Chapter 13,
Flashbacks,
Hey here is the next chapter offering you an invitation into the mind of Guy, hope you like it :)
It was night and he crept quietly over to the stables in Loxley, he peeked through the cracks of the wall, he could see a woman, long curly dark hair, standing close to a man, short well maintained light brown hair, both appeared to be Nobles. He couldn't help but feel a connection with the woman, he loved her, why? Was she family? The next thing he knew he was standing beside a young boy, short brown hair, and a bow in his hand holding an arrow covered in fire, they stood by the river. Infront of them was a fire wheel being hoisted up onto what appeared to be a windmill structure. "I don't know why you're bothering Guy you're a terrible shot I'm younger than you and everyone knows I'm the best shot in Nottingham." The small boy boasted cockily,
"Only because you keep telling everyone you are." The older boy answered, disinterested in their conversation, "I though you're father said you couldn't use his bow? You're not ready." He continued,
"I'm going to show him he was wrong. I can hit that lantern with this...watch." The boy said eager to show his position, so he began to pull back on the bow, seeing what was going to happen the older boy grabbed the arrow.
"Don't be so stupid." He said disbelievingly, he thought he had solved the problem by taking the arrow but the bow still remained in the boys hands, so he stole the others arrow, and quickly fired it.
To both of their dismay it hit the wheel, directly behind a firecracker; it soon set the others off.
"Look what you've done." Was the elder's response in frustration,
The next thing he knew was the wheel had fallen it had crushed the priest standing underneath, a name flashed before him a name he had learned to hate Bailiff Longthorn. The next thing he knew was he was seized and being taken towards the priest's body.
"See, see what you're stupid prank has done." Longthorn accused directing it at Guy,
"I didn't do it." He defended,
"Well who did then?" He mocked,
Then another name flashed before him Robin, Robin of Loxley another name he had come to hate at a young age.
Expecting Robin to answer Guy looked at him, "It wasn't me." Was his reply, that left Gisborne hanging his head,
"Course it wasn't master Robin." Longthorn said, the very demeana of what he said made Guy sick the kid was a brat, "You wouldn't fire at your own father." He continued,
"No I swear." Robin said lying afraid of telling the truth,
"You fired the arrow that caused the priest's injuries. He's a murderer." Longthorn called out,
"I didn't." Guy said still feeling a glint of hope, but it was soon shot to pieces when Longthorn retrieved the arrow from the wheel and showed it to the crowd,
"One of yours Master Guy." He said convictingly,
The next thing he knew there was a fire, a fire that made him feel all measure of guilt, it was a fire he had started. A fire started by accident when he tried to protect his mother from the man he hated Malcolm of Loxley, there were screams Robin's screams. They didn't however appear to be screams, they appeared to be pleas for help he would never receive.
"Let me go! My fathers inside! Yours to and you're mother do something!" Robin called out, directing his pleas to Guy, But he was scared, scared because there was nothing he could do, glad, glad because the man he hated had been killed too, the man who tried to steal his mother.
Gisborne had mumbled several names while he was in his fitful sleep, there was only one Allan, and Much didn't know.
"Who's Bailiff Longthorn?" Allan asked,
"I don't know and I'm not going to ask either it's none of our business." Much said,
"Oh comeon like he's ever going to know." Allan mocked,
The next thing he knew was he was in the Holy Lands, or to be more specific Acre, He was dressed as a Saracen, and he was going to try to kill King Richard. Everything had gone just fine, but he did not count on Robin of Loxley, the Noble who had chosen to fight in defense of the Holy Lands, he had stabbed him and left. Eliminating the only thing that was going to stand between him and the king, He had his sword raised over the King's body ready to strike, but no in came Robin of Loxley. They fought, and even though Robin was wounded, he was still a strong fighter, so strong that he managed to steal the upper hand, and cut his arm over a tattoo he once had. After that, he gave up the fight and abandoned the camp, Later he was in Robin of Loxley's house, raising his goblet to his future wife Marian, the same woman he had envisioned before long hair flowing by his shoulders, and a warm smile, but no once again in came Robin of Loxley uninvited.
"Have we missed the speeches?" He asked annoyingly,
"Hood funny I don't remember inviting you." Guy said angrily as he glared up at the cowardice man, who had perched himself in the stairway,
"Since when do I need an invitation to my own house?" Robin asked still in mockery,
"Perhaps since he lost all right to that house by becoming an outlaw." Guy answered through gritted teeth, as he continued to glare at him,
Then he had the sniveling nerve to steal the ring off his future wife's finger, and kiss her in his presence, "We should do this again it was entertaining." He said, shoving it into Guy's face but that was it that was all he was going to take, because he soon went into battle mode, they drew swords and clashed together, but robin still taking advantage of the upper hand opportunities grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.
He rammed him into a pillar of the building and stole his dagger from his sheath, they clashed swords again but robin pinned Guy's arm to the pillar with the use of the dagger he had stolen. He backed up with a cocky grin on his face, as he held his sword pointed towards Guy's neck, in an instant Guy had moved his arm, which tore his shirt, revealing the same scar that had been cut by Robin long ago.
"Surprise." Guy called out through a whisper,
"It was you." Was all Robin could say,
Robin had left but the rage still possessed him and he fled after Robin intent on making him pay, later in the forest robin had the nerve to wait for him, as Guy stood there Robin threw the ring at his feet, "Is this what you want take it." He said, almost as if he had lost the childish manner he displayed earlier,
Keeping his eyes on him for a few moments, he reached down to retrieve the ring, but as he grabbed it Robin had run over kicking him in the head, knocking him onto his back he soon had his curved sword raised to Guy's neck, "What are you going to do now cut my other arm?" Guy asked unafraid of the sword at his neck that could kill him at any time,
"No I'm going to kill you." Was the reply,
However, after a talk with his men that he could not register Robin removed the sword from his neck and let him go, stabbing his sword into the ground, Guy could not help but show a grin that crossed his face, and for that Robin had come down hard on him and struck him in the face leaving him unconscious.
He woke to find he was tied to a tree, gagged, his arms were stretched skyward, and he was forced to stand on two tree roots or let the rope hold him off the ground.
He could see that the outlaws were fighting amongst themselves arguing, the rest of his men had been arguing over a woman but Robin refused to be finished with him, and he could not help but laugh, he thought they were close but it appeared rumors were all they would remain. However, because of his laugh he had given Robin an opportunity to strike him, "This is for England." He said as he hit Guy forcefully in the face, "This is for England too." He said again as he struck Guy again,
For the first time, in the whole of his capture he felt fear, he felt fear as he watched robin, he starred past Much the man that held a dagger at his throat, to stare at the man who sat by the fire, holding Guys sword into the flames, he knew exactly what Robin was going to do with it.
Much however seemed to be defending him, "Master this isn't right." He said, but Robin did not even look at him he just starred into the flames,
"I'm not going to kill him...just make him talk." Robin finally said as he lifted the sword out of the fire, to reveal it's red hot tip, Guy was one of fear but as the sword came into a closer proximity to him, that's exactly what he felt.
"The plot to kill the King?" Robin asked as he walked closer, directing the sword to his face, as he grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"I want names." He finished,
"What kind of a king deserts his people to fight someone else's war in a foreign land?" Guy asked, starring Robin directly in the eyes, he could feel the heat of the sword on his cheek.
"If you are his people he was right to desert them." Robin said through gritted teeth, slowly Robin moved the sword closer towards Guy's face.
In his sleep Guy was thrashing violently, he had his head pinned to the side, and his moaning was becoming unbearable, Much and Allan were giving him the last of the pain medication, "Do you think he's going to make it?" Allan asked,
"Well we're going to find out." Much replied,
"Isabella?"
"Humanity is a weakness Gisborne...I tried to teach you!"
"This time you pay my dues Gisborne."
"I will have his blood!"
"You represent everything that's low some in a man."
"You pathetic misery ettled mess."
"She's my sister."
"You tried to cross me...Flog her!"
"The man is a tyrant Gisborne."
"I will have his blood."
"Unity."
"I would rather die before I married you."
"You want this?"
"I will never need you again."
"I live in hell."
"Do you love me Gisborne?"
"You are teetering on the edge of dispensability make sure you don't fall off."
"I will be rid of you!"
"I had him...you poised my sword!"
"Well might you hang you're head in shame Gisborne."
"You dropped something."
"No I've come to the conclusion that I don't like you."
"Oh I'm sorry you were busy playing happy families."
"I love Robin Hood."
"They'll be so disappointed when they find out that under you're fine words you're just as violent as the next man."
"Well now maybe Prince John will remember why he put me in command!"
"End it please!"
"You should feel a sense of loyalty...a sense of duty...an obligation to help me."
"You're a dead man walking Gisborne."
"Then stay there!"
"I love Robin Hood."
"No, No! Leave me alone! No!"
"Yes sire."
"This isn't for Prince John...this is for me!"
"Swear all you like Hood it won't make any difference."
"You're a warm and wooly taking trinkets for the poor."
"I love Robin Hood."
Gisborne had tossed feverishly during the last hour, but now he lay silent, "What's happened?" Much asked,
"Well there is one of either two things." Allan said,
"And they are?" Much asked,
"One: His fever has broken and now his resting. Or two: he's dead." Allan explained,
"I prefer you're first idea." Much said as he crawled over to Gisborne and placed two fingers under his neck, to check for a pulse that he hoped to find.
"Well comeon is he alive?" Allan asked,
"His fever is broken...he's alive." Much replied,
Sorry about the repetition at the end there but it was just him remembering all the things that had happened to him in the past, and it's all coming back to him.
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