Sadly I do not own any of the characters, except the sheriffs knew right hand man. He is entirely mine. And the mistakes, those are mine too! If you notice any spelling errors, please tell me, I might have spelled the sheriffs name wrong. So someone please tell me about that, I would really like to know for future chapters. Thanks!

The man raced after Robin, yet even on horseback he was falling behind.

The thing was, the way Robin was running, it was actually quite possible to outrun the mans horse. Robin was running through rough terrain, and darting in between trees.

But the man was no stranger to Robins ways, he had been briefed, told everything there was to know, and he knew what to do. The man pulled a little wooden tube from his pocket, and held it to his lips. Taking careful aim he blew, and the dart hit Robin in mid jump. He fell to the ground, unable to move.

Just before passing into darkness Robin saw the man trot up to him, a smirk on his face. He reached a hand down and pulled Robin up by his collar.

The sheriff pranced about joyfully, Robin Hood, was his.

Robin tired to think he was watching something els. He had once said that nothing that man did could surprise him, but seeing the sheriff hop about like a little girl on Christmas was just terrifying.

When Vaisey finally finished, celebrating, he turned to glare at Robin.

"Now Hood, I want fear. Your fear. And seeing as I have tried putting your life in danger I will try something els. Come, follow me."

He said it as if Robin had a choice. His arms were bound by a short rope, the other end held tightly in the sheriffs hands. Robin was practically dragged out the door at the sheriffs heels.

He was led into the village, of course, Locksley. The villagers starred in awe, Robin, captured? But how?

"Now, I know you must all be wondering how this is possible, the great Robin Hood captured, but this is no joke. And now you shall suffer for him."

Men in armor stepped out and grabbed villagers by the arms, it didn't seem to matter if they were male or female, children, or elderly, anyone the soldiers could get their filthy hands on.

They were forced to kneel before the sheriff, they had fear in their eyes. Now if only Robin had shown that fear, none of this would be happening. The sheriff laughed inwardly, of course this would still be happening, but Robin didn't know that.

"Go ahead."

The soldiers, obeying their orders grasped the villagers, pinning them down.

Some lost hands, others, almost a whole arm, and still others who fought, their lives.

Robin watched in terror, the cries echoing in his head. They were being hurt, and he couldn't do anything to help them. His own people, the people that trusted him, and he was defenseless against their suffering.

A solitary arrow flew into the midst, and everyone stopped, unsure what to think.

"It's the forest men!" One of the soldiers cried.

"Oh, how wonderful, your little gang has come to save you. Well it won't work."

Robin gasped as he felt the cold blade of a knife on his throat.

"If any of you so as try to come near me, your little leader, will be killed I promise, I will not regret it."

The sheriff grasped Robins hair and pulled back so his neck was exposed.

"Tell them to leave or I will kill them, and continue hurting these villagers." Vaizey whispered.

"Go!" Robin shouted, "I will be fine, leave me!"

"Master we cannot!" Much shouted.

Robin thought quickly, the archers were taking aim.

"Please! I don't want you hurt! I will be fine!"

There was no reply for a short while but then Much spoke up again. "Master you cannot expect us to just leave you, we work toge..." He never got to finish his sentence, the archer let his arrow fly, and Robins friend was cut off mid sentence.

"Much!" Robin shouted, he got no reply. Worry crossed his face.

"Lets go." The sheriff instructed, and yanked Robin away from the forest.

The sheriff practically whistled as he walked away, watching the look on Robins face, it wasn't fear, but it was darn close. Progress, and he wasn't near done.

Vaizey dragged Robin into the dungeons and threw him into a cell.

"You will be in here until you rot, or until you kill each other, whichever comes first. Have fun." He smiled, then walked away.

Robin lay in a crumpled pile on the ground, not paying any attention to his "roommate".

"Robin?"

His head jerked up, he knew that voice. Robin turned, and was face to face with his old enemy. The one who stood at the right hand side of the sheriff, the one who helped to torment him, and his gang.

Sir Guy of Gisborne.

Any sorrow Robin had just felt was masked by his rage. He lunged at the man sitting across from him, and threw punch after punch.

The fight only lasted seconds. In truth, Gisborne didn't want to fight, and Robin just didn't have it in him.

After hearing the satisfying thud of his fist against Guys face Robin collapsed on top of Guy.

Gisborne was expecting a little more than that, and when Robin stopped, he didn't really know what to do. And was he really, crying?

"Robin?" Gisborne asked again. "What is it?"

"Why would you care?!" Robin shouted.

"I, I am just worried."

"Don't lie! I hate it when people lie!"

Guy tried to hold Robin and look him in the eye, but Robin shoved at his hands.

"Get away!" He shouted, standing and almost falling over his own legs in his haste to get to the other side of the cell.

There he lay in a ball and sobbed, his shoulders racking and his quite whimpering the only noise in the otherwise silent dungeon.

"Robin, please. This is what the sheriff wants, do not give him the satisfaction."

Robin swallowed hard, but didn't sit up. After a short wait he started talking.

"I couldn't stop him. I couldn't do anything!" He started crying again.

"What did he do?"

Gisborne seemed truly interested, but no matter what his motives were Robin was glad to be talking, and telling this to someone.

"He, took hands, and arms, and lives, and I couldn't do anything about it. And then he shot Much, I told them to leave, but they were worried, and he didn't, and he shot him!"

Gisborne didn't really know what to do now, so he had accomplished in getting Robin to open up, but now he had no idea how to comfort him.

"It's okay." Robin said. "You are not very good at this."

It was as if he had read Guys mind, and he understood. Where was the rage, and anger he had just shown? How had it just disappeared?

Well, if Robin was going to change, then Gisborne would have to try to change too. So, that maybe, if they got out of this alive, there wouldn't be hatred between them.

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