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Chapter 5,

The Angel,

Dungeon,

Guy was hanging silently by his wrists in the center of the room, he head was bowed, and his eyes were closed gently paying no attention to the world around him, because he was busy in the company of whom he wished had decided to be his wife. His mind raced back to every little incident they shared together, whether it was an awkward meeting in the castle hallway, or a more personal discussion, about their relationship.

He didn't even notice the hard looking torturer until, he was struck on the legs by what appeared to be a slim wooden stick, and now he was brought back to reality, and as soon as he was dragged away from Marian, his legs and side burnt like fire.

"Prince John didn't want you hanging around idle all day…so he gave me the distinct pleasure of making sure you stay was as pleasant as possible." The man sneered, as he tapped the short wooden rod he had hit Gisborne with against his opposite hand,

"And I can assume that you really mean you want to make sure I am as uncomfortable as possible." Guy reasoned,

"Well The Prince isn't exactly forgiving you for breaking his nose any time soon, and he's prides still hurting so he's passing on that hurt to you." The man offered,

"You wouldn't by any chance be related to Jasper would you?" Guy mocked,

"Who?" The man asked, strangely, Guy merely chuckled in return,

"Mocking should be the last thing on your mind my friend, because your only making the torture worse for yourself." He warned,

"I'm not your friend, and if the chance arises I will kill you." Guy returned,

Instead of coming up with a choice retort the torturer instead chose to walk over to the chains that held Gisborne, that were mounted on a crankshaft, and with one swift movement he came crashing to the floor, with an audible 'thud'. He coughed windedly, and moved his bound hands to his midsection that pulsed with a sharp stabbing sensation, no doubt the fall had caused some damage, to what extent he was unsure.

He heard a loud whistle, before two men came over and removed his chains yanking him harshly to his feet, but they were not prepared to allow him to make it to his feet, because he was dragged to another room, whether he was on them or not. When he had made it in the adjacent room, he saw nothing because there was no light at all not even a candle flickering from somewhere on the wall.

But then as if on queue the room was instantly lit and the spectrum was one he would rather have never known, because there laid before him was the most feared torture instrument of them all…The Rack! He was instantly afraid, his eyes were set on the extra two men that stood by one end of the contraption, and the ropes that would soon bind him lay loosely on the floor.

This was new even to him because not even he had ever seen the device in action, it appeared the sheriff wasn't as cold as he looked because the Prince had more grueling torture ideas than he did, but perhaps the rack was Vaisey's decision. Either way he didn't care, he only cared about being spared this fate, because not even his memories of Marian could save him from this fatal administration.

He pulled against the men who held him, but it appeared as if they were statues set in stone, as he couldn't even get them to budge, but he budged when they threw him backwards against the hard stone floor, in the middle of the rack. In an instant he was straddled and his wrists were bound behind his head, and once that was done, his ankles were also bound with secure knots.

His breathing soon became heavy and fear driven, his effort to take in as much air as possible was like they were the last one's he would ever inhale, his eyes darted back and forth scanning as much as he could. The men soon took their positions and placed long thick sticks, within the grooves provided in the crank mechanisms that would eventually grow taut, and cause no end of pain.

After 3 turns with the cranks at one time, the original torturer that he had mocked earlier soon stood over him, finding pleasure in the fear set unfortunate that quickly shot a glance in his direction.

"The Prince tells me I'm no to leave until you tell my why Hood has sent you to London.' He began,

"I'm not here to do anything but kill the Prince." Guy said, trying to keep his voice steady even though his body quaked with fear,

A silent command was issued as the man nodded his head, and soon the ropes were drawn one notch tighter, Gisborne knew it wouldn't be long, until pain would become his knew best friend.

"This can all stop if you just tell us what we want to know, an informed Prince is a happy Prince." The torturer insisted, as another notch was turned,

"Even if I told you what you wanted to hear you wouldn't stop torturing me." Guy reasoned,

The guard didn't answer; instead he just stared at the quivering man, who somehow managed to gain a bit of his composure.

"I'll ask you again…why are you in London?" He asked, as yet another notch was passed, causing to ropes to grow just that little bit more taut,

"I have nothing more to say to any of you." He said matter-of-factly, before he returned his gaze to the stone ceiling that suddenly became so interesting,

After that the notches were passed swiftly until Gisborne was stretched out, being raised from the ground, his teeth were ground together, due to the ripping pain that burnt through his joints like wildfire. They had stopped a while ago but time to him was elusive, the questions kept coming at him, even though he said nothing anymore because he had been telling the truth whenever he answered.

"Why are people so ready to accuse you of lying when you are telling the honest to God truth?" He asked,

"Robin will save you." Marian told him,

"Are you kidding for all I know Isabella could have captured him and is doing god knows what to him…not a bad through considering what I have to withstand." He reasoned,

"Believe Guy; believe that he will save you." She reasoned,

"Why…he's probably dead, why else would he leave camp without telling anyone where he was going." Gisborne scoffed,

"You don't believe that do you…think about it; maybe he was testing his gang to see if they had enough trust in you, to let you be if he suddenly went missing…you believe what I said don't you?" She asked,

"You know me to well Marian…even better than I know myself." He said, smiling through the pain,

She had deliberately been spicing her words with reason, because what she was saying was what he actually suspected, however he was soon yanked to reality when a new sensation of pain raked through him. He didn't want to be brought back to a world that could hurt him, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be free to talk to the woman he loved, the one that also loved him, maybe the woman he now talked to was her as an angel.

But alas a slap ensured his return into the world.

"Oi…I just got word from the Prince it appears he doesn't care if you squeal or not anymore, instead he wants you to pay for what you did to Vaisey, and what you did to him by betraying him." The torturer informed, a pleasurable grin cast across his face at the very mention of a pain filled evening,

Gisborne tried to out all his effort into glaring daggers at the man, or long swords even which he thought could do more damage, and that was a thought he found pleasurable, even though he visioned Marian to be scowling at him. But no matter how hard he tried to at least spark a bit of fear in the man, he failed due the indescribable pain that refused to renege in his joints.

He didn't even have a way to work out how much damage the torture would do because he had never seen it in action, he had been the rack's first victim, and that put no effort into soothing his mind. So what if Robin managed to save him, how much damage would he have sustained by then, would he be disabled after that, and be rendered helpless for what remained of his life?

All the while he had been thinking he hadn't been paying that much attention to the man who stood over him, who was ordering for servants to bring in enough bushels of wood that would burn out slowly. He knew what he was saying but to him it meant nothing, just a few idle words of spite, but he knew there was more to it than a day on the job, when he noticed sticks being piled underneath him.

"You're not going to die 'Sir Guy of Gisborne' at least not yet; the Prince is going to make sure you hurt first before you die at the feast, before the nobles, tomorrow night." The torturer assured, before he set fire to the brush, Guy soon found himself unconsciously gritting his teeth, even before the fire was high enough to feel,

Tavern,

While Robin ate the rest of his venison, his appetite dwindled, even though he knew it would benefit a lot of people if he kept up his strength, so despite it all he kept eating, a plan formulating in his head as he did. He could send word to Isabella, if he could get her to attend the feast along with the other nobles, things might go a bit smoother, especially if he had her help.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the table Kate eyed him crossly the very thought of entertaining the idea of allowing that repulsive woman to help them, was enough to make her blood boil. Despite the fact that she was weary of Isabella because she had set them up into a trap several times now, she feared that Robin would turn his charms back to her, even though she wasn't sure they had ever left.

Tuck on the other hand was sitting on the fence, because as he was a man of God he believed in second chances, because they had given Gisborne a second chance, to find that he had followed through on his word, despite the fact that he had been a bit irrational. He knew that Gisborne wanted to prove himself; he knew that Guy was uncomfortable with his position in the gang and he wanted it to change, he could understand why he wanted to kill the Prince because if he did, it would prove his loyalty without a doubt.

After they had finished their meal, and a tavern girl had taken the empty dishes away Robin prepared himself, to explain the plan that had hatched itself inside his skull.

"We're going to let Isabella in on the escape plan." He began; Kate could have dropped her jaw in shock,

"What?" John questioned,

"There's no point in refusing help if we can accept it." Robin reasoned,

"Robin she set us up twice before what makes you think she's not going to do it again?" Kate demanded,

"Like I said before she nearly begged me to give her a second chance…and I think Tuck would agree with me on giving her a second chance…what do you say Tuck?" Robin asked,

"Robin is right, if what Isabella said is true then we owe her a second chance, we gave Gisborne a chance and he is the one we're trying to rescue." Tuck agreed,

"Look I'm not being funny but don't you think being betrayed twice is enough, to realize we shouldn't trust her?" Allen interjected,

"I agree with Robin I think she deserves another chance, like we gave Gisborne another chance." Much defended,

"You're not just saying that because he like your cooking are you?" Allen teased,

"It might be…and also because she is his sister…there might still be some good in her." Much said, covering himself,

"What's the plan Robin?" Tuck asked,

"Well we go with Madison's idea first…you will sneak into the dungeons with her and pretend you are hearing his confession, while there you will try and find out what he knows while seeing how badly he is hurt. After that if we find out how he is to die, we rescue him before the execution takes place, and if he is to be left in the dungeons we use the feast as a distraction while we rescue Gisborne." Robin explained, "Any questions?" He asked,

"Yeah just where does Isabella fit into this?" Allen asked,

"Well seeing's it quite a known fact that she hates Gisborne, we can use that to allow her entrance into the dungeons, if Tuck isn't allowed in, and also ask Prince John how he is to die, and when she finds out she can circulate that information on to us." Robin explained further,

"What if Prince John decides to keep her out of the loop?" John asked,

"Then we'll just have to rely on Madison to come through for us." Robin replied,

"Just one question…how are we to get Isabella into the feast if the Prince doesn't invite her?" Much asked,

"We'll have to get word to Madison asking her to invite the sheriff." Robin said, as if having an answer to every question that was thrown at him, "But we have to get word to her now because it will take a while for her to arrive." He added,

Later in the Castle,

Robin inched his way down the hall of the castle searching fervently for the door Madison had described, because Gisborne's time on this earth was coming to an end and if they didn't hurry that little time would be up. Finally he found her door, and the ornament that clearly stated it was her room, was better than she had described, and if it wasn't for the fact that it was nailed to the door, he would try and steal it.

He quickly burst into the room, closing the door as fast as he could without making any noise; his intrusion startled Madison, causing her to stab the embroidery pin into her thumb instead of the fabric. She raised her thumb to her mouth to suck on it momentarily before she looked at it watching the small bead of her own blood protrude; wiping it away she glared at the intruder.

"What do you want?" She demanded,

"Sssshhh." Robin ordered as he turned to face her and raised a finger to his lips, she willingly obeyed because if he was found here the plan would be over,

After a few minutes he turned to her, "What are you doing here?" She asked,

"There's been a change of plans." Robin replied,

"Why what's happened?" Madison asked some-what worriedly,

"We're letting Isabella in on the plan." He stated,

"What did the others say to that…did you tell them?" She asked,

"They don't like the idea but we need her help and she seems to want to genuinely help." Robin answered,

"Seems?" She questioned,

"Well in my opinion I know she wants to help, but I can't just act on my opinion alone so I have asked my gang for their opinions." He explained,

"And what did they say?" Robin merely offered her the twisting of his hand back and forth, to show that it was wishy-washy,

"So they don't agree…and you plan to get her anyway?"

"Well if Tuck isn't allowed down in the dungeons she would most certainly be allowed because everyone knows that she has tried to kill her brother before but failed." He explained,

"I see, but that still doesn't explain why you are here, surely not just to tell me that." She reminded,

"I need you to write a letter of invitation to her." He said,

"Me…why?" She asked,

"Because I don't think the Prince intends to invite her as she botched the last attempt to hand deliver Gisborne to him, and that's when he broke the Prince's nose." Robin explained,

"You're right even though I have managed to sway the way my brother thinks there are things that not even he would let me interfere with…like the art of torture or so he calls it 'the poetry of pain'." She chided,

"Why do you stay with him?" Robin questioned,

"He saved me Robin…I owe him, and besides he loves me, which is more than I could say for my mother, my father doesn't even know I'm alive, and I love him for saving me." She answered, she could see the glint of sorrow and pity that shone in his eyes, did he like her a little more than he was letting on? Or did he just understand her pain?

"I understand…but I need you to write that letter for me and send it with the fastest messenger you know." Robin reminded,

So after grabbing an inkwell, a quill, and a piece of parchment, she sat down at her embroidery laden desk, and began to write the proclamation of invitation. When she was done she sealed it, and then signed it with her insignia, when she was about to walk out the door, she stopped and walked over to Robin, she got so close to him, that he could count every freckle on her rosy cheeks, her emerald eyes shining at him. She then kissed him softly on the cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked, rather having enjoyed the kiss,

"Just cause." She replied, Robin made to kiss her, but she shielded herself from him,

"That's not just cause." She warned,

"No but I could make it seem like it though." He said, still persistent,

"You have a gang to return to." She reminded,

"Spoilt sport." He muttered,

"Womanizer." Madison returned, "So just make sure you're by the bakery when I come to see you." She added, just as he made ready to leave, making sure that he could hear her,

Well it was a longer chapter than usual so I hope that helps to mend the tardiness of my update, and if you can find it in your hearts please leave a review.