Part four
By the time Allan reached a small village he had almost completely worn himself out, his back was aching, his head was increasingly heavier, and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. He found himself heading towards the Inn and stumbling in he made his way to the bar. He fliched as he felt a hand on his back before relaxing as he saw a small barmaid.
"You're the outlaw, allan a dale?"
"who wants to know?" The girl grabbed a hold of his arm and led him to a small room.
"Guy of gisborne and many castle guards come here often- it would be safer for you, and us, if you were in the back."
"oh. Well, thank you." The girl gave a nod and left the room. It was a few minutes before Allan got nervous, he was about to ask about getting a room for the night when the door opened.
"Hello allan."
"Wh... what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be-" Allan was on the floor before he knew it. He tried to scrabble away, but his vest was seized and he was crashed into a wall, held above the ground so his feet dangled. "please... jus..."
The glint that flashed through Alistair Eccle's eyes was frightening, more so than usual. As Allan tried to shut out the pains shooting through his body he thought back to when this started- two months ago... little things he did seemed to anger Alistair, at first he hadn't thought anything of it, perhaps he was getting annoying- it wouldn't be the first time- but then it got a little more serious. Meal times, when others were distracted, his food would find its way onto the floor, or into Alistair's bowl- he would find himself brushed off, a sly punch, or a trip. It had happened gradually though, and he hadn't realised how bad it had gotten, that is- until this morning when he somehow earned a boot in his back. He was brought back to present time as a hand grabbed his arm, he could feel every bone in his body aching, but this one was more defined, more deliberate as a crack was heard and he felt his eye-sight go black as his arm flared up in pain, he was held there for a while longer- trying to hold onto his arm, but being unable to do so and was then unceremoniously dropped to the floor suddenly, without warning and he was suddenly very aware of his feet, and his ankle. He opened his eyes to see Alistair making his exit and, slowly, Allan started to pull himself up.