The Robin Hood Gang 3: A World Joined (Ended)

See previous post for his introductory.

Name: "The Vicar"

Age: Unknown. He looks about 70, but some say he recently celebrated his 80th.

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Country and Global Location: Birth country is unknown, but he's lived in Mexico for 18 years.

Languages You Speak: English, Spanish, French and German.

Which RHG's were You In Before, If Any?: None.

Vehicle: No Vehicle.

Personality: No-one knows anything about the man, but when he enters a room it'll go silent. When he speaks, everyone will listen. He carries with him wisdom that is unarguably stronger than most. He's no good at fighting, but he could still win a war.

History: He's an old friend of Reg's father and he knows the insides and outs of every gang there is. He's been the underworld's voice and intelligence. Thanks to his will to never take sides, no-one's ever tried to kill him. However, since he joined the Fishers after the threat of the PK and the truth behind Reg's sister, he could now be a prime target!

He was nicknamed "The Vicar" by the gang worlds as people go to him for confessions, hope and prevail in hard times. He helped Reg get away from Uncle Freddy and the Ghost to survive long enough to defend himself.

Likes/Dislikes: He likes to remain in the dark, learning. He listens to everyones problems, but dislikes actually taking an active involvement.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been kind of busy and the time zones muck things up...

Jimmy

"Safe's upstairs. Go slow, travel in pairs, guns out. If they know we're here they'll be prepared. Look before you go in a room and be safe. If you find the panic room signal over the radio, otherwise, keep communication to a minimum. Got it?" James said.

I simply nodded, and so did Eve. Alis Jr on the other hand looked raring to go, obviously. As Sal, Eve and James headed up the stairs, I hesitated and decided to ignore James' advice on staying in pairs.

"I'll be up now guys," I said quietly.

Eve turned around and nodded. The other two seemed to be concentrated on what was up the stairs. I wasn't to sure why I wanted to be on my own, I just did. I hadn't been on my own, just me, since I had gotten here. I suppose that the thought of having some time to myself was appealing, even if it was in some strangers house.

As I entered what seemed to be the kitchen, I heard a scream. I couldn't help but smile slightly as I realised that it was Sal. Oh how I wished I could have been upstairs to see her scream. I had been so concentrated on what was going on upstairs, I hadn't noticed the figure standing by the back door. Most importantly; I hadn't noticed the gun in their hand.

I hurriedly reached for my bag. As I opened it, my entire body froze. I had left the gun in the car. Shit.

James signalled for me to join him and Eve upstairs. I crept towards the door they were standing by silently, careful not to make any sound on the wooden stairs. We spread out either side of the doorway and I looked into the room through the crack between the door and the frame. I could see a man standing with his back to me, his face completely obscured by darkness and with his palm resting on a large, sturdy desk. I wondered how he could be standing there, so relaxed, this late at night. He couldn't possibly have not heard the gunshots or Sal's scream when she was bitten.

Something was wrong and at this moment we all realised it.

"Where's Jimmy?" mouthed James.

I motioned downstairs along the hallway. At that moment there was a loud clatter and a bang from the direction I was pointing, and instinctively we all cocked our weapons, our eyes darting from side to side.

It was silent for a few seconds, and we began to spread out along the landing. And then, from all directions, all hell broke loose.

Maitea

"I'm sorry for being an ass. I love you." Ace says. He reaches over, and gives me a kiss.

"Anyone would have reacted the same in the situation. I just wanted to get away before any of those damned cops show up. I don't need another....never mind. Would you mind driving, my arm is killing me?"

"Sure, I'll drive." He says, and we switch seats.

"Feeling okay?" I ask. Something I would never tell him was I had carefully hidden all the weapons and numerous poisons in my car. Didn't want him being rash....

"Enough." Is his only reply.

"You know, Ace, I know how you feel. I was in a gang before Bree's. I wasn't home when our rival gang attacked. I was the best fighter, they didn't have a prayer. I come home to find there bodies cut up into little pieces." I take a deep breath, "I had a boyfriend in Spain, Fero. He was barley alive, but I tried to help him. He died anyway, and his last words used to haunt me. But watching him die, I didn't eat for days. Only with my parents help was I really ever sane again."

"And now?" Ace asks.

"I realize who I love now." I lean over and give him a quick kiss.

Wanted to post this a while back, but I've been overly cautious with SB posts recently because of a fiasco in the Pokemon SB, and so now I'm trying hard not to completely ruin a storybook, so I've been rewriting this hundreds of times (or so it feels). At last, I can make my gamble!

Max

The gunshot blew off from a distance away, and I steadied the sniper in panic. I let my guard down for a second, and they showed up. I was pissed off as hell.

Maybe it was just out of the silence, but my head was thinking one thing every moment until I heard the gunshot from outside; SS must die. All this time I spent in the PK, I was a killer, and as it seemed, I was a born one. But I wasn't a murderer. I needed my own reason to kill somebody, and my temper was one of them. But as for SS...he was the murderer, and a hypocritical one at that. "Freedom of the mind" my ass.

He just spent his time sending us forced Paradise Killers off to kill innocent civilians and without any other reason. He used us as tools for his own useless murders. I was back in the gang, and I was glad. At least in the gang, I could kill for the right reasons. And if I could get my shot at SS, it would be the most righteous reason; he was a murderer and an asshole.

I looked around everywhere I could to see if I could see any of the PK, and I couldn't. Nobody was around, no one was there, complete silence. Being as tempermental a person as I am, it made me angry.

"GET OUT AND SHOW YOURSELVES!!!", I yelled out the window. I saw in the reflection of the scope lens that Bree and Riley with guns in their hands, but at the same time they were looking at me with concern. As I stared with anger out into the dark, Bree walked up behind me.

"Max..." she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I was pretty sure it was to try and calm me down. However, in the anger I was in, I didn't see it as that; I just had felt somebody come up behind me. As soon as her hand landed on my shoulder, I let go of the gun and spun myself around, grabbed her by the neck and pulled a knife out of my pocket towards her. Just before I went and slit her throat, I stopped and realized what I was doing. I dropped the knife on the ground and went back to my sniper.

"Never. Touch me", I said, trying to calm myself down, trying to focus on looking for PK's in the dark, and not seeing a thing. I just about killed somebody important out of irritance...again.

Riley

Bree puts a hand on Max's shoulder. He whips around, grabs her by the throat, and holds a knife to it. Then he pockets the knife, sits down, and grabs his sniper. Bree staggers back against the wall. I spin him around.

"You...will...never...do...that...again." I hiss to him in the darkness. He doesn't respond.

"Do you understand, Max?" I ask him. I take out a gun. He nods, and turns back around. I look into the darkness. Max fires a shot.

"We come in peace." Regs laugh echos through the night.

"Reg!" Bree exclaims, and runs downstairs. I was suddenly very concerned about the 'we'.

Bree

"Reg!" I exclaim, and run downstairs. He stands there in the hallway. I run up and give him a hug. He pulls my chin up and gives me a quick kiss.

There is a man with him. He looks about 70 or 80.

"Who are you?" Riley comes downstairs. She looks pointedly at the new man.

"Pleasure to meet you, Riles. Or Tiger, as some still refer to you." He grins. I take out my gun.

"Let's try this again, who are you? And, in addition, how do you know my name?" I ask him. He smiles.

"The Vicar." The man continues to smile. He didn't answer my second question. Reg pushes the barrel of my gun down.

"I trust 'im." Reg says. I pocket my gun, and look at the strange old man.

Alis

It was eleven PK's against six of us. It would be an unfair fight, then.

The man I faced was a giant. Not in size, but his muscles. The only way I would win this was with my gun. We begin to circle each other like wolves, waiting for the other to attack. We both have our guns aimed. His eyes flash for a second, and I duck as a bullet goes flying over my head.

I aim and shoot, but he moves as well. I put a second bullet between his eyes, and he falls over dead. I shoot him once more for good measure.

A girl comes next. for a second it strikes me as odd, I never knew the PK accepted girls, but I mentally shrug it off. I put my gun in pocket, and launch all in the same second. In less than a minute of struggling, I have my hands around her neck. I strangle her.

The last man I shoot was originally about to finish off Eve, but I shot him too. Eventually, the bullets stop flying. Sal comes up to me.


"I killed three." She says, pointing to three men lying on the floor.

"That ones moving." I say, and shoot him.

"He's twitching because he has my knife in his nerve system."

"No, I just shot him. He was still alive."

"No, he wasn't!"

"I can make it five deaths tonight." I say, pulling out my gun and putting it near her head. Then I feel myself being pulled back.

"Don't, Alis." Jimmy says. James is holding back Sal.

Jimmy

All of a sudden, the previously silent house, become terribly loud. I could hear people fighting upstairs; Alis and Sal obviously doing it eagerly. I on the other hand was downstairs, and in front of me was some guy with a small, black gun.

I had two options really. Either make a run for it or fight the guy. Then again, considering it was me, I did have a third option. I could simply trick the guy, lie to him. It would be hard, but it was what I did best. As the guy lifted the gun and pointed it at my face, I swallowed hard.

"Sh!" I whispered rather loudly. "I followed these guys into here because I thought that they looked suspicious. Turns out I was right."

Clearly not believing me, the man who had now neared me grunted. "This thing is fully loaded kid and I'll shoot you if I have to! Now tell me, who the hell are you?"

I tried my best to think fast. I pointlessly glanced around the kitchen as if a toaster would give me an idea or something. God, I was a prick sometimes.

"I ain't stupid kid! You're the enemy, you and I both know that. You have ten seconds..." The man was standing in front of me by now. "Ten... nine... eight..."

Trying not to panic, I frantically tried thinking about how the hell I was going to get out of this situation. This was the first time ever I actually wished that I had a gun on me. I smiled as my eyes scanned the toaster I'd noticed earlier.

"Shit! The toaster's on fire!" I stammered.

Stupidly, the bloke turned around. There really is nothing better than a humans reflexes, that's for sure. Before either of us had a chance to say anything, I kneed him where it hurts before punching him in the face. As he fell to the ground, probably unconscious, I ran out of the room and up the stairs.

"I can make it five deaths tonight." I heard Alis say, glaring at Sal, as I reached the top of the stairs.

I cringed as I noticed a load of dead guys, and one girl I think, lying on the landing. By the looks of it, there were a few of them in the rooms as well.

"Don't Alis," I pull her away from Sal, rolling my eyes.

"That's everyone killed then!" Sal grinned happily.

"Well..." I said, remembering the guy who was afraid of the toaster.

James~~

I heard the shot and I turned immediately, checking the windows. Two people came out of a room with their guns, they fell silently. I worked my way around the house, dropping two more and then I went out the window. I found the car they drove in on and killed the driver. I left the bullet shell on the pavement (they couldnt trace it back to us anyway) and went back inside just in time to stop Sal and Alis from fighting.

After they had calmed down I said quietly, "you know... its too bad because neither of you got the most kills."

Alis turned to me, "How many?"

I held up five fingers and let a smile spread across my face.

Eve

We were just standing, there, watching the man in the room, when we noticed something was wrong.

"Where's Jimmy?" James mouthed.

"Crap." I said in a whisper.

We were on our way downstairs, but then we noticed a bunch of guys, and one girl I think, surrounding us. They all had guns in their hands, no surprise there. Practically every second since I joined the gang I saw a gun.

Our guns were ready, so it became a big fight. All I heard was the crack of a bunch of gunshots. The guy I was facing was an easy target. He had a gun, but he was a little off, like he was nervous or something. I smirked. After easily disarming him, I got him in a headlock and hit him in a pressure point. He fell to the floor, paralyzed. I turned around to see what to do next. When I did, a gun was on my forehead immediately.

Oh crud! I though. I hit him in a few simple weak points, like kicking him in the shin and where it hurts, but it didn't work too well. I knew I should have taken that guy hostage I criticized myself in my head. The only reason I decided against taking a hostage was because I didn't know if these people would shoot anyway. Too late now, I guess.

Luckily, Alis shot the guy just as he was about to shoot me.

"Thanks." I said. She didn't reply.

I sighed with relief when all the killing was over. We all just stood there for s second. Alis, Sal, and James were talking about how many kills they got. I felt bad because I hasn't gotten any. I only paralyzed a guy so that he can never move again, so I counted that as a kill. He would die eventually lying there anyway, unless someone found him. Then I remembered that this was an abandoned building, and I smiled.

"That was fun and all," I said after we had just stood there for a while, "but shouldn't we get back to why we were here in the first place?"

We all went back upstairs.

Reg Carter

I walk further in and wait for The Vicar to go into the lounge, he seems relatively at peace with himself as he sits down on the sofa in the darkness.

"So, who is he?" Riley asks eagerly, with Bree by her side.

"What?" I said, "You've never heard of The Vicar?"

"Obviously not," Bree cut in.

My voice turned to a whisper, "He's like the know-all of Gang life, Riles. 'Tis how he knew your name. No-one gets word by without him knowing something about it. I need his help ... with something, but more importantly, we need his help for this PK crap."

"How do you know him?" Riley asked, minorly bewildered.

"He kept my poor ass alive when I was on the run," I replied. Then hesitated before saying, "And the sly guy knows some't about my sis' death."

The Vicar

I knew the layout of the mansion far before coming here, but everything always looked bigger through my own eyes. It was like a maze of memories being compiled into an open palace of thought. I heard the others talking and knew it was undoubtably about my arrival. Riley n' Bree hadn't heard of me, that much was clear, but I'd definitely heard about them; in-fact I'd met Riley before, when she was all too young to know.

I got up and brushed down my trousers before walking gently into the hall where they were chatting. My stride was frail and without the trusty stick companion I wouldn't be much use at walking at all. Like usual, upon my entrance, the conversation went silent.

"I think we should stop with the pleasantrys," I mustered, "I thought you'd be very keen to know that you have guests."

Reg turned to me bewildered.

"And those guests are bastards," I groaned as I swept downward, ducking out of the way of a shot that crashed into the wall where my head had been. "Probably best to move, eh?"

Maitea

I pull up at the mansion with Ace. Three PK's are allready there. Ace's faces enrages with fury. I hand him a gun.

"Shoot to your hearts content." I say. He gets out. I take a gun likewise, but climb around the back of the truck.

My most destructive poison is there. Over ten years of attempting to build one even I had no immunity to it. I take out the little vial. Ace is face to face with two PK's.

"Ace, hold your breath and run!" I yell.

I unscrew the vials cap and throw the liquid on the ground. There is an explosion, and two of the PK's fall over dead. I still cover my mouth and nose. The green gas disperses, and I take a breath of air. Riley, Reg, Max and Bree all step out of the door, fully armed. We take down the other four PK's.

"Could they leave us alone for five minutes?" I ask.

"Nope." Riley laughs.

Suddenly a man steps out of the doorway.

Alis

I sigh, and step out of my sisters car.

"First chance I get, I am doing grand theft auto." I tell her. She sighs.

Various bodies lie around on the ground. They look like the PK type.

"Crap, I didn't get a chance to kill anyone else." My sister says from behind me.

Suddenly I see a man standing in the doorway. The Vicar.

I had respect for about three people in the world. He was number one. All over the world he was a legend, my hero. Not that he would ever know that. I had never met him in person, never dared hope I would get to. But there he was, standing in the doorway.

I realize I am just standing there, staring like an idiot.

"You're...the...Vicar?" I stutter.

"Yes, I am. It is odd, Alis, you recognized me when Riley has not. I assume your grandfather is well?" He laughs a little. How did he know I had murdered my grandfather? The man was just as incredible as the stories said.

When we got back to the mansion, the first thing I noticed was the bodies. I also noticed that they didn't really bother me anymore. I could deal with the sight of them, at least before they started smelling. We unloaded the trunks of the cars of all the things we'd stolen from the house, and took them to the doorway.

Standing there was an ancient looking man, who would have seemed like no-one particularly special if it wasn't for the fact that Alis was gaping at him open mouthed. She was dumbstruck. Alis, lost for words! I knew the guy must be special when I saw the looks of fear and admiration in every one's eyes. Still, I had no idea who he was and didn't want to be rude by asking. Then Max leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"He's called the vicar. He's a legend, knows everything and everyone. Don't mess with him."

I nodded, careful not to stare at the old man. I looked at Max instead and saw something manic in his eyes, like he was struggling to stay in control. I wondered what the hell was wrong with him.

Eve

After steeling about everything we could get our hands on, we headed back to the mansion. When we got there, a bunch of PK bodies were lying around. I was careful not to step on them as I walked to the doorway. I also noticed an old guy standing there.

"You're...the...Vicar?" She said.

"Yes, I am. It is odd, Alis, you recognized me when Riley has not. I assume your grandfather is well?" He replied, chuckling. I didn't know what that meant and why it was amusing to him, but Alis seemed starstruck.

Cris was the only one that looked confused. I figured she didn't know who he was either.

"He's called the vicar. He's a legend, knows everything and everyone. Don't mess with him." I heard Max whisper in her ear.

I was afraid to say anything, and a little scared of the Vicar himself! Max said he knew everything about everyone, and that just creeped me out. I didn't want some old guy that I never knew existed to know anything, much less everything, about me.

Finally someone spoke. "What brings you here?" Max asked the Vicar. Everyone waited eagerly to hear his reply.