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

Jimmy

What did I actually do to help the gang? I hadn't killed one person since I'd been here. I was the only one who hadn't. Eve, James, Reg, Ace, Riley, Bree, Alis, Sal... everyone. I was just some pathetic kid who was too scared to shoot a bullet through someone's head. The only thing that I could do was control Alis and Sal. Hardly helpful. What bugged me the most was the fact that I knew I was good with guns, I was just too much of a wimp to use one.

As negative thoughts circled my head, they were interrupted by a loud gunshot. The next thing I knew, footsteps were running around the mansion. Without an ounce of hesitation, I ran out of the room and ran to where I heard the gunshot. I heard someone call for Eve as I reached the landing. When I entered the room from where I heard the gunshot, my eyes widened. There was a guy lying on the floor with a bullet wound in his forehead. My eyes almost popped out of my skull when I saw Max lying unconscious in Chris' arms.

"How on earth did he manage to do that?" Eve, who was sitting by Chris, asked.

"I... I don't know." Chris replied, clearly feeling uneasy.

I wasn't sure if they'd noticed me, I hoped they hadn't. I didn't need a mirror to tell that my face was pale white. There was something about bullets in heads that really got to me. When I noticed the shredded bits of Max's ear on the dead guys face... well, that made me feel ten times worse.

Chris and Eve continued speaking although I didn't have a clue what they were saying, every sound was muffled and my head was spinning. Crap, I thought, shutting my eyes. It didn't help one bit though, the image of blood and a shredded ear was imprinted in my mind. Another ten seconds had passed and I actually felt like throwing up. It didn't take me long to realise that I would soon make an idiot out of myself.

Eve

Sal and I were interrupted again when we heard a gunshot. Then, Chris yelled my name.

I ran as fast as I could to where she was, Sal on my heels, and I was completely baffled when I got there. Max was unconscious in Chris's arms and a man was on the floor, a whole in his fore head where a bullet must have hit. I also noticed an ear on the dead man's chest. I looked over to see that Max was missing one.

"How on earth did he manage to do that?" I asked, bewildered.

"I... I don't know." Chris stammered.

I looked over at Jimmy who was just standing there, his eyes wide and his face pale. He looked like he was about to throw up, but I couldn't deal with him at that moment.

I turned back to Chris. "Tell me exactly what happened." I ordered.

Maitea

I listen outside the door after taking a quick look in. Max had made a sacrifice for us, he really was on our side. Ace turns to go in, but I hold him back.

"Trust me, do not go in." I tell him. He didn't need to see that. No one did. Ace nods, trusting me.

"Ace, are you okay?" I ask.

"Fine." He says, but walks downstairs. I follow him.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"What if Bree was right?" He says quietly, I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to hear. I back away slowly, too shocked to respond.

Riley

After a good while, Eve had gotten Max bandaged up. She left his room, and I went to talk to her and Chris.

"Eve, can you fix his ear?" I ask her.

"I would need a lot of skill, and surgery tools I don't have." She replies.

"Will he be able to hear out of it?"

"He should, but I can't guarantee."

"Thank you for your help." I say. Eve walks off.

"Chris, what happened?" I turn to her.

"The PK was going to make him shoot one of us. Somehow Max shot the PK back. That's all I know." Chris shrugged. I nod, and walk downstairs.

I needed some fresh air to think. I went outside and sat on a little rock by the lake in the back of the house. Before long, I hear footsteps behind me.

"I am sorry about what I said to Maitea." Bree tells me.

"I think you should apologize to Maitea. But, the damage has been done. Maybe it will help some, anyway." I give her the best piece of advice I had. I sat out by the water until the sky began to grow dark, carefully forming plans.

Eventually, I went inside and upstairs to go find Max. He was in his room, alone. his eyes were open, and he looked like he was in a lot more pain than he would ever let on.

"Max, what you did was very brave. You made a great sacrifice to keep us alive, and I'd like to thank you for it." I say. He doesn't speak.

"Max, I have one last question. If me and one of the fighters," (I intended to take James), "were to meet SS with him under the impression I was alone, and with his promise he was alone, would I be able to talk or reason with him at all?"

Max

"Max, I have one last question. If me and one of the fighters, were to meet SS with him under the impression I was alone, and with his promise he was alone, would I be able to talk or reason with him at all?", asked Riley.

Was SS reasonable? He was somebody who believed strongly in everything he did, but he was also someone who has a slight humility to whatever he does. He liked to talk, he liked to debate, but he liked to do it when he knew that he'd already won. He could be reasoned with, but it wouldn't end the way you'd want it.

"The best deal you'd get for all our safety would be to be to keep providing money to the PKs, just like before. They do their murders behind our back and we stay out of it. And I'd rather not be in this gang any more if we were paying for those sons of bitches"

"So then what can we do?"

"Exactly what I've wanted to do this whole time", I answered, "Go to Nevada, and kill SS". It wasn't like there was a successor, or somebody who'd avenge his death. Most people in the PK only believed in the random murder theory because they had no other choice. It was the PK or death, and so they grew to love it. But they'd be free if SS was killed. They wouldn't have anybody they'd need to impress, nobody they'd need to kill, just their normal murder-free lives. And that's what we wanted, wasn't it?

SS wanted freedom of the mind, and it was a sensible belief...but nobody has to kill others to prove it. SS' death would be the end of the PK, and as hard as it would be to get to him and kill him, it needed to be done. It was the only way.

"Who's driving?", I asked.

Riley


"Who's driving?", Max asks.

"I think we will wait until tomorrow, let them get their sleep. I think it's time for one last face off. All of us, against anyone who is actually loyal to SS." I reply. I decide he needs his sleep as well, and get up to leave.

I see Alis walking back into the library. I quickly tell her of my plan. She nods, and opens the book. On the page is a type of large, tan gun.

"Can I get it?" She asks.

"Don't you have every gun imaginable?" I ask her.

"This one is self loading and has a distance of 300 feet." She protests.

"Fine. But be back here by noon." I say. She grins, and walks off.

Alis

"Fine. But be back here by noon." Riley says. I grin, and walk off. Not that I wouldn't have gone anyway, but it was nice to have aproval. I walk into Jimmy's room. He is still awake.

"You want to come find a gun with me?" I ask.

"Don't you have every weapon that has ever been created? YOu have like 500 guns, use one of those." He mumbles.

"Not this one. It has a 300 foot range."

"I'm coming!" Sal says, coming in.

"Please, Jimmmy?" I ask.

Ace

Bree was right. I was very dangerous, especially now. I'd always had problems with anger management, but then again, I could always take it out without hurting anyone. I turned back to Maitea, wanting to smile, but unable to. "You know," I said, "even if I'm dangerous, that's a good thing, right?"

"Hm?" she asked, hesitating.

"For us. They killed my brother. I'm dying. My parents...won't be parents anymore. Do you know how much that bugs me? I was always banking on Benny holding them together after I was gone, but now he can't. So the least I can do is avenge him. Right now, me being dangerous is a good thing for this gang."

"You threw a cup at me," she said, almost laughing.

"Not at you. Just...in general. I didn't hit you. If I threw it at you, I would've hit you." I went up to her and took her into my arms, holding her tightly. "I would never hurt you."

"Don't hurt yourself, either," she said, returning the embrace.

I couldn't promise that, because when I was angry, I dissociated. I had no idea what I was doing when that happened. That night hadn't been my first attempt.

"I'll try not to hurt myself."

Jimmy

"Not this one. It has a 300 foot range." Alis said.

Wow a 300 foot range, how amazing.

"I'm coming!" Sal suddenly appeared in the doorway.

Had these guys even heard of knocking? They were lucky I wasn't naked.

"Please, Jimmy?" Alis asked again, ignoring Sal.

I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. For a tough girl, Alis had a real issue with doing things on her own. She was lucky I was a nice guy.

"As long as you promise not to kill anyone with it on the way back," I said, standing up. "No matter how tempted you get."

Alis was clearly annoyed by what I said. I swear to God, she was a guy. If she didn't have such a big chest on her, I'd have my doubts. Mumbling a 'fine' under her breath, Alis crossed her arms.

"Can I still come?" Sal asked hopefully.

"The Vicar"

I walked slowly up behind a fairly young girl, her eyes were misty as she delved into a bag of medical equipment and appeared to muse at each tool as if it were her first time. However, I knew that it was not her first. I knew that she was a mind, a skill at work. A walking beauty like every other intelligent creature out there. I watched her a moment longer before walking right up to her and facing her. She was startled, but silent, like they all were.

"Ah, Eve isn't it?" I said, quietly.

She nodded, but I expected she was thinking I should already know such a thing anyway.

"I always thought you'd be a good hand at the medical side of life if you ever got yourself in a shit-storm like this," I said to her, "I once knew your dear Aunt, infact. She was the lady who carried the true brains in your family and you have undoubtably got them from her."

She smiled, but she was anxious and awkward in appearance. I decided to take a few paces away from her and look towards the cradled fire place, my back to her, but I knew she'd continue to listen, merely with a touch more confidence.

"Riley needs you, Eve," I mustered, looking at a photo on the mantel piece of Reg's family, "And I think you know why I'm here too. I'm here because to a certain extent, you lot need me; but in actual fact, my true purpose... ha. My true purpose is to be here when you need to talk to me. When you need to confess. Because, like it or not, Eve, I know you all better than anyone."

With that, I walked out of the room. Not looking back at her expression.

Reg Carter

Riley had certainly made an impact on us all earlier, and I'd put my money on The Vicar being behind it, but all the same, she'd given us back the Tiger. I knew my place, I always had done. Even though not especially being a prominent part of the gang's functions, I was still the glue to the relations. I missed Bree as well. Everything seemed far more active since our marriage and we'd rarely put time aside for one another.

I walked in on her and Ace. "Mind if I borrow this beautiful lady a second?" I asked, cheekily with a smile splitting up my cheeks.

"Not at all," said Ace.

"Thanks," I replied, taking Bree's hand and sweeping her out of the room. I took her up the flight of stairs to our bedroom and sat her down on the bed. She looked mildly confused but I could also sense she was happy by a tiny twinkle in her eye. She lifted a brow in curiousity of what I was attempting to do. I merely opened up my bedside drawer and pulled out a small poppy. I placed it in her silky brunette hair and kissed her gently on the cheek before looking her in the eye.

"I love you, Bree," I said.

Bree

Reg takes out a small flower and places it in my hair. He kisses my cheek lightly.

"I love you, Bree," he says.

"I love you too, Reg." I respond. He sits beside me. I put my head on his shoulder. "I am worried about Riley's plan. What if it doesn't work? We don't know how many PK's there are out there."

"Everything'll work out. Riles wouln' do anythin' that could get us all killed." Reg says. I nod, but don't quite believe him.

"Wait, get us all killed?" I protest. What the hell did he mean by that. Would some of us die? I couldn't stand losing any of them.

"Stop worryin' Bree." He says softly. He wraps his arms around me. We sit like that for a few minutes, not having anything to say.

"Love you Reg." I say after a minute, just in case.... well, anything could happen.

Alis

"Can I still come?" Sal asks.

"No, where I am going is no place for a child. I can only keep my eye on one of you at a time, while still watching my own back." I say. I gesture for Jimmy to follow me. Sal takes out her gun and points it at me.

"Let me come." She says.

"Fine, but if you get yourself killed, I had nothing to do with it." I interject. Jimmy gives me a look.

I check that my gun is loaded, and hand one to Jimmy. I already know my sister is armed. Probably with some form of explosive. Those were her favorites. I preferred shotguns and pistols.

"Ditch the dynamite." I tell her as she takes one out of a purse she is carrying.

"Fine, but can I keep the grenade?" she asks. I nod.

We drive in my sisters car, because mine wasn't in top condition.

"Oh the way back, I am committing Grand Auto Theft." I say with a laugh.

Finally, we pull up to the alleyway. I gesture for the others to keep quiet, and follow me. at the end of the alley, there is a metal grate. I lift it, push it aside, and jump into the hole.

"Come on." I say, and look around. It hadn't changed much. In a way, it was like an underground, dark, barley lit bazaar. But with much, much shadier people. Everywhere there are cries of pain, and gunshots. All the stalls have bullet marks on the wood or through the roof. It isn't crowded, I can move about easily, except for the dead bodies on the floor.

"Welcome to the Devil's Market. The only place you will be able to find a gun like that for a reasonable price." I say to Jimmy and Sal. I grin at the 'reasonable price' part. Me keeping the shop owner alive would be a 'reasonable price'.

Maitea

"I'll try not to hurt myself." Ace says.

I look up at him, "Please, for me, don't." I wasn't sure what I would do if he died.

Something he had said really, really bothered me. I'm dieing. We all kind of were, weren't we? But I refused to believe he would die at twenty. It just wouldn't happen, I wouldn't let it.

"Is there anything that can be done?" I ask quietly.

"About?" he responds.

"The dieing at twenty thing." I choke out. Already, the idea hugely bothered me.

"I don't know, but I think not." He responds. I feel a tear leak down my cheek. I turn my face so he won't see me cry.

Riley

I walk in on Maitea and Ace. Maitea is crying.

"Did I not just talk to you about this. Save it for after the fight. Ace, read this," I toss him a book on in the build and insides of computerized guns, "And Maitea, go find Eve and help her with her fighting. She'll get herself killed if she goes out fighting the way she does now." I walk out of the room. For their sake, I hope they followed my orders.

I grab my gun and a knife, then I go outside. I walk up to a large tree and draw a sort of bulls-eye with my knife. I step back about 50 feet, and aim. The shot goes about a foot from the center. I cuss, and try again.

I keep this up until about dawn, and by that time I have used up a good lot of bullets and I am hitting the center every time. I had changed distances and angles a lot, not knowing where I would be shooting from. I felt bad for the tree. I grin, and go inside.

Eve and Maitea had been outside for a good while, training. From what I saw, Eve was getting much better. That was good for her. She needed the help.

Eve

I'm here because to a certain extent, you lot need me; but in actual fact, my true purpose... ha. My true purpose is to be here when you need to talk to me. When you need to confess. Because, like it or not, Eve, I know you all better than anyone." The Vicar said to me. Then he just walked out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

I didn't mind the Vicar too much, but I still didn't like him. He knew so much about me that I didn't even know, and I didn't like that.

I hadn't said a single word to him, because I was afraid. I didn't want him to know even more about me. My voice could tell a lot. He might be able to tell the kind of person I am by the way I speak. Max had told me that he was really incredible, so I didn't want to underestimate him.

I was kind of hoping to lead him off by not talking. Hopefully he'd get the wrong impression of me, but I didn't think I was doing to good.

I sighed. then walked outside. I knew I was supposed to be trying to fix Max's ear, but I knew he was tired. Besides, I needed fresh air.

I just sat there for a while, watching Riley practice. The Vicar's words rang in my head.

"Riley needs you, Eve." he had said. I still didn't believe him, even if he was supposed to know everything.