Title: A Dangerous Game Chapter 2
Author: the_epic_fish
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Will, Lukey, AllanOC
Warnings/Rating: None really K+
Words: 1,259
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I still 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: Seriously guys, writers block has jammed it's rather frustrating self into my brain, so chapter 3 is gonna be a while.
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An hour had passed and no one had come to take the men to the gallows. Allan finally looked up to see the two young men staring curiously at him. He thought if he didn’t ask why they were here, it’d soon be too late to find out. “Alright,” He began sheepishly “What’re you two in for?”
“Stealing flour.” Murmured the taller lad as he sat down across from Allan. His younger brother soon joined him. “You’re from Locksley then?” enquired Allan. He though he may as well make conversation, they had no idea how long they were going to be in there. “Yeah, we are.”
“Great” Allan thought to himself “I’m gonna be trapped in here for God only knows how long with two that don’t talk and one that never speaks more than three words at a time!”
They sat in silence for a while before Allan felt compelled to ask “You don’t, by any chance, know someone called Kat, do you?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, he knew they probably didn’t. Even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to remember her. “Kat..” the younger brother started to say to himself “Kat...” both boys suddenly spun around and shot each other alarmed looks. “No, it can’t be, can it?” the older boy looked Allan square in the face.
“Who wants to know?” asked the bigger boy suspiciously.
“Just an old friend.” Allan declared shrugging and relaxing against the wall.
“We do, actually.” Allan’s face lit up. “She disappeared about four years ago, no one ever spoke of her since.”
No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite get Kat out of his head. He couldn’t think about her, not now, now that he was about to die. Because he couldn’t think of the happy memories of her, all he could think about was what was going to happen to her when he’d gone. She would be alone in the world. He leaned his head back against the wall and tried to cast his mind back to happier times.
Six months after Kat joined the gang, they started to work their way up north. They started getting more daring with their scams. They went street to street, town to town and eventually made it to Coventry. There were more people in the gang now, so it was easier for them to pull of scams, although it took a lot more organizing. Him and Kat had grown closer in the past months and although she did not know it, Allan had a crush on her and had done since the day he saved her. Ben would tease him about this and so would Rob. He was a more recent addition to the gang, but he had made friends with them all very quickly. Jack on the other hand had not. He was very quiet and tended to stay at the back when the rest of the gang were scheming.
He remembered the day that was both the scariest and one of the best days of his life. They had all had a lot of ale that night, but Allan could still remember most of it clearly. It was early evening and the young criminals had managed to acquire enough money to spend the night in an inn. They just could afford three rooms between the six of them. Kat had a room on her own, her being the only girl in the gang. Allan, Tom and Jack were in the room across from her. And in the room next to her, Ben and Rob. They went down to the bar that night to celebrate their wealth. Ben and Rob were standing at the bar with two women. Jack and Tom were sitting in the corner talking quietly. Allan just sat there, contemplating once again what would happen when they grew up and wanted to do something different. How would they get out of a life of crime? “Don’t worry.” He turned to see Kat sitting next to him. “It’ll be fine.” She reassured him, leaning her head on his shoulder and staring into his blue eyes.“’ow did you know what I was thinking?” He asked, leaning his head gently on top of hers. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. “I could tell. Don’t worry, love. It’s gonna be alright.” She ran her hand up his neck onto the back of his head, pulled him closer and kissed him. He couldn’t remember a lot after that, even though he knew exactly what happened.
His thoughts were once again interrupted, this time by the young lad across from him. “How do you really know Kat?” he asked.
“Well, I may as well tell you.” He took a deep breathe, not sure why two complete strangers would be interested. “She’s my fiancée.” The two lads looked at each other, bewildered. “What’s your name?” the darker haired lad asked.
“Allan. You?”
“I’m Will. And this is my little brother Lukey.” He declared, pointing at his younger sibling.
“I am not little!” protested Lukey, causing both men to stifle a laugh.
“So how do you know 'er?” Allan enquired, clearly glad of some intelligent conversation at last
“You really want to know?” Allan nodded it would pass the time even if it was the complete opposite of what he wanted to do.
Will leaned back on the wall behind him. “She moved to Locksley when she was about five years old, I remember her really well because we used to play together in the summer. We were the same age and there weren’t many kids in Locksley. There was Robin and Much, but they were a few years older than us. We were like brother and sister, then one day when she was about twelve. Her mother was burned at the stake for witchcraft. No one knew who her father was, so she fled and that was the last we ever heard of her.”
They sat in the cell in silence for a few moments, before Allan spoke up. “I know what ‘appened to ‘er.” The two boys looked interested and he wondered to himself whether or not he should have said that. “She ran away to find ‘er father. She somehow ended up in a tavern near Grimsby, a bloke in there told her ‘e was a pirate and that if she went down the docks, and looked for a boat with a figurehead of some sort of black mermaid, or something like that. Anyway, when she found it they told her that ‘er dad ‘ad been killed a few years ago. They told ‘er something about carrying on the family name and she ended up staying. After a few years she’d ‘ad enough and when she told the captain. ‘E sliced ‘er arm open to try an’ get rid of the tattoo they’d given ‘er. That’s when I found ‘er.”
They didn’t have time to let it sink in, because as soon as Allan shut up, the cell door burst open to reveal a rather wild looking Jailer. “Come on scum!” he ordered. As the men trudged out of the cell the were shoved by the jailer before being restrained by guards. None of the men saw the point of this, even if they tried to escape, they weren’t going to get anywhere.
As the guards shoved the huge, wooden doors back the three men stared up at the gallows in terror. No one was going to help them now...