A/N: Doesn't belong to me- TimeRiders, that is.
CHAPTER FIVE
London, 1752
Edmund stood by the gallows. He couldn't believe it... hung. For stealing a horse. Was it really a crime? He supposed it was, but still... it was failure, and Edmund hated admitting failure.
"Edmund," hissed a voice; he turned to see a man. "The guards aren't looking; step out of your bindings and follow me."
With glee, Edmund realised that this man was right. He was led down an alleyway and round the corner, and turned to the man, grinning.
"Thank you, good sir- how may I ever..." He trailed off as the man grabbed his wrists.
"Edmund Samuels, if you want to live then you have to come with me. If not, I'm taking you back to those guards. In fact, they're just around the corner; if you don't want to come, I can leave you here..."
"No!" Edmund cried. "No, no! You can't leave me- I'll come, I'll come!"
He felt the oddest sensation; sort of like falling...
