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

Riley

What the hell was I supposed to do? Who did I help first?

"Eve, look at Ace." I say. Maitea turned on us, she would just have to wait.

"Maitea's hurt the most." She protests.

"Do as I say." I growl, then bend down beside Reg.

"She was all I had." Reg said through his tears.

"You still have me Reg. Your not the only one in pain. I just now how to vent it a little better." I say sharply, then decide this wasn't a time for acusitations.

I put on of my arms around him, "I'm sorry, Reg. I really am. This shouldn't have happened. But there is nothing to do now."

Maitea

Ace kept his face blank and expressionless as I talked to him. This wasn't a good sign. Not that I didn't deserve whatever he was going to do anyway. Then, pain rips through me, and I fall to the ground. More pain in my leg. I hear talking, but can only just make a some of it out.

I watch Dimitri comes out of the woods.

"Maitea!"He says. Surely he must realize we are about to kill him.

"Dimitri, I am sorry, but you're one of them." I say. Chris points a gun at his head.

"Wait, two things first. I knew you were going to kill me, so I take death with a smile." He takes a deep breath, and turns to Ace, "You're a lucky guy, Ace. Don't waste what you have. And, Maitea, just know I still love you." He whispers the last part to me.

A bullet rips clean through his head. How could he do this? He would make those his last words. I don't even want to look at Ace's face. I can't bring myself to, in case his eyes are still full of hate.

I still feel the pain ripping me apart on the outside, but it's the pain on the inside I am sure will kill me.

Eve

"Do as I say." Riley says angrily to me. I sigh, then nod.

As I walked towards Ace, I could hear Riley's conversation with Reg. I felt so bad for him. He had lost his love, and now Ace might lose his again.

My eyes were filled with tears by the time I had gotten to work on Ace. It didn't take long for me to help him, since all he had was a simple black eye. All I had to do really was give him some ice.

The Dimitri guy came out to tell us something. He knew he had to die. Before Chris shot him, I heard him whisper something to Maitea. I was so angry, I couldn't even look at him, or Maitea.

I knew it wasn't Maitea's fault completely, but for some reason I was still angry with her a little. This had torn the gang apart. With Bree dead, things were going to be so different.

After fixing up Ace, I walked up to Riley again.

"Do you want me to help Maitea now, or do you want me to just leave her?" I asked her.

"You can help her." she said to me. Again, all I do is nod. Before I head over to her, I looked at Reg. He looked completely torn apart.

Cleo

I stand up slowly, and walk away, leaving Alis and Jimmy alone. I go over to Eve.

I inspect her work on Maitea. "Very good, actually. Are you sure you don't have a degree?" I ask her.

"No, but I read a lot." She admits.

"Well the stitches are lined up perfectly." I check Maitea's pulse. She was out cold, due to the fact that she needed stitches, and an anesthetic needed to be applied, "And the anesthetic seems to have been administered properly."

"Thank you." Eve says.

"Would you like my help?" I ask. "Or for me to do it entirely. I am not biased, and have no hard feelings for her. Mostly because I don't know her. If it is hard for you to help her, I will do it."

Eve

"Would you like my help?" Cleo asked me. "Or for me to do it entirely. I am not biased, and have no hard feelings for her. Mostly because I don't know her. If it is hard for you to help her, I will do it."

I began to get angry with all her talking.

"You know what!?" I said, standing up. "You're right. You should do it. I'm sure you could do it better than me!" I stalked off to leave her to it.

I didn't know where to go, so I just started walking around. Eventually, I ran into Riley.

"Cleo's working on Miatea." I said. She could obviously hear the anger in my voice, and she chuckled. I glared at her, then walked to Reg.

His head was in his hands, and he was crying, muttering to himself quietly. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he looked up. He didn't speak, so I knew I had to.

"Hey." I said to him, sitting beside him on the couch.

"Hey." he said. I could hear the strain in his voice.

"How ya doin'?"

"Okay." I knew he was lying, especially because tears still ran from his eyes.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" I asked. All I wanted to do was help him. I felt so bad.

He shook his head, so I walked away. I went straight upstairs to where Bree's body still lay. For a while I just stood there, looking at it, thinking. Finally, I decided I couldn't take it anymore, so I headed back downstairs to see Alis.

Riley

I stand up, and go over to look at Maitea. I wasn't sure what to do with the girl. I couldn't let her back in the gang, she had done too much damage. There was no way to be certain she wouldn't do it again. I couldn't kill her either, as much as I'd like to, because there were so many reasons I shouldn't.

I went up to Chris. "What do you think I should do?"

"About what?" She asks.

"Maitea. I can't kill her, and I can't let her back in the gang."

"You could have her leave, and make sure she doesn't come back." Chris suggested.

"That might work. I am just worried about Ace. Whatever I do, I have a feeling, will effect him."

"I see the problem, now. you could keep her under close watch."

"I can't just let her back in though. There is too much tension, and Reg will probably end up killing her. It is for her own good, as well as ours."

"Do you have much of a choice?"

"I am not really sure. I guess making her leave is my only real option."

Reg Carter

I cradled myself with the tears for a while, running over what had been said and done. I was surprised Riley hadn't reacted moreso considering her sister had been killed, but then Riley was too good a leader.

I decided to suck it up and took in a big sniff of air. I was practically a machine now if it weren't for Riley and my Sister, I would be one. I had no emotion left for anything else; I was meant to be the glue to the gang but like this, the glue wasn't working.

I got up and shook it all away, anger was pumping through my veins and it wasn't good. I walked into a bathroom and tore off my hoody, I didn't have any blatent regard for my pants as I stepped straight into the cold shower, letting the water trickle down.

We'd only been married a month.

Cleo

"You know what!?" Eve says, standing up. "You're right. You should do it. I'm sure you could do it better than me!" She stalks off. I finish Maitea, then go after her.

"Eve, I'm sorry, really. I was trying to be nice." I say.

"Oh." She says.

"I just wasn't sure if you were mad, and might not want to be helping her." I say calmly.

"Well, I guess I understand that."

"Look, I am not here to steal your spotlight. I just want to help." I finish kindly, then walk away.

Maitea

The anesthetic wears off, and I hear Riley and Chris talking about me. I listen in a little, but can't bring myself to care.

Whatever happened, they would keep me away from Ace. I knew that for a fact, and the thought almost sent me to tears. I had screwed up, bad.This would never blow over, and I would never be forgiven. I would be lucky if I was even allowed back in the gang. Heck, I was lucky if they didn't decide to kill me after all. I try to sit up, and manage to pull myself into a sitting position. Ace is nowhere to be seen. I realize standing up is impossible.

"Chris, get Ace, please." I beg.

Chris looks at Riley. Riley shakes her head. "If he wants to see you, he will come out." Her tone is cold. Something tells me Ace doesn't want to see me. I begin to cry, again.

Eve

"Look, I am not here to steal your spotlight. I just want to help." Clea says to me when I'm walking towards Alis. Then, she walks away. I wondered if she expected me to come after her, but I didn't. I just got more angry.

Great! I thought to myself. She's nice too. Even when she knows we don't all like her.

I shook it all off then continued to Alis.

"Hey." I said when I saw her.

"Hey." she replied. It had been a while since we had really gotten to talk.

"How are things with Jimmy?" I asked.

She gave a half smile, but her eyes were sad. "Not too good." she said.

"Oh." I said with a sigh. "Well, once everything settles, I'm sure it'll get better." I said.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem." I said, proud that I made someone feel even the slightest bit better.

I decided, then, to go to the library. That was the one place that, hopefully, Cleo couldn't disrupt me.

Riley

I go to the room where my sister is shot. I clean off her face, and then bring her downstairs and lay her on the ground beside a large patch of trees outside. I run and grab a shovel, then start to dig.

Night comes before I am done. I wipe the sweat of my forehead, then pick my sister up and put her in the grave. I take one last look at her, then begin to pile the dirt on. It only takes a few minutes for me to fill in the hole. I go and grab a large, flat rock. I take out a knife and carve her name, and then a well known phrase in the south.

Siempre unida, siempre amó, siempre en paz.

It was ironic, I must admit. The phrase meant: Forever united, forever loved, forever in peace. It was well known in Mexico, and was often spoken over the dead. I knew it was appropriate here, save for the part about peace.

I knew Reg would have wanted to see Bree one last time, but I couldn't let him. I knew from experience that once you see a person you love dead, all your memories of them living fade and die. I wouldn't do that to him. He needed those memories, they were all he had. I had photographs now, and that was all. I stand the stone up at the head of her grave.

The tears come. I had promised myself I would be strong, swore I wouldn't cry. But I knew I was lying to myself. My only sister was dead, and I couldn't help but cry.

I knew how Reg felt, only his pain must be one thousand times more than mine. I had turned into a stone over time. He really loved her, and I just ordered her around.

I stand up, knowing there is no use in regrets. I wipe away my tears, and walk away from Bree's grave.

I watched Riley bury her dead sister from an upstairs window. When she turned her head, the moonlight glistened on her face and illuminated the streams of tears there. I couldn't start to imagine what she must have been feeling. Reg was inside somewhere and I bet he didn't know that his wife was being buried. It was probably best that he didn't.

I walked downstairs just as Riley walked through the door. Her face was cold as stone, there was no emotion on it, no clue about the loss she'd just suffered. She looked at me for a moment, and I said nothing. I could see then in her eyes all the pain and anguish she was trying so hard to hold inside.

I thought about why I'd come here. This was the famed Fishers gang, they took from the rich to feed the poor, they were heroes. This wasn't them. This was a broken group of grieving, sick and dying people. Since I had been here it was like living in a bubble, and I couldn't think of one person I'd helped. This wasn't what the Fishers were about, and in that moment I made a promise to myself; that I would do everything I could to return the Fishers to their central mission, or do it myself, alone. Either way, I wasn't going to continue this pointless existence. I looked at Riley again, and began to speak.

Riley

"Riley, I think we need to get back to the whole point of this gang. I mean, were the last Robin Hood gang in America. It's time we do our job." Chris says.

"Chris, your right, of course. I just need to deal with Maitea, and then we can go back to doing what we are meant to do. I have been thinking this for a while." I respond.

"Tomorrow, maybe?"

"I suppose, maybe later tomorrow night. We do need to clear a few things up."

"I understand that, to an extent."

"Not only is Maitea a problem, of course, but also I have Reg and Ace to worry about."

"Why Ace?"

"I am afraid me forcing Maitea to leave will upset him."

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I went away for the weekend.

Jimmy

"Alis, you do realise he is standing behind you?" Cleo said as Alis spun around to look at me.

I'd had enough now. Why did I have to mess absolutely everything up? I never should have come to this gang. To begin with, I was too much of a girl to even hold a gun until a few days ago. I didn't help the gang much at all and I'd practically wrecked any happiness that Alis had.

Without saying another word, Cleo left looking very awkward. Alis continued to look at me. The only place she wouldn't look at me was in the eye. Before she had the chance to say anything, I ran upstairs. As I headed towards my bedroom, I could hear Alis following me up the stairs. I just wanted her to leave me alone. I didn't want to hurt her anymore.

"Jimmy!" I heard Alis call me.

Slamming my bedroom door behind me, I more or less collapsed onto my bed. I actually felt sick. I hadn't eaten or drunk anything in a few days, which didn't help. Everything was going wrong. Bree'd just been killed, Max had been killed, Cleo and Eve were fighting like hell, and I'd upset an awful lot of people.

I knew that Alis would soon be in my room, but I didn't care. Maybe I could just pretend that I was asleep?

Alis

"Jimmy?" I say, walking in. He is sleeping, fake sleeping. "Really?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest. He was the worst actor in the entire world.

"What?" He asks.

"Why'd you run?" I ask.

"I keep messing everything up."

"Jimmy, you haven't really messed anything up. Well, maybe one thing, but it's nothing important. But not everything." I say. He doesn't respond.

"Do you want me to leave?" I ask slowly.

"Yes." He says.

Before I reach the door, I turn and say, "My feelings haven't changed from what Sal told you."

I walk out of the room, and shut the door behind me.