AN.: here you go, chapter 2. Still no title though
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He woke to a small, dimly lit room. Dirt on the floor, amongst other, less plesant things.
Robin knew this room, in fact he had been here multiple times before, of course most of those times he had been the one doing the rescuing, rather than being the prisoner.
No matter, he had broken out of here before and even if he couldn't, his friends would come to save him.
For a few moments all he did was lay there. His back and shoulders ached from the fight before. No doubt there were already bruises showing through.
As he slowy tried to sit up he took note of how badly he had been hurt. Not too bad, he decided. Nothing seemed to be broken and short for some aching muscles he coud move all of his parts the way they were supposed to.
He didn't know how long he had sat in the semi-dark before he heard footsteps down the hall. Heavy, slow, confident strides. So definately not the jailer, then. Vaisey wasn't heavy enough and he could only hear one set of footsteps. Really, that only left one possiblity.
Robin pulled his shoulders back and stood up straighter as the knight rounded the corner and came into view, a smirk on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like the guards caught us a little bird."
"A bird? That's the best you could come up with?" Robin smiled. "I've been here at least a couple of hours. Don't tell me you spent all that time trying to think of a good opening line, only to settle for Bird."
"Laugh all you want, Hood. You are the one on the wrong side of the bars, not me."
- "You certain of that?"
"Shut up."
Robin crossed his legs and leaned his shoulders against the back wall, seemingly unconcearned
"Make me."
"Actually, I was planning to do quite the opposite." He said as two guards apeared from behind the corner.
One opened the cell door and the three men stepped in. Robin braced himself, but with his hands and feet tied together, only a short chain between them, there really wasn't much he could do.
"Always so proud," The taller man scoffed, as the guards struggled to tie his hands to an overhead beam. "not for much longer."
Robin closed his eyes and swallowed a grunt as the first fist made contact with his stomach. Then another. And another.
After a few blows Robin still hadn't made a sound.
"Tell me where your camp is." His captor demanded. Robin raised his chin, looked him defiantly in the eye and spit in his face. That earned him a knee to the stomach.
Worth it.
This went on for a while. The knight would hit him a few times before demanding the same thing.
"Where is the camp?" Robin refused to tell him. And then the beating would start again.
He didn't know how long it had been. At least an hour, maybe more. All he knew was that at the end of it his body hurt all over, the question remained unanswered and although a few grunts had escaped his lips, Robin still hadn't screamed. Which he was rather proud of to be honest.
Both men were panting heavily now. The knight raised a finger at Robin. "You will tell me where it is, Locksley. Just wait and see."
He turned on his heels and left the dungeon, closely followed by the guards. Only when he was certain he was alone, did Robin allow his body to relax and truly feel each and every one of his aches. His wrist were still tied to the beam so his shoulders screamed as he hung there, unable to remain standing.
that's it. chapter 3 will be up shortly. possibly this weekend. reviews and suggestions are welcome