Fic: A Dangerous Game
Title: A Dangerous Game
Author: the_epic_fish
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Will, Lukey, AllanOC
Warnings/Rating: None really K+
Words: 1,704
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I do not own any of the boys.
Summary: There's someone Allan can't get of his mind as he's about to die.
Note: I'm not so great with plots, so help with up and coming chapters will be appreciated.
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Allan stood in the cell waiting to be hanged. To his suprise he found he wasn’t scared, just strangely numb. Across from him, there was a young lad, no older than sixteen. “Shame” he thought “whole life ahead of him, that lad.” At the side of him, an older boy of about eighteen. He wondered to himself what they’d done to get thrown in there. They didn’t look like crooks, but then again, neither did he. As he sat down on the floor, there was one person he couldn’t get out of his mind. Was she was ok? What was she doing? Was she coming to help him?
He remembered back to the day he met, well rescued her.
He was sixteen years old, he’d gone with his brothers to the coast. His father had just died, went out to the tavern one night and never came back. His mother couldn’t cope on her own, it should have been better with him gone, but it wasn’t She couldn’t cope being alone with three teenage boys, so, she killed herself one night when the boys were sleeping. So, Allan and his two brothers, had fled. Ben, who was four years older, was tall and butch and very arrogant. He cared for his two brothers but had an awful temper and would beat them if they over stepped the mark. Tom, who was thirteen at the time, was scrawny and short. Ben would order him to go and rob everyone as he was small and innocent looking. Allan on the other hand, well, there was not a lot Allan could do, so he took up scamming drunks in taverns. He figured if he went in at night, people would be so plastered they’d do anything.
One night he lay awake, thinking of ways to get out of this way of life when heard a loud scream. The noise cut short these thoughts and so he forced himself out of bed, pulled on his shirt and poked his head out of the alley way where they had been sleeping. In the distance he could see two figures in the moonlight, a tall, bearded man and a small woman. Then, in a moment of horror he realized why she had screamed. He could see, if he looked very carefully, that she was bleeding heavily, the full length of her forearm. The bearded man raised the sword to the girl again and there was nothing she could do, she had no weapons. “Oi!” They both froze and turned to look down the street towards. It suddenly dawned on Allan the voice was his own. The man spun around and pointed his sword towards the entrance to the alley. “You there, boy!” he spoke with a strange accent that Allan could barely understand. He suddenly felt his legs moving beneath him against his will. He was by then standing in the middle of the street, no protection and no weapons. The man started to walk towards Allan, the girl tried to grab his shoulder but he spun around and punched her over the head, knocking her out.
The man ran at Allan and swung his sword at the boys head, without thinking Allan grabbed the mans arm held it in the air . His limbs were working of their own accord again, he realized. He planted his knee sharply into the mans stomach before punching him in the head, leaving him out cold on the floor.
Allan then realized with a start that the girl was still on the floor. He sprinted down the street and sunk to his knees next to the girl. “You alright?” he asked. She didn’t reply, this had panicked him slightly, but not as much as the sound of a metal sword scraping along the floor. Allan was about to stand up, when a large figure appeared from the alleyway and knocked the old man flying into the wall opposite. “Allan?!” came a familiar voice. “You alright mate?” “Yeah, but she’s not!” A look of confusion came over Ben’s face, but he hadn’t questioned his younger brother, just ran to his aid. He picked up the girl and carried her into the alleyway, Allan could have done it himself she was only small, but he thought best to let his bigger brother do that. Ben put her down next to where Allan had been sleeping. Allan sat down and tied a rag around the girls arm. He could see in this light that she was, in fact, very pretty. He could see her pale skin and long black hair. The thing he found strangest about the girl was that she wasn’t wearing a dress like women did. No, she was wearing what seemed to be leather leggings beneath a white cotton shirt. Around her stomach there was a purple corset with black detailing up the front. On her left arm she wore a number of gold bracelets, he slid them over her dainty hands and hid them under his cloak. He had had every intention of giving the back, he just thought he’d better hide them from Tom. Allan then noticed something under the slash on her arm. A tattoo. He couldn’t work out what it was, it was just markings. He realized then, there was nothing more he could for the girl and so he put his cloak around her and went to sleep with the bracelets in his hand.
The next morning he woke to find the girl sitting up with her back against the wall. “’Mornin’” she spoke. He was amused to find out she had a Yorkshire accent. “’Mornin’” he replied. “You, erm.. you alright?”
“Yeah, fine.” She said quietly “Thanks, by the way for.. y’know, last night.”
"No problem” he grinned “I could hardly leave you there, could I?” Allan got up and walked over to her, she was a few inches shorter than him, but looked about the same age. “So,” he started, he’d never had trouble talking to girls before, but she wasn’t an ordinary girl. “What’s your name, then?” The girl turned and looked at him amused, she could see how awkward he was feeling about the whole thing. “Kat.” She replied, “and you are...?” Allan realized he had not yet told her his name. He opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut after a moment. She was obviously caught up in a dangerous game, one much more dangerous than his own. Did he really want her to know his name? “Well?” her voice broke his train of thoughts.
“Allan” he finally said, “Allan a Dale.” The girl smirked as she saw the obvious look of despair that crossed his face when he realized his body seemed to be working by itself once more. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna kill you.” She laughed. “So, Allan a Dale, what’re doin’ sleeping down ‘ere?” She looked at him and knew she shouldn’t have said it. “Sorry, I shouldn’t stick me nose in where it’s not wanted.” She looked at her bare wrist and then back to Allan. “I think you’ve got something of mine.” She said as she raised an eyebrow to him. He sighed and handed the gold bracelets to her. “I was gonna give them back.” He protested, but she still wasn’t convinced. “I ‘ad to ‘ide them from my brother, ‘e nicks anythin’ ‘e can get ‘is ‘ands on see.” She had said nothing, just smiled at him.
That was when Ben and Tom appeared from around the corner. “Ah, look who it is.” His older brother had said in a way that slightly unnerved Kat. “Didn’t think you were gonna wake up, I’m Ben by the way.” He held out his hand to her and she hesitantly shook it. “Kat.” She said nervously. He looked over to Allan who was sitting down over where he had slept that night. “Oh, ‘ave a look, lad.” He glanced at Tom then back to Allan. “Sleeping Beauty’s awake.” Ben looked Kat up and down. “Well, I take it your not from round here, Kat.” He enquired, taking her clothes and her accent into account. “ No, I’m from Rotherham originally, but I moved from there to Locksley when I was young.” They were all taken aback slightly that she had so easily parted with such personal information. “Well, then ‘ow come you’re in London?” Young Tom spoke up for the first time since she had arrived. Kat opened her mouth to speak but was beaten to it by Ben. “I think you’ll find I can answer that.” He said matter of factly as he glared menacingly at the young girl. “That man last night was a pirate was ‘e not?” Kat had said nothing, just shifted uncomfortably.”So, I asked the landlord in the tavern and ‘e said that every few months a boat comes into the docks and the crew usually go in the tavern. And you, are one of them.” The alley fell into silence. They were stunned at Ben’s knowledge of the girl. Suddenly she lifted her head and looked the older lad straight in the eyes. “Fine.” She said in the manner of an angry toddler, “I admit it, but that’s why I was arguing with that man last night. ‘E was the captain. I told ‘im I didn’t want to be part of it anymore, robbing and slaughtering good, innocent men.” Allan stood up and walked over to where the three of them were standing. “Well, lads, do you think we could manage a girl in the gang?”
Allan suddenly came back to reality when the Jailer opened the door and threw in another man. He landed on his face at Allan’s feet. “Alright, mate?” he asked, attempting to be polite. The man said nothing just dragged himself across the floor and sat against the wall. He tried not to think about her. He knew he was going to die, if he thought about her it would only upset him more. He crossed his hands across his knees and rested his forehead on them. And waited for the Jailer to come and lead him to the noose