Scarlet

Chapter 3

Scarlets POV

I shiver. Why did Nottingham have to bring in a thief taker? Especially Gisbourne. He's the worst possible choice. There are millions of thief takers, and he had to chose the worst damn choice ever??? The one that wants to kill me?  I may as well be dead.

  I can tell Rob will try and make me tell him. My mind keeps returning to Gisbourne. I need to know what he's planning. Wait......what if.......I.....have someone from the band get a job at the castle so they can spy for us?! Dave. The perfect choice. I think I'll tell the band about my idea in the morning, it's awful late.

  And I happen to be tired. I nod good night to the band, and climb up Major Oak, up the spot high up where my hammock is,the only place where it feels like I can sleep. No one can follow, not a John, not Much, not Godfrey, Not Rob. No one.

A few hours later, I wake up, to see a blue sky. I yawn and stretch, as I wake up to hear Rob banging a pot in my direction and yelling

. "Hey Scar! Breakfast!"

  I groan and carefully slide out of my hammock, pulling my hat down low over my eyes over my long, dark brown hair. I start climbing down the tree. I jump down, and land crouched over my knees. Rob looked at me, and said

  "Scar, we need to talk. What do you know about Gisbourne?"

   I shiver nervously, and stare at my lap, my right hand instinctively grabbing a knife hilt. I know a lot about him, more than I want to know, but the band doesn't need to know it. It's all fair depressing. So I just give a little information, telling the truth but leaving some facts out.

  "He's ruthless. Cruel. Once he's given a goal, a target, he never gives up. Never ever. Not until the target either dies or gets what he wants. He's none too bright though."

   Everyone nods, in what seems to be relief. But I don't. I know what he's truly capable of, and it's not pretty. It involves killing, dirty secrets, corrupting innocents, killing his newly weds and faking a story. Abusing, beating, drowning, killing. It doesn't matter what he's done, who he's fucked over, I just need to save the people I can save. I need to think of a plan, to drive and preferably kill Gisbourne and get him out of here. Time to suggest my plan. I take a deep breath, and ask

  "Dave? How would you feel about being a spy in Castle Rock for us? So we know what's going on?"