Paul Kane - Arrowhead

Gwen ground her teeth. There was no way she could take on all the guards and free the prisoners, much to her regret – it would just get them killed all the quicker – but the temptation of taking some kind of revenge on Javier was simply too much to resist. Head down again, she made her way across to the far end of the line, striding confidently as if she belonged there.

Coming up behind Javier, she took the pistol out of its holster.

"Hello Major," she whispered, jamming her weapon into his ribs.

"Who-"

"Quiet…" she growled. "Let the soldiers go on ahead, you're coming with me. We have unfinished business."

As the string of people and soldiers headed off in front, she steered Javier to the side and then marched him back down into the caves.

"And how is our prize this morning?"

Mark grimaced at the man who'd entered the upstairs room, the Sheriff as he called himself. He'd ordered Mark to be kept inside the castle for the last day or so, too valuable to be lumped in with the rest of the bunch. Tanek had kept a watchful eye on the pale boy, now strapped to another chair, to keep him from falling into unconsciousness, perhaps even dying. De Falaise couldn't have that… Not before his time, at any rate.

"Are you ready to be our star attraction?"

"G… Get stuffed," Mark managed, croaking out the words.

Tanek pulled his head back by the hair. "Show some respect."

De Falaise waved his hand. "It is all right, I understand totally. The boy is upset. But do not worry, you will soon see your beloved Hood again. If he doesn't just leave you here to hang."

Mark scowled.

"Bring him," De Falaise said to Tanek. "It will soon be time."

Tanek undid the bonds tying Mark to the chair and the prisoner almost collapsed. Picking up his crossbow, the big man dragged Mark to his feet and half carried him out of the room by the scruff of his neck, following the Sheriff to the landing. They made their way down the stairs, and out onto the eastern side of the castle. De Falaise led them towards the stone steps, overlooking where Mark and the other prisoners had been examined when they first arrived.

Now that area was looking very different. The platform for the gallows took up much of the space, with men still making final adjustments to the structure.

"What do you think? I may even leave it there for future occasions." De Falaise mused out loud.

Mark was quiet.

"I think our star attraction is lost for words, Tanek."

The big man nodded.

"In awe, I'd say," De Falaise went on. He bent, smiling. "How would you like to be the first to try it?" The man talked as if he'd just unveiled a new theme park ride.

Mark attempted to break free of Tanek's grasp but even with all his strength present he wouldn't have stood a chance.

"Better hope The Hooded Man comes for you, then," said De Falaise, chuckling, "but I'll let you into a little secret, shall I? It doesn't matter anyway. You are still going to die. You all will. Now come along, do not dawdle. We both have a date with the inevitable."

Gwen forced Javier back down the steps and into the now abandoned cave system. There were no soldiers or guards down here, as there were no prisoners left. It was just the two of them.

"Am I at least allowed to see who my executioner is?" he asked as Gwen ushered him onwards.

She stepped down and spun him around. "There – remember me now?"

He screwed up his eyes in the half-light. "Yes, I remember you."

"Then you remember what you did, to Clive… to me, back in Hope."

Javier's eyes brushed the floor.

"He… He was the one good thing that's ever happened in my life," Gwen said, raw emotion in her voice. "He never mistreated me, never used me. He just wanted to give me the life I'd always dreamed about. But then you came along, you and the Sheriff."

"The 'Sheriff' is totally insane," Javier replied. "I once believed in him, but I was wrong. I was frightened."

"So you did it to save your own skin, is that it?" Gwen raised the gun higher, hand trembling. "Just like you turned the boy over to him."

Javier appeared shocked she knew about that, but he nodded a third time. "What can I say? I am a weak man. A selfish man."

"You enjoyed the power, though, anyone could see that. And you enjoyed killing Clive."

"No. That was an accident. If the holy man hadn't-"

"He was trying to stop you."

Javier shook his head. "If your friend hadn't argued in the first place…"

"He was protecting me, you idiot! He was killed because he was protecting the woman he loved, the place he loved. And now…" Her hand grew steadier, her aim true as she pointed the gun at his head. "Now you're going to feel what it's like to have your own brains blown out, Major."

Javier winced. "That is the second time I've heard such words in as many days, Senora."

"And what, you're scared? Good!"

He shook his head once more. "I am not scared of you. But I am scared of what waits for me when I die."

"Judged by a higher power, is that it?"

"Yes. That is why I say to you, put down the weapon. If you kill me like this you will be damned just as surely as I am." He held out his hand for the weapon.

Gwen's laugh was harsh. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"No. I wish to save you this."

Her gun arm began shaking again, and it lowered a fraction. Only a fraction. Maybe he's right; are you really a killer? she asked herself. Won't that make you just as bad as him, as De Falaise? Isn't that why after all this time you still couldn't murder the Frenchman? Couldn't stick the knife in him and twist it? Not even to rid the world of his sickness?

Gwen shook her head. No, she had to do this. Do it to avenge Clive, for her own satisfaction – even if the man in front of her in no way resembled the bloated slug who'd driven into Hope. First Javier, then De Falaise.

She made her mind up.

Closing one eye, Gwen took aim.

The people from the villages were being herded onto the field by De Falaise's men.

One man looked over at the gallows and made a run for it. He didn't make it as far as the pathway before being gunned down. De Falaise clapped at the action, nodding curtly to the men who'd opened fire. Then he motioned for Tanek to bring Mark up to the platform.

Jennings, who had been taking shots of the crowd and capturing a general sense of the occasion, began to snap De Falaise.

"Where is that woman?" De Falaise said under his breath, hardly breaking his camera smile. "I told her to be here for the pictures."

"Shall I send someone for her?" asked Jennings before Tanek got a chance. This earned him a hateful look from the Frenchman's second.

"No, no, no. It is high time we started. It is her own fault if she misses it. I will think of a suitable punishment later." De Falaise called for five 'volunteers' from the crowd. The soldiers pushed forward the handful of people, at gunpoint. They were forced to climb the steps to the raised area, where a couple more soldiers placed their heads in the nooses. Tanek brought down the rope so that he could shove Mark's head into the gap.

The first six were ready.

"This is an historic occasion," De Falaise said, walking along in front of them, looking down at the faces of those who would be next and the soldiers he had allowed to watch. He resembled a game show host in front of an audience. "The first hangings in your country for over forty years. And not a moment too soon, I say. Stop jostling down there! If you are well behaved I might still let some of you live to tell of what transpired here today." De Falaise turned to the poor unfortunates about to be executed. "If any of you have anything to declare, it is too late now anyway." He tittered to himself. "I suppose I am not alone in my disappointment that the man you put so much stock in has not even bothered to show up. At least it tells you all that your faith was misguided. He is both a coward and a murderer, responsible for all your deaths."