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

Jimmy

I watched in horror as chaos erupted in front of my eyes. I was frozen, I couldn't move an inch. I was stood behind a tree, away from anyone's bloodthirsty eyes. What was I doing? My gang were out there, fighting their butts off, getting themselves killed and I was hiding behind a tree like some little girl.

Come on Jim, I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. If you die, you die. Get over it. Opening my eyes again, I stared at the gun in my hand. I had to do this; I had to fight, whether I liked it or not. Without giving it another thought, I sprinted onto the field, ready for whatever was thrown, or shot, at me.

Within the matter of seconds, I had my gun pointed at one of the PK's. Forcing any thoughts of death out of my head, I aimed my gun, shut my eyes, and shot. As I opened my eyes, I stared at the guy I'd just shot. He was now lying on the floor, a bullet wound in the centre of his forehead. That was... easy. I had pretty good aim, as well.

Suddenly, my attention got turned to one of the PK's on the other side of the field. My attention was locked to that area when I saw him aim his gun ahead of him, at Alis.

"Alis!" I shouted, instantly lifting my gun.

Alis turned to me, then turned to the guy. Before she had the time to throw a grenade, or whatever she was planning on doing, at him, I pulled the trigger of my gun. Alis' eyes widened as she stared at the guy, now with a bullet wound in his forehead. Just like the other one I'd shot. Wow, I really did have good aim.

Is Reg actually going to die/ is dead? I wasn't sure from your last post if he actually died or not....

Bree

“Reg!” I yelled, watching as he fell to the ground. I run over to him. I feel hot tears run down my cheeks.

I put my arms around him. A PK walks over, and hols his gun out. I take my pistol and shoot him. My vision went red with fury. This could not be happening.

I can’t even comprehend what is happening; I just shoot every PK that gets within range of me. I had never fought like this, I was sure. I can feel the fury building up inside of me. It pushes me harder, making me fight more and more viciously. I reload again and again. I don’t even know how many I have killed, how many I will kill. It doesn’t matter. I can’t feel the ground beneath me. I only feel the need for revenge, and the hate that forces me ahead as I fought. I wanted to personally kill every PK that was on this earth.

I couldn’t feel anything but the pain and hate that seemed to be surrounding me, making me fight like I never had before.

James~~

Only once in my life had I felt this rage: when I first joined the Fishers. I carried Riley with one arm and shot with the other. It was one shot one kill for me, and dozens fell. I don't remember reloading, or anything else for that matter, just PKs coming into the sights and then falling in a spray of red. I was hit once in the shoulder, and grazed on the leg, but I continued to walk, the light vest I put on absorbing some of the impact and pure rage absorbing the rest. Eventually we came out of the forest and I entered a building, shutting a door behind me.

I propped Riley up in a corner, her body limp from the poison. Just to be sure I checked her pulse; still beating.

I set up grenade traps at three of the entrances, and laid out the rest of my ammo on a busted table. Three clips left, which meant I shot 30 rounds coming to the building. I filled the first pistol and set it on the table, and then filled the other and put it in my belt.

Just as I finished there was an explosion from one of the traps. I turned just as two people came in the room. They fell with holes in their heads. I took their guns and ammo and set it on the table, arranging it so that when I was out all I had to do was grab another.

"This is James, Riley's safe. Someone grab Reg and get to the warehouse on fifth. Come in the North entrance, and for gods sake announce you're coming. We can't win the fight from out there, so we might as well make a stand here."

I set the radio down and settled in. It was going to be a long night.

Bree

"Jimmy, Chris, help me with him." I say, gesturing with Reg. In all the chaos, we manage to get him to the building. Riley is propped up in the corner.

"Is she alive." I ask, keeping my voice even.

"Yes, barely." James says.

"Do you think she'll stay alive?" Chris asks.

"We will have to check with Maitea, it is her poison." James says bitterly. The others, Alis last, come in the door.

I take a look at Reg. I don't check whether he is alive or not. I didn't want to know, in case it was the later.

"We're going to get killed." Eve says.

"We're doomed." Chris agrees.

"Would Riley want you talking like that? Where is that going to get us. We have started the fight, and we can't back out. For our sake, for their sake, we have to fight. We will win, if we put everything we've got into it. I know we can." I say, trying to think of what my sister would say.

Eve

Everything had happened so fast. I didn't know what to do anymore.

"Would Riley want you talking like that? Where is that going to get us. We have started the fight, and we can't back out. For our sake, for their sake, we have to fight. We will win, if we put everything we've got into it. I know we can." Bree said.

I nodded, but didn't say anything. Then I looked at James. Now that Riles was out, he was kind of the next one in charge.

"What do you want us to do?" I asked him.

We all waited patiently for him to answer. These were difficult times, so there definitely was no 'winging it' anymore. We had to had to be strategic. That was one of my specialties!

*isn't Reg half dead? he did get shot in the body twice... that could use some clarification*

Max

People started carrying our team out from the fire fight...SS really brought his full game here. When Reg blasted his pistol into SS' knee, I couldn't feel any better. He was finally getting what he deserved. When he dropped down, I knew he was dead. SS didn't play possum. He accepted every victory and loss, and I just knew, somehow, that he wouldn't take his own life ending to be any different.

Besides, the PK were still on the loose. There wouldn't be communication with them, even if they'd be hunting us. Nonetheless, we were losing at the moment. I was a bit seperate from everybody else, so I tried to sprint up to them to catch up. This was not one of my better ideas...I was way more open to anybody who wanted to take a shot at me. I was alone and sprinting. Of all the shots, though, I didn't expect to be zapped unconcious with what felt like a ranged taser. The last thing I saw was the gang getting away, staying safe. Then, I was blacked out.

***

When I woke up, I looked around at where I was. The walls and the floor were made of a blue, warped-waving metal, with nothing but an empty first aid kit. There was no light, no windows, and perfectly rectangular. I think I was in a crate-style earthquake bunker. There was a note on one of the walls, but if one of the walls was a door, it looked sealed and locked up too tight for me to manage anything. And if that didn't end any hope I had, I looked at the edges of the walls...they were covered in dirt. When I slammed my fist against the door, it didn't echo or bounce. It just made a firm noise. I was pretty sure I was burried in the crate.

I went over to the note and took a read...
Dear Max
SS had specific orders when you left the PK to put you in this box, alive, as for you to suffocate to death. The entire PK is sorry that it needed to end this way.

Short and simple...I couldn't really hate them. They were following orders. I hoped the best for the gang...and I hoped just as well for myself. I had nothing, and the chances of getting found or even dug up were probably little to none. I didn't even know where I was, or how deep. I should've brought my watch...I didn't even know how long I was knocked out.

In sweet time, I was going to die. I assumed as much, anyways. When I got to thinking, I really believe that I deserved this. I was the one who sicked the PK on the RHG network, and the Fishers, all out of a little temper. I'd gotten away with it for so long. This was probably the best way...a bit of a poetic ending.

I took a seat with my back against the wall, and looked at my crate. It was dark, silent, and empty. Until I looked at the ceiling. Something large was duct taped to the ceiling, pretty difficult to see. I grabbed the empty first aid box and got on my toes. I used the box to poke the tape off the object. After enough jabbing, it almost hit the ground, but I was glad it didn't. I caught it as it fell, and I was surprised...it was a guitar. An acoustic one, and something was carved into the back.

I'm a murderer, but I'm not cruel. Enjoy this for your last little while.
-SS

I took my seat in a corner of the crate. I started playing some music...as usual, I imagined the other instruments in my head, and I played everything I knew was an ending. The only thing in my life that I didn't ruin, that always stayed with me, that never made anything worse, was the music. Things would end in and hour or two, probably, and it was going to end right. I got what I deserved, as did everybody else.

I don't know how long I was in the crate, maybe a few hours, until I started having trouble moving and breathing. I stopped playing the guitar and layed myself down on the ground. I made my final hope and wish aloud, even without anybody around. And I hoped for the right people this time...not myself, not the PK, but the good guys.

"Good luck, Fishers", I whispered to myself with my last breath.

My eyes closed and it all faded. As unfortunate as it was to die from suffocation, being burried alive, it was peaceful. I couldn't be more thankful for that.

Spoiler

I presumed SS to be dead, anyways. I don't care if he is or isn't, I think Max's death here still works. And if you want to know any of my reasoning on this, check my blog for today's blog post (May 13th, "A Sudden Death!"

Bree

I answered Eve's question.

"We go out and fight. We are down three, but we can still fight. Sal, go up on the roof and blow up however many you can." I tell her. She grins.

"Right on it!" She says. I see her grab a bunch of dynamite. About a minute later, there is a large explosion and a lot of smoke from outside.

"That took car of about half, but I used up all of it. You'll have to fight the rest." She says, coming downstairs.

"Let's fight." I say. I pick up a loaded gun off the table. "Eve, stay here and tend to Reg. Maitea, see if you can reverse the poison in Riley's system." I take my gun, and walk out the door.

At first, because of he smoke, no one shoots. Then all hell reigns loose. There are gun shots everywhere, and I don't even know what is going on.

"Ace, do whatever you can to the computer-run guns!" I yell. A second later, a few cusses are heard. I grin.

After what seems like an eternity, the smoke clears.

"There all dead." Alis reports.

"Check, and double check all of them. Shoot them all again if necessary. Be careful." I say. I shoot every PK I pass. They all are dead.

Eve

"Eve, stay here and tend to Reg. Maitea, see if you can reverse the poison in Riley's system." Bree says. Maitea and I both nod, and get to work.

I walked over to Reg and looked at his injuries, taking out my first aid kit.

He was conscious, and that was really the only thing I needed to see besides where his wounds were.

I took out a plastic cover type-thing and placed it over the wound on his chest. He didn't complain about the pain or if he was having trouble breathing, so I didn't take it off for a while.

I heard an explosion, followed by lots of gunshots, in the background, but tried to ignore the. I needed to concentrate, but it was hard when I was in the middle of a battle.

Once the wound on Reg's chest was a little cleared up, I began working on the one on his shoulder. That didn't take too much longer, and I knew he was going to make it.

Soon, I heard the rain of shots stop, and I knew the battle was over.

"We won!" Maitea said with a smile. I smiled too.

Reg Carter Important to read (Sorry it's long)

I gasped in a deep breath and instantly cursed at the sudden shot of pain that lurched at me. dammit, I thought. Eve told me to relax, but I needed to get my system in sync again. I sat up and breathed heavily, trying to with stand the pain.

"Got myself shot then," I whispered in obvious agony.

"Yes, you did. But you saved Riles and murdered that SS," Maitea said reassuringly.

"Ha," I grunted, "How's Riles?"

Bree was about to step in with an answer when I suddenly noticed the Vicar. He stood there with a shotgun pointed at us. His face was stained with eagerness, but doubted what he was doing.

"Everyone stay where you are," The Vicar said, hinting with his shotgun for everyone to sit in the same place by me. "One shot, and half of you will be dead. You hear? Vegetables. Shit to the slaughter. Don't you move."

"What are you doing?" Bree protested confidently.

"I've lived too long in all this bollucks, that's what. I needed a ticket out of this game, but no. I know too much. Then I come across these lovely chaps who offer me protection if I knock you lot off. Mind you, I owe Reg some't before I do, I guess."

I looked at him, curious. Like usual though, I let him do the talking.

"You thought it was the Ghost that killed your poor Sister, didn't you?" He sneered, "But if I'm honest, the Ghost was more of the intel type. He couldn't have tracked you that well, after all you'd learnt from me, eh? No, it was someone who's stayed close to you ever since. Sure, he was paid off by your Uncle Freddy, but that isn't all of it Reg."

"Tell me who. Tell me now," I growled, ignoring the pain in my lungs.

"Oh, but I haven't finished the story, Carter. This is my moment. You see, this man has been looking over your shoulder ever since. I can't say it was easy, him killing your sis, I mean. They were involved with one another, kind of cute, eh? Then the old movie nonsense went on. Your sis claimed she needed to go away with you, and, well, this man was naturally heart broken..."

"What yu sayin' Vicar?" I said again.

"Silence, eh? And I might get there. The poor lad couldn't help but wan'a kill you, as any good soul man would. Unfortunately, he needed the Ghost's help to do it. The Ghost could only lead the poor sod to your Sister. She ends up dead, 'cause the Ghost can't do shit when it comes to finding the real man."

"Cut to the chase, would ya?" I yelled, trying to move him on.

"Indeed I will. You ran into that man, when you joined the Fishers, Carter. He didn't need to go to you, you came to him. O'course, you decided to go off and pop your Uncle Freddy, and since this poor lad had moved on from his heartbreak... well, he saw no reason to kill you. Even moreso when he fell in love with your dear Riles-"

James quickly lunged at him, eager to make him silent, but the Vicar knocked him down with the butt of the Shotgun and pointed the barrell at his head. "Back with the others, Mr. James." He obliged and crueled over to the rest of us.

"You-" I roared, but couldn't move because of the pain. I suddenly caved in on the spot, tears falling from my eyes. Both in anger and the loss of my beloved sister to someone so cycnical and for so little of a reason.

"Looks like I don't get to do the old name reveal, then," The Vicar interrupted. "Well, unfortunately, you all need to die. My apologies, Carter. Ladies, Gentlemen." He raised the barrel of the shotgun at us all and at this point I thought quickly, picking up a small piece of metal and throwing it hard at his leg. It shredded through his frail shin and he fell to the ground. James instantly got up and took away the shot gun, shooting him twice in the chest.

I blacked out.

*Me and Riders agreed we'd have this kind'a twist, I hope it's okay*

Bree

After waving Eve to make sure Reg was okay, I turn slowly to look at James. I couldn't believe it, I had always trusted him. Now, I hated him. He had been trying to kill Reg.

"How...could...you?" I stutter out. I don't let him respond. "Do you know what Riley is going to think once she finds out? That you were trying to get Reg killed the whole time. How do you think that makes me feel, James?" I raise my gun to his head.

"Bree, no, you will regret it." Chris says.

"Riley would want to hear his story." Ace says. My hold on the on just tightens.

"He was trying to kill Reg, who cares about his side of the story?" I protest.

"Riley would." Maitea says softly. Something about the tone of her voice makes me drop the gun.

"Fine, I will let Riley hear, and then she can kill you." I say. I sit down beside Reg.

James just stands there. "Just....go." I say, motioning to the door. He walks out, and slams the door.

James~~

I pulled the shotgun to the side and elbowed the Vicar in the face, taking the gun. Of course he wouldn't tell the whole story, but why would he? This is what happens when you are raised to have no emotions, once they finally show you go haywire, and every piece of humanity in you goes away leaving only concentrated emotion. There is no reason, no thought. In this instance there was only anger, and in seventeen years without emotional experience that rage made me inhuman- comparable to the hulk. That was why I left, that was why I killed my father, that was why I killed the ghost, and thats why I joined the Fishers. They would never understand that, and Reg would never stop hunting me.

I listened to Bree talk without listening. I wished she would pull the trigger. Had I tried to find Reg? yes. Had I ever tried to kill him once he joined the Fishers? No.

I pulled out my wallet and dropped it in front of Reg, "collectively there's 10,000 dollars in there. Take care of everyone."

I grabbed my pistol and stuck it in my pants, "I'll take care of the cops."

Riley

I had heard everything, and Ace was right. I wanted to hear what James had to say. I open my eyes.

"What happened when I was out?" I ask in a weak voice, I put up my hand, "I already heard everything about James."

"Fighting, mostly." Chris says. I nod.

"Where's Max?"

"Dead." Ace says.

"And James? I heard a door slam...."

"He left." Bree says, in a voice that clearly says she was glad.

"Why?" I demand, trying to stand up.

Eve

I was glad when Reg was all bandaged up. I knew he was going to be all right, until the Vicar had come in.

While the Vicar was talking, Reg was getting angry. That caused his heartbeat to speed up, which wasn't very good. I had tried to get him to stop, but of course he wouldn't listen.

I was glad when the Vicar was dead, but I was angry at James. I didn't want to say anything, though.

Bree was angry, and she let everyone know that.

After James had slammed the door shut, Riles woke up. I smiled, knowing she was going to be okay too.

"Why?" she asked when Bree told her where James went.

"He probably just wants to be alone." I told her.

"Go get him." She said to Bree.

Bree got up reluctantly, and came back a few minuted later with him by her side.

"What?!" He asked Riley.

"I want to hear your side of the story." She said.

He was very angry, but I couldn't tell if it was at the Vicar, us, or himself. Either way, he didn't seem to want to talk about what happened. I couldn't blame him.

Eventually, he started to tell his story, and we all listened silently.