Assassin's Creed: Bloody Revolution, an Assassin's Creed 3 Story

Note that this chapter is a prelude to something that will be continued once I have a good grasp of the soon-to-be released Assassin's Creed 3, this story is an OC's standpoint on the Revolutionary War as it happens.

Gunshots ripped through the crisp night air like a knife through butter. 'Butter, that's probably what I'll turn into if I don't move.' Was the single though of a man dressed in a brown cloak that concealed patchwork avocado green clothing, similar to that of a thief. The man spotted an open window, thinking on his feet, he leaped up and grabbed the window sill, hefting himself over. He didn't have time to spare a glance at the panicking woman who practically jumped into her husbands arms as he bounded past and out the window, that was when the worst possible thing could happen. "There he is, shoot, you fools!" Gunshots went straight towards him, and the bullet grazed across his shoulder.

He let out a loud curse as he moved even faster then before, knowing he'd bleed out if he didn't end the chase now. Running through the town, ignoring the shocked cries of men and women, he jumped into a passing wagon, luckily it was unoccupied. He noticed the guards charge into the area as they looked for him, the captain looked enraged and turned to his men, "You damn fools! You let him get away, you'll all be punished for this!" Was his words. The brown cloaked man jumped out of the wagon once it turned the corner, he walked over to the nearest doctor, who fortunately was right down the street.

"Doctor, I-I need help!" He was already feeling feint from his bleeding shoulder, his entire right shoulder was crimson red with blood. The doctor saw this and cursed out loud as he sat the injured man down and began to take out various medicines in order to medicate the wound, "I'll need to operate on you if you want that bullet out sir, for now just stay away. What is your name?" The question seemed to be an attempt at keeping the subject of the treatment awake, "Lupus. Lupus Randolf." Lupus breathed out as his breath hitched when he felt the stinging affects of the medicine. The Doctor nodded, "Very good name sir, now drink this, you'll pass out shortly and I'll be able to operate without causing pain to you." All he could do was take the drink and offer a nod in response, chugging it down.

He felt the world around him grow hazy, his eyelids grew heavy as he lay down on the table as his last conscious action before the medicine took affect and knock him out. He only hoped the guards weren't searching for him, knowing their short attention spans they might just forget about him, at least that was the best case scenario.

Love it? Hate it? Read and review! This will be the only chapter until I get a chance to play Assassin's Creed 3, as I plan on tying the two stories together, if only lightly. Thanks for reading this, regrettably short, chapter.