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'They think I'm a God damned traitor, still! I proved to them what I was, who I am and once again they've turned their back on me, I am innocent,' Allan A Dale was storming down the dead green and brown layered leaf path that lead the way out of Sherwood forest, he was furious, hands balled into fists as once again dear Robin Hood had turned his back on him again. Before was different, before he had actually betrayed him, but it was for a better cause, only now, he was innocent, he never worked with Gisborne's sister Isabella. "After everything I've done...if anything Gisborne isn't to be trusted..." He continued to mutter to himself angrily, just arriving out into the clearing and a road stood out in front of him, one direction pointing to Nottingham town and the other to Locksley.
He could feel the warm air around him, with nothing but silence apart from the brushing between the trees, leaves battling against each other and a sudden wave of rapid horse shoes. Allan jumped back behind a nettle bush, being careful for his worn and dirtied face not to get stun as he looked closely to who was riding in the direction of Nottingham town. His sapphire like eyes widened in response to bald, leather cladded man who was making his way in.
"I have to warn Robin," Allan whispered to himself as quietly as he could, but Vaisley of Nottingham's eyes had connected with his, and all the ex Robin Hood member could do was run back in the direction of the forest, following shouts of 'Get that outlawed bastard!' loud and clear, along with at least four horses running behind him. He was running as fast as he could through the trees, trying to reach the heart desperatly, his lungs feeling like they were explode and his legs were going to give out at any moment because he was trying to run, run for his life and warn his leader.
"I've got him in my sights, keep behind him!" Vaisley screech was close behind, and all Allan could hear now was his blood pumping through his ears, and a thousand thoughts of help running through his head. He had no weapons, no friends to help him and no hope.
The sound of a bow creaking caught his attention, making him dare to look back and see Vaisley pulling on an arrow, and soon releasing it through his rough fingers. The arrow sped through the air, making Allan turn away as he hit him directly in the shoulder blade, making him cry out, grabbing on to it. The compulsive liar couldn't even turn around when another arrow had hit him, this time in the middle of his back and it sent him tumbling into the ground, his face getting covered in wet dirt and leaves.
Allan could feel the burning pain crawl all over his body, but he continued to try and crawl across the floor, grabbing onto the grass and plants to try and pull his slowly dying body up the hill towards Robin's camp.
"God he's harder to kill than Robin Hood," Were the last words that Allan A Dale heard before hearing another arrow being pulled back and shot, only for the arrow not to come within in an inch of him, and his vision began to warp. Between the black spots and sudden silver light, he was suddenly kneeling in front of an unknown, strangely carved door with the numbers 14B and fell against it with a thud, his vision completely dead.
2013
"No more double dates Lucifer, I swear your boyfriend went to college with a bunch of tools," A female's floating English-French voiced spoke into the speaker of her Jack Daniels covered IPhone, protesting to her childhood friend about another set up that she wanted to arrange. Katherine Shaw sat at the vanity of her bedroom in her first floor apartment, absent mindedly brushing her wavy dark and caramel chocolate locks as she continued to speak to Lucy Little, a friend that she had known for twenty three years and had never separated herself from.
"I'm starting to think you're a lesbian Kathy," Lucy childishly giggled on the other side of the phone line, making Katherine roll her violent grey eyes at her immaturity, pinching the bridge of her bulb nose and began to threaten to hang up if she stopped bothering her about the double date and just come over for some sort of girl's night. "You know what Cas is like, if I come over, get drunk and you give me a lap dance, he'll flip," It was Lucy's time to decline. She loved coming around to Katherine's apartment, she only worked at a bar a few blocks down the road and managed to keep the place clean and so shabby chic it made the blue eyed blonde jealous. But it was relaxed, nothing hard working about.
"For once and for all I'm not a-!" A loud thud was heard down the hallway of Katherine's apartment, alerting her at the sudden loud noise, making stop her primping in the mirror, stand up in only her sky blue oversized jumper and flowery laced stockings from the round stool. "-Lesbian," She quietly finished, and she could feel Lucy raising her eyebrows on the other side, and Katherine slowly peeked her head out of the white door of her bedroom, and looking down the hallway towards the pink front door.
"What's wrong?" The hidden blonde questioned strangely, hearing Katherine shuffling around.
"I heard a thud outside," Katherine whispered, exiting her bedroom and approaching the front door with cautious short steps, the oak polished floor boards gently creaking beneath her. "Sounded like someone dropping a body down the shoot," She commented, hearing the rain pouring down from the dark, starry London sky and Katherine held out a small, porcelain white hand to the door knob and clutched it.
"Stop being a wuss and open the door!" Lucy exclaimed, clearly on the edge of her seat as well as Katherine. "It might be some kids messing around," Sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than her best friend, she didn't feel like hearing Katherine being axe murdered over the phone.
"..."
They had been watching too many scary movies.
Katherine turned the door knob and pulled the door open gently, gasping loudly as a body slumped into the doorway, lying half in her simplified chic home, and the other half out in the hall. Her eyes sketched over the body quickly, seeing that it was man barely breathing with two, presumably home made, arrows sticking out of his back, one in the shoulder and the other in his middle region.
"I'm going to have to call you back," Katherine didn't bother listening to her friend's rambling mouth of questions and she quickly shoved her phone into the top of her stocking, the suspenders keeping them from falling down as she fell to her knees and pulled the man into her home, shutting the door before anybody could see. "How on Earth did you climb a flight of stairs with these in your back?" She practically shouted at the writhing man in her arms, keeping him on the side to see that the the arrow that had been shot into his middle had caused the most damage, and more blood to seep through his oddly era clothes.
"Help me...please," The man begged from underneath her, coughing and she nodded eagerly, hoisting him up from the floor and pulling his arm over her shoulder and literally dragging his feet along the floor to get him back to her bedroom where she carefully laid him down on the king sized bed, the crimson liquid from his back staining the white silk sheets.
"Just hold on, I'll get these out of you," Katherine told him with assured confidence, bending down and grabbing the medical aid box from the joint bathroom, including raiding the medicine cabinet above the crystal sink for saline, morphine and anything else that could help the dying man in her bed. "You are so lucky my father is a Doctor," She muttered, her arms full of nearly everything medical in her bathroom and ran back into the bedroom, putting it on the bed beside him and she lifted up the leather coat and cotton under shirt all the way up to see the damage of the arrows. "I don't think I have time to put the morphine in you," Katherine sighed, narrowing her eyes as she saw many other angry scars.
"Just pull them out..." His sort of cockney accent hissed at her and she took the phone out and dialled her father's emergency number, and put him on speaker before pulling on the latex gloves from the box and wrapped her hand around the arrow in his shoulder blade. "I've had worse,"
"Kathy darling, I'm at work, is everything alright?" Her father's French accent greeted her and Katherine shook her head frantically, even though he couldn't see her.
"N-no, I've got a dying man in my bed with arrow wounds to his back and I don't think I can pull them out without ripping any blood vessels," She slightly frightened twenty four year old woman almost shouted. "I can get the arrow out in his shoulder, but if the one in his back stays in any longer, he is going to die," Katherine told him, taking a deep breath to calm down and handle the man's life in her hands.
"Questions later will do, you need to take the arrow out slowly, making sure the point doesn't pierce any arteries, just like we practised," Her father assured strongly.
"He's not a pig!" Katherine screeched, taking the arrow of the man's shoulder and tossing it onto the wooden flooring, letting it clatter.
"First things first is he awake? Try a conversation with him to take his mind off the pain, you have no time for a drip by yourself," Her father ordered and Katherine nodded to herself, grabbing the arrow that stuck out of his back and leant over his shoulder slightly.
"Dude you still awake?" The brunette nudge, looking down to see the man and watch his closed lids flutter open drowsily and letting her see his mesmerizing, crystal blue eyes and if they were pools she could have drowned in them.
"Where am I?" He whispered painfully and hoarsely, his breathing laboured. "I wasn't here before,"
"My apartment, how the hell did you get up a flight of stairs with this in your kidney?" Katherine questioned a little comically, still tugging on the arrow, this time a little harder.
"I don't remember...I was in a forest...I was...being chased," She raised her thin eyebrows at the man's hallucinogenic story, but continued to talk with him until the arrow was out and she would receive further instructions. "Am I dead?" He tried to look at the woman who was helping him, but cried out when the arrow dug in deeper at his movement.
"Not while I am around my friend," Katherine handed him a friendly smile, then looking back at the wound to see if she could carefully pull harder, yet the multiple red and purple scars distracted her so. "You got a name?"
"Allan A Dale," He managed to answer proudly, and some how this gave hope to Katherine that he may have had something going in his life, because the way he stunk and his clothes were tattered, he was a homeless.
"Well Allan A Dale, I'm Katherine, and I'm hoping to save your life," She answered in the same tone, slipping the arrow right out, only for a spurt of blood to go up her jumper, making her screech at the sudden burst and Allan's eyes fell shut as he passed out.
"Kathy you're going to have to get the bleed quick, hold it down and stitch it, I'll guide you," Peter listened as Katherine poked her gloved finger into the hole of the bloody, sticky wound, poking around until she finally covered the hole in the vessel around his kidney and prepared a needle with the other hand. "Without a clamp you'll have to try and squeeze, so you're going to need to cut open the wound a little more,"
"If I do that he'll die from major blood loss,"
"You need to try," With a sigh, Katherine replaced the suturing needle with a scalpel and opened up the arrow wound a little further and got her hand right in there, grossing herself out.
"Allan you are not going to die on me," Katherine whispered in determination, managing to close the bleed with her fingers and she began to stitch it up as tight as she could, and once it was done she pressed two fingers to Allan's neck.
He was alive.
Katherine let out a breath of relief and a silently whoop, and told her father that she was going to be stitching the rest of the wounds and clean the cuts on his face, estimating he was going to be out for at least the next day with the blood he had lost.
"Give him fluids, morphine and wrap his body in sterile gauze, call me in the morning my dear, I shall visit and reassess your work," Peter listed out his orders like the strictly professional father he was, and with Katherine agreeing, bidding him goodnight, she hung up and took off her gloves with a smile.
"There you are Allan A Dale, safe and sound," Katherine begun to stitch the biggest wound first, carefully, making sure the sutures were neat and not as jaggered and dangerous as the others she could see he had, she made sure to be soft with his body when undressing him so she could be able to wrap his body, she managed to get his damp leather jacket and undercoat off without disturbing his deep comatose sleep. Katherine was able to get a better look at his incredibly pale features.
Dirt and leaf residue covered his left cheek and he was completely wet from head to toe from the rain, but she was able to make out his long mousy brown hair that covered his eyes lightly, and accompanied his jaw and upper lip, and the nose that seemed a bit too large for his face, and his well toned and scarred body. She was curious about his many scars and why someone would want to shoot him with arrows.
Once she had managed to peel his clothes off, made sure his body was sterile and setting up a morphine drip, Katherine pulled the silk sheet over his body and kept a glass of water on her night stand, which accompanied trinkets held in her jewellery box. She planned to get him to wash, brush his teeth and eat once he woke up and was well enough to move around, Katherine didn't want him getting any sicker especially when she knew nothing about him.
The kind brunette took his filthy stinking clothes out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where she intended to wash them, but she was still curious over how they were made, and they looked so...medieval. Sighing at the weird night that had escalated, she threw the clothes into the wash, the boots into the soap filled sink and she sat at the dinning table with blood over her damp jumper, hands and thighs, and soon falling asleep there.
I have also posted this story on Mibba at the same time, to avoid any spoilers from others who would prefer to read this with a layout. My first Allan fic and I really didn't want him to be killed off so...here we are. I require three reviews each chapter before I update again, just to make sure that people are actually going to enjoy this. :3