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

I think Maitea's loosing it a bit...

Maitea

I lean against a brick wall, and think. Where was I going to go from here?

The second I thought the question, I knew the answer. Millbrook.

It had high security, cameras, and the special ops HQ. It was the perfect neighborhood. Just a little in-and-out job wouldn't kill me. Go in, first house I see, take what I can, and leave. No problems. No worries.

Before I had time to reason out what I was doing, and form a good plan, I get in my car and start to drive. I would have to go completely instinct. Just act on what felt right if I was going to make it out of here.

I knew I would, somehow, but not easily. It would be a thrill, a rush. Like a roller coaster. Short, but a lot of fun. And it would be helping people. A win-win situation.

But I wouldn't kill anyone. I wasn't a murderer. Worst case, I knock them out cold for a week. As I pull up to the gates, I toss my gun in the back seat.

I pull up beside a little brick check in station.

"What is your name?" an overweight man asks me.

"I'm here to deliver something." I say.

"You're Miss Smith?" He asks.

"That's me." I say. He nods, and opens the gates. It was that easy.

Eve

"Time to get creative." Cleo said.

"This will be simple." Sal said.

The father of the house came into the room, holding a huge gun.

"Is that just me or is that a really big gun?" Cleo whispered. I just nodded, stunned. They had better security than we'd thought.

"Who are you?" the man asked. No one replied. We didn't know what to say.

He cocked his gun. "Who are you?!"

"We're not going to hurt you." Chris said. "We just came for something."

"What do you want?" he asked. Just after he asked that, another light turned on. A little girl came down the stairs, holding a teddy bear and rubbing her eye tiredly. Sal smirked when she saw her.

"Get out of here, Kami." the dad said.

"What's going on?" she asked in a high voice. At that, Sal grabbed her.

"What are you doing?!" Chris asked. Sal didn't reply.

"Let us leave peacefully," Sal said, "or else."

Reg Carter

Riley was right. She always was, and I'd know it. I walked out into the backroom and took a metal baseball bat out from my weapons bag before jogging into my 4x4 and driving off speedily. I'd inputted the co-ordinates of where the others had gone to do the jobby into the sat nav and headed for it with blatent disregard for speed limits.

The cell rang.

"Reg, where have you buggered off to now?" Riley snapped over the line.

"Couldn't be lettin' the others take all the fun now, could I?" I laughed.

"Don't kill anyone, Reg."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied and cut the call.

I pulled up next to Alis' car and decided to storm around the back, climbed up to the first floor and slipped inside a window. I noticed at the top of the stairs was a middle-aged, balding bloke with a large double-barrell shotgun. I took out my baseball bat and swept it into his legs. It hammered into them, grizzly snapping every bone in his knee and sending him flying down the stairs. He cursed in pain as one of his shin bones burst through the side of his leg. It was at this point, I noticed Sal was holding a girl.

I jumped over the injured man and plastered my hand over the young girl's eyes, before ripping her away from Sal's grip and taking her into what looked like a lounge. She'd already seen too much, had I realised there was a young girl witnessing, I would've hit the poor sod lighter. I placed the girl on the sofa and went back into the hall taking the man's shotgun and lobbing it out of the window.

I turned to the others.

"Well, you better bugger off before the cops get here!"

They all began to leave but I quickly grabbed Sal's shoulder and pulled her back, "Not you. I need a bloody word."

She looked at me deep in my eyes. The middle-aged man was out cold. I looked at her back and sneered, "You don't ever threaten a child like that 'gain, love. Specially when you're doin' it infront'a someone's father. Last thing you want is a bloody nemesis. Sort it out, Sal."

I left the house, as she followed closely.

Sal

"Wait a sec." I say to Reg, and turn around.

"What?" He asks. I run back into the house. I go to the room where the little girl is. She starts shaking the minute she sees me.

"Mr. Bear ripped." She says, holding out her broken stuffed animal. I grab a needle and some string out of my bag. Usually I would have used it to stitch myself up if I couldn't go to a doctor, but in this case, it was serving a different purpose. I take the bear, and quickly sew it back up.

"All better." I say, handing her back the bear. I get up to check on the man. He was just waking up.

"Where's my daughter?" He asks. For a brief second I try to remember back to my father, wondering if he would have said that. I knew he wouldn't have. This little girl was lucky, and she had no idea.

"In the lounge. Understand, we don't want to hurt you." I say, bending down and drawing some bandages out of my bag. "Some of us just throw harder than others." I grimace at the mental image of the little girls face. I bandage up the mans leg, get up, and then leave.

Alis

My little sister comes out of the mansion.

"Look who's being all soft." I say tauntingly.

"You know what, Alis. Maybe once in a while you might think about someone besides yourself. And maybe consider your not the only one with a life, with family. When you kill someone, it affects not just them, but everyone around them." Sal says, a tear leaks down her cheek.

"You've changed, Sal." I sneer.

"Maybe you should to. Did you see the girl's face? She was terrified. watching her father almost killed. She wasn't any older than six, Alis. Have a heart."

"I have one, it's just on vacation."

"For how long? You had one, when you liked Jimmy. You just can't stand rejection!" Sal yells, and runs to her car. I watch her drive away in shock.

Eve

I watched Sal yell at Alis, then get in her car. I got in a car and followed her. Alis watched me leave. I could tell she was thinking.

I kinda like Alis, but Sal was right.

Sal pulled into a random parking lot, and I did the same. There weren't any other cars there. I walked over to her, but didn't say anything. She was crying a little.

"I shouldn't have done it." She said through her tears.

"We were in a sticky situation. We didn't want to kill anyone. I..." I hated to admit was I was about to say, but I knew I had to, "probably would've done the same thing." I sighed, knowing it was the truth. The gang had changed me a little, and I wanted to be changed back.

Sal looked up at me, and smiled. "Even though I don't believe you," she said, "you do a pretty good job of making people feel better."

I didn't say anything.

"C'mon." I said. "Let's go back to the mansion."

Riley

Alis storms into the mansion, looking more pissed off than usual.

"Who did what?" I ask.

“Sal is being the biggest bitch on the planet!” Alis yells.

“Well, that doesn’t tell me much. Alis, she’s young, you need to learn to calm down. Believe it or not, when you were her age, I have no doubt you did the same things.”

“She’s being so soft!”

“Maybe in whatever she says she has a decent point. I’ve heard some of the things she has said; she really is a bright girl. Maybe even more than you, when it comes down to morals. Why don’t you try listening to other people once in a while?”

“Are you crazy, Riley?”

“Never ask me that question again. Do you understand?” I say, trying to control my anger.

Cleo

"Are you okay, Jimmy?" I ask him. He had seemed a bit upset lately, and I had to be sure I wasn't the cause.

"Yeah, I'm cool." He says.

"Okay." I say with a smile. He rolls his eyes. I have no idea why. I look out one of the windows.

"That went pretty well, we didn't have to kill anyone. I bet you're happy."

"Sure." His tone is cold.

"Jimmy, come on, what's up?"

"Nothing, I told you." He says. I shrug, and walk away.

Name: Aurelie Ferin

Age: 23

Picture:

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Country and Global Location: France, the East

Languages You Speak: French, English

Which RHG's were You In Before, If Any?: N/A

Vehicle:

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Personality: She is a kind person. Enjoys helping others. She can't see the bad in people. She is loving and caring.

History: Aurelie was born on May 2nd to two good parents who always wanted the best for her. Her parents loved an adventure, and were always doing the next most extreme thing. When she was 5, her parents died in a skydiving accident and she was left to live with her grandparents who wanted nothing to do with her. Her grandmother was jealous of Aurelie's beauty, and tried to kill her on numerous occasions. So, she ran away to america, and met up accidentally with the fishers.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes animals, flowers, nature and positive people. She doesn't like death, violence, and hate.

Up for love: yes

Other:

Aurelie

I drive up to the mansion slowly. I was tiered, and out of the little money I had taken from my grandmother. Hopefully whoever lived here would give me just a nights rest, and a little food. In france, they would have gladly, but this was america.

I walk up, and knock on the door.

A girl answers. She looks young, maybe 15. Her black hair is long, and falls down the sides of her pale face.

"Who are you?" Her voice isn't exactly kind, but not mean either. It was more curious.

"Uh, I'm Aurelie." I say quietly.

"Riley?" The girl calls. Another girl comes to the door. She is blond, and looks like a good nights sleep wouldn't kill her.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Well, I'm tiered, and I wasn't sure if in america it would be against any customs to ask for a little food and a place to rest." I say. The girl gives me a look.

"Get rid of your weapons, and then you can come in." She says.

"I don't have any." I inisist. She gives me a sceptic look, but opens the door.

Riley

I opened the door, but still give her a once over to check for hidden weapons. The last thing we needed was another fight. after what happened to Bree, we couldn't be to careful. I had my suspicions she might be a friend of the Spanish government.

"Ace, Chris!" I call. They both come running down the stairs.

"Keep an eye on her. Anything suspicious, one of you come get me." I say, jabbing my finger towards the new girl. They nod, and Chris walks over.

"What is she doing here?" Ace asks me.

"She claims she is tired, and hungry. She has a french accent, so I guess she is from there. I suppose it is acceptable to do that in France." I say. Ace nods, and walks off.

"What's going on?" James asks me, waking over.

"I will explain later, now I have some things to take care of." I say, running upstairs.

I dig the letter out from under my clothes in my room. Bree's last letter. After the fight with the PK, she realized anything could happen. She wrote a last note for Reg. I was instructed to give it to him if anything happened. I told myself it was best to read it, just in case anything she wrote might upset Reg.

I open the letter and read.

Reg,

If you're reading this, I am either missing, dead, or both. For whatever happened, I am sorry. I love you, and I truly wish it didn't happen.

Please, for me, keep moving on with life. Don't get stuck in what happened, because there is likely nothing that can be done. I love you, but I want you to live the rest of your life to everything it can be. You were the best husband I could have ever had, and I hope you know that.

And, another thing. Keep Riley sane for me. She is more unstable than she would let on in a million years. I know she has a soft side, but she puts it all aside in everyone else's best interest. She bottles things up, and it can come out in bad ways.

My final request. If, after I'm gone, you find someone else. Don't worry about me. Do everything you can to make yourself happy. It's what I want for you.

Trust me, whatever happened, I love you.

Bree

She was right about me, but I wished she wasn't. I look at a photo she had with the letter, a picture from the wedding. I sigh, and get up to go find Reg. I walk into his room.
"Reg, can I come in?"

Reg Carter

I charged through the front door as soon as I arrived back at the mansion. There was a new girl there, but I didn't give her the time. I merely brushed passed her and clambered up the stairs quickly. Walking farther down the main corridor to my room, I suddenly stopped. Hell Reg, sort it out... going back to your room en't gon'a solve shit, I thought and turned back on myself coming right back down the stairs again. I came face to face with the new girl, cushioned either side by Ace and Chris.

"Oh, how amusing," I said softly, "Who might ya be then?"

"I'm Aurelie," the girl replied, somewhat proudly and in a heavy French accent.

I looked at her up and down. Sure she was pretty, but I didn't see what she had over anyone else, perhaps her personality would shine through but on first impressions, I didn't think much of her... not that I should've anyway. "Ah, French I see," I murmured, "Well, I'm Carter. Reg Carter. I'd say it was nice to meet yah, but I prefer sparing the British pleasantries wherever possible."

She looked at me, curious.

"What's she 'ere for, Ace?" I asked, authority in my voice.

"Food. Shelter. That kind'a stuff, not a long visit I don't think," Ace replied, a hateful spite in his tone.

"How adorable," I sneered, and left to go to my room. I'd been there 5 minutes before I heard a knock and Riley's voice through the door.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Sure."

Riley

"Reg, after the fight with the PK, Bree left this for you." I say, handing him the piece of paper and the photo. I watch him start to read it. I decide it would be best to leave him alone.

I slowly walk out of the room, and downstairs.

I go into the room with the new girl.

"Chris, can I talk to you?" I ask.

"What?" She asks once we are alone.

"I need your view on this. We have a problem, I have realized. She knows about us know. Who's to say she won't run off to the cops when she leaves?"

Maitea

I pull up at the first house I see. A large, black gate surrounds it, with a number dial on that side. Again, easy enough. I grab a crowbar out of my car, and bust the lock. I wait for the alarm, but none comes.

I walk inside, after breaking the lock on the door. A woman stands there in curlers, a green face mask, slippers, and a bath robe. She screams.

"Just give me what money you have around here, and no one gets hurt." I say with a smile. She screams again, and I stop smiling. This was going to have to be more difficult than necessary.

"Just show me where the money is." I say. She jabs a finger towards a kitchen. After a minute or two of searching, I find a cookbook with a hole in it. There is a large stack of 100 dollar bills in it. I take it out, and nod. I leave the woman bewildered, standing on the stairs, holding a very overweight cat. Then, I hear a gunshot behind me, and pain rips through my arm.

She wasn't alone.

Ace

Rolling my eyes, I cursed Reg as he walked out of the room. "Guy can't seem to be civil," I said to Aurelie. Chris heaved a sigh, already knowing pretty much the whole story.

After a few minutes of silence, Riley came in to fetch Chris for something, leaving me alone with the new girl. I cursed that, too, but not aloud. That would just be rude. "So," I began. "Aurelie. Nice name. What are you really here for?"

"Thanks," she murmured. "I just need...well, food, a place to sleep. I..."

"You guys just do that in France?" She looked at me a bit blankly. "I mean, just go up to random people's houses? I've never heard of anyone doing that in California, Florida, Japan, or any of the other places I've lived." She just stared again. "Sorry. I'm not good at making conversation."

Once again, I had proved that I was a flailing, antisocial weirdo. Go me! Either way, it passed the time until Riley and Chris finished talking.

I sat there quietly again, vaguely wondering how Maitea was doing.

Eve

Sal and I returned to the mansion. There was a new girl there. Things were not getting better for me. I was getting more like the rest of the gang than I thought, not really wanting so many people around. I wasn't very good at meeting new people anyway.

Sal and I just walked passed her, not saying a word. She watched us as we walked up to Chris.

"What's she doin' here?" I ask a little angrily.

"She claims she needs a place to stay."

"What the crud?! Is she French or something?!" Chris nods. That explained a little. I had always thought French people were a little weird.

"She doesn't seem to have any weapons," Chris said, "but she's still a little suspicious."

I sighed. "I'll talk to her, see if she's useful in any way. She knows about us now, so Riley might let her stay. We don't want her to be running around America talkin' about us."

As I walked over, I noticed that Alis was glaring at Sal. That didn't surprise me. I didn't want them fighting, though. That would be like extreme sibling rivalry...a little too extreme.

"Hey," I said when I walked over to her.

"Hello," she said in a French accent.