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landlesslord) wrote2008-01-29 08:34 pm
landlesslord) wrote2008-01-29 08:34 pm
Episode 1x12 "Return of the King" Part III
While his men had no trouble sleeping, even slumped over the table or leaned against the wall, Guy was wide awake in the main hall of Locksley Manor. It seemed that his insomnia would not let him rest, even on the eve of his marriage to Marian.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. About what their union would mean for them. For him.
Marian would be his redemption for a life filled with sin. With her, bloomed the chance of a new life for him and, more importantly, a family.
The call of one of the guards drew his attention from the flickering of the low fire burning in the fireplace.
The Nightwatchman was here!
Hurrying up the stairs, Guy reached the door to the bedroom to find it securely locked. He hear movement within the chamber.
"Open up," he half-taunted in a low murmur. "There's no escape."
A guard threw an axe to him and he began to strike at the wood. Finally, the menace was within his grasp. He could see the silent figure through the splintered crack in the door.
And then Hood was there. His men. He should have know that Hood and his outlaws would not be far behind the fiend that had stolen into his house.
With Hood's bow drawn, there would be no way for Guy to attack before an arrow embedded itself in his flesh. He drew away from the half-forgotten door, weighing his chances of turning this situation to his advantage. He almost didn't hear it creak open, but the quiet movement of the Nightwatchman in the doorway drew his eye briefly.
Briefly was not enough for him to see the swift flight of the Nightwatchman's foot towards his groin, nor enough to prepare him from tumbling down the stairs to land at the bottom.
It did not stop his left arm from darting forwards and jabbing hard into the side of the fiend's belly.
Even a kick to the head from Locksley couldn't dim the satisfaction that his blow had brought.
His money being stolen away by one of the outlaws was an inconvenience but again, did nothing to tarnish the moment.
He turned his hand to examine the blade concealed in his palm, covered in the Nightwatchman's blood.
"Gotcha."
He couldn't stop thinking about her. About what their union would mean for them. For him.
Marian would be his redemption for a life filled with sin. With her, bloomed the chance of a new life for him and, more importantly, a family.
The call of one of the guards drew his attention from the flickering of the low fire burning in the fireplace.
The Nightwatchman was here!
Hurrying up the stairs, Guy reached the door to the bedroom to find it securely locked. He hear movement within the chamber.
"Open up," he half-taunted in a low murmur. "There's no escape."
A guard threw an axe to him and he began to strike at the wood. Finally, the menace was within his grasp. He could see the silent figure through the splintered crack in the door.
And then Hood was there. His men. He should have know that Hood and his outlaws would not be far behind the fiend that had stolen into his house.
With Hood's bow drawn, there would be no way for Guy to attack before an arrow embedded itself in his flesh. He drew away from the half-forgotten door, weighing his chances of turning this situation to his advantage. He almost didn't hear it creak open, but the quiet movement of the Nightwatchman in the doorway drew his eye briefly.
Briefly was not enough for him to see the swift flight of the Nightwatchman's foot towards his groin, nor enough to prepare him from tumbling down the stairs to land at the bottom.
It did not stop his left arm from darting forwards and jabbing hard into the side of the fiend's belly.
Even a kick to the head from Locksley couldn't dim the satisfaction that his blow had brought.
His money being stolen away by one of the outlaws was an inconvenience but again, did nothing to tarnish the moment.
He turned his hand to examine the blade concealed in his palm, covered in the Nightwatchman's blood.
"Gotcha."