend to go off in a dreamy state, which I knew I was going to end up going into right now. I already forgot that I was mad at these men and I already forgot about they guy sitting on top of me. And he was beginning to hurt me.
"Well there are a lot of stories about king Arthur. I hate mostly all of them because of how they end.''
"How do they end?'' asked one of them.
"They always end with him dying-'' at this point I was interrupted by a snort from the guy who was sitting on me.
"Everyone dies.'' He said looking down at me.
"Not everyone dies because they were killed by their son Mordred. Who Arthur happened to have with one of his stepsisters. I don't remember her name the only one I do remember was the one called Morgan and I only remember her name because she was the traitor. She-''
"What?!'' said someone.
"She is not a traitor you little-'' someone else said but was interrupted by the guy on top of me.
"Let her finish. We will discus what to do with her after she is done. Continue.'' He said looking down at me, with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Well Morgan wanted Arthur dead so she could rule. She also blamed him for what his dad did to her mother. Well to be fair I would be mad too because after all Arthur's dad did kill her dad and take her mother, with Merlin's help of course. That's the only time I don't like Merlin in the stories. Well anyway she tries to befriend Arthur so if she ever did die they wouldn't know it was her. But like I said before she doesn't kill Arthur. Like-''
"Where is Arthur when he is killed?'' said someone.
"Oh he is in the middle of a battle. When Guinevere doesn't have any children things start to get bad.''
"Why does it matter if Guinever has children or not?'' asked the guy on top of me.
"Because she ends up marring Arthur. I don't like her I mean she marries one of the greatest kings ever and what does she do? She cheats on him with that other guy. Well in some stories anyway, the ones where Mordred is not his son. But if he is or isn't Arthur's son all the stories have that guy as Arthur's killer. Hey, where was I?''
"Let's start with who Guinevere cheats on Arthur with.'' Said the guy on top of me.
"Oh, she cheats on him with-'' before I could finish I was interrupted.
"So here you all are.'' Said a voice.
Hey that sounds familiar.
I lifted up my head so I could see if it was who I thought it was. When I did catch a glimpse of the person I realized it was who I thought it was.
"You.'' Was all I said to the old man who had given me the book.
"Yes me.'' He said while frowning at the guy on top of me, "Arthur why are you sitting on top of her?''
"Because I was forced to.'' Was his reply as he looked down at me.
"No one forced you to do anything you liar.'' I said back to him.
"You see how she treats me Merlin? I her king.''
"You sad deprived child, how many times do I have to tell you I don't have a king? Get over it and stop acting like a baby.'' I said.
Arthur was about to say something but the book guy beat him to it.
"Serena kindly keep you mouth shut for a moment so I can straiten things out,'' Arthur smirked down at me at this point, "and Arthur kindly get off her.''
Now it was my turn to smirk at Arthur.
He did get off me but a little grudgingly. When he was off I climbed to my feet and turned to look at the book guy.
"I'm glad you're here,'' pointing to the guys behind me I said, "these guys think that they are the guys from the king Arthur stories.''
"They are the guys from the king Arthur stories.'' Was all that he said.
"What?'' I said, "Come on even if they were real, king Arthur would have died a long time ago.''
"To you they did. But we are not in your time. I brought you back in time.'' Said the book guy.