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Chapter 5,

Who Am I?,

Back at the outlaw's camp,

Robin has returned and is sharing the information with his gang, "She says she didn't hire the assassin." Robin began,

"I think she's lying." Kate blurted out,

"I don't believe she is." Robin interjected,

"What you don't think she would lie to you?" Kate said angrily,

"No I believe the assassin was hired by Prince John." He answered,

"What Prince John hired an assassin hardly seems like the man that would engage in something like that." Allan chimed in,

"I agree with Allan." Much added,

"Well we'll have to leave it on the fact that Prince John did hire the assassin because we don't exactly have the time to make a trip to London." Robin said now taking charge of the conversation again,

"He calls himself the Angel of Death." Robin said,

"I don't like that angel of death it doesn't sound right." Much interrupted,

"How can you be sure Isabella isn't lying?" Tuck asked,

"Because I threatened her at sword point." Robin replied,

"We'll pick the conversation up in the morning right now let's get some sleep." Robin said giving in to the conversation as he hoped up onto his bunk,

Madison's Lair,

By now, she was quite angry because Gisborne would not wake up; she had slapped him, vigorously rubbed him to heat him up, built a fire next to him, cleaned the blood from his face, and removed his wet clothes. She had done everything she knew how to get him to regain consciousness, she knew he was alive because on more than one occasion she checked his heartbeat by placing her ear on his chest.

She noticed quite a large scar on his arm while she was unclothing him, it as if he had been in a fight. Infact his whole body appeared to be a battlefield for swords, elbows, knees, and daggers. She had hung his clothes over the fire so they would dry and while she did, this Gisborne finally began to stir, she quickly took his side once more, several more seconds elapsed and he began to cough and open his eyes.

He looked up into the face of a hooded figure, "Who are you?" He managed slowly,

"I am the Angel of Death." Was the reply,

"I'm dead?" He asked,

"Not yet Gisborne." She said cruelly,

"Who?" Gisborne asked,

"Don't play dumb with me I'm talking about you." Madison snarled,

"Who am I?" He asked, after raking his mind to try and understand why he could not find anything, not even a sliver of his life remained.

"What are you trying to say? Are you telling me you have no idea who you are?" Madison asked,

"Yes...yes I am." Gisborne replied hoarsely, after coughing several more times,

"Well nevertheless that does not change anything you are still going to die." She said as she kicked out the fire, and threw him his clothes that were now dry,

"Why...why do you want to kill me? What have I done?" He asked shocked that someone wanted him dead already, and why for what reason what could he have done that someone would want to kill him?

"Well this does change the situation slightly doesn't it but still...have you ever been bait?" She asked venomously,

"Please explain...Argh!" Gisborne tried to rise, but found protest as a surge of pain shot through his back, and his right shoulder.

"What happened to me?" He managed, after lying back and remaining still,

"I tried to kill you." She replied, as she walked out of the cell and locked the door behind her,

Gisborne was left lying on the damp floor, in a world of hurt both mentally, and physically, he tried to think, for some reason the Angel of Death wanted him dead. Why? For what? Who was he? What had he done in the past that someone would want to see him dead? Just then, as he lay there he got a flash of his past, a sliver, a small glimpse of his past. He saw a woman fair in appearance; her hair was a darker shade of brown then most women, and small curls layered it from top to bottom, and her blue eyes resembled all that was good and righteous and loving and it agreed with every aspect of her beautiful face.

As soon as is had come it was gone but even though he was happy he knew something from his past he couldn't deny a feeling of deep sorrow and sadness that the memory brought with it. He didn't know why this was, who was she? Did he love her? Did she love him? Where was she? Was he married? Was she his wife? All these things he did not know but he wanted to find out.

He was interrupted in the middle of his thoughts when Madison returned and when she did she wasn't merciful, because she soon cruelly lifted him and returned his clothing Gisborne was semi conscious when she did this but was revived further when she attempted to return his shirt and tunic because his shoulder burnt like fire.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghhh!" He yelled in pain,

"Dislocated is it hmmm shall we see?" She asked sadistically as held him by the wrist, and swiveled his arm slightly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrggghhh!" Came the painful response,

"Yep it's dislocated...tsk tsk tsk." Madison replied,

"Why...why are you doing this?" He asked hoping for an answer,

"Because I enjoy seeing men like you suffer...it was men like you that made my life a living hell." She snapped back, as she continued to dress him rougher than before, but Gisborne no longer protested because the pain had caused him to pass out.

The next day he awoke to find he was slung sideways over the bare back of a horse, where was he? Where was he being taken? Why was he being used as bait? All he knew was that if he was being used as bait then somebody had to have loved him enough to want to come to his aid, and though he could probably already guess he was not going to like what was going to be done to him, he nearly wished it would come sooner.

However, almost to his dismay he got his wish, because soon the horses were halted and he was dragged off, he was then laid on the bed of dead leaves that covered the forest floor. Madison did not have him tied because she could clearly see he was in a sorry condition, and he was not about to run off.

His breathing was heavy, and his arm was giving him excruciating pain, his eyes could barely focus on the overhanging branches of mighty trees he probably would have drifted off if it were not for a loud noise of hammering that played its harmonic tune like clockwork.

This was kept up for a few minutes, until he was dragged for a few feet, then his legs were bound, and split apart until they were tied to small stakes in the ground, and he was left in an uncomfortable V formation.

The same was done to his left arm, and it too was soon stretched away from his body, his right arm however showed more protest as she pulled it away from him to tie it to the stake she had hammered into the ground.

Madison however did not care about the pain he was feeling and continued with her task until he was secured in a painful X formation, she had chosen the specific location because it provided a small open area that she was counting on to lure Robin and his men.

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