Chapter: Another Assassin
...
Boston
…..
"No, no, no."
The single word was repeated over and over again from a woman dressed in an all black attire with navy blue outlining, which was clearly out of place than the usual attire the citizens wear. The woman's attire had symbols representing the organization she was apart of. A part of an organization of assassins, and the attire was fitted to her body to allow her to move fluently and smoothly. For example, she was sprinting through the streets of Boston away from the redcoats.
Radiant sapphire blue eyes looked out from beneath the hood, glancing over her right shoulder to see five redcoats were chasing after her with their rifles in hand.
"Stop that assassin." One of the redcoats shouted toward the citizens in the streets.
The woman stared ahead of her, immediately seeing a group of barrels alongside the side of a shop. Without hesitation, she skipped up the barrels and lunged upwards to grab ahold of the shop's sign. With strong upper body, she pulled herself up onto the pole and balanced herself out. When she had balance, she jumped again and upward toward one of the shop's second story windowsill.
On the street, citizens watched with awe and pointed up toward the woman, who was climbing skillfully up the brick wall of the shop.
Once the woman got to the rooftop of the building, she began to sprint across rooftops and made jumps over alleyways to land on another rooftop. The redcoats had stopped their pursuit, unable to get on the roof. Yet it did not stop them from shooting at her, but with her moving quickly, their shots were missing.
"She is too fast."
"Don't stop shooting."
"Assassin!"
A smirk was on the woman's lips as she was continuing to sprint and jump across the building rooftops. She waved her arms out in small circles on her sides when she jumped down from the buildings, landing on the street below. The moment her toes touched the ground, she tucked and rolled to cushion her fall before she stood back up.
There had been a few citizens who saw her come off the rooftop, and landed in the street. They were whispering and pointing at her as she was walking by.
The woman walked into an alleyway, the smirk still on her lips for losing the redcoats a few blocks back. She walked casually down the alleyway to the other end before she came to a halt. She poked her head around the corner of the building, her eyes scanning the surroundings to see if there were anymore enemies around.
"Clear." She whispered to herself, stepping out of the alleyway.
When she walked out of the alleyway, her eyes caught sight of a group of men walking. The group of men were talking about the war and other relevant information about the British. She saw a group of redcoats turn a corner, and it made her to know she had to hide from them. With the group of men walking, she stepped up to them and bowed her head as she walked at the backside of the group.
The redcoats walked on by the group, not noticing any out of the ordinary, or the fact she was hiding herself within this group. She was grateful the men in the group paid her no mind. Her eyes looked through the group of men until her eyes rested upon her target.
A high ranked redcoat on top of a powerful black stallion.
As the group got closer to her target, she unleashed her hidden blade out of its arm brace.
"Found you." She whispered as she stared directly at the target.
The redcoat was looking down the street for the group of redcoats, who actually were the ones to chase her around. She had lured them away on purpose to leave the high ranked redcoat officer unattended.
Stepped out from the group of men, she walked out of view and into an alleyway. She climbed up the building until she got onto the rooftop. Slowly, she walked with complete silence across the rooftop, crouching down. As she got to the ledge, her eyes narrowed upon the target, where she was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
When the time felt right, she jumped off the rooftop and struck down on her target from high above.
Cladded leather boots landed on top of the back of the horse saddle. Before the high ranked redcoat officer could comprehend what was going on, a hidden blade was through their throat. There was a slight cough sound and then the wet, gurgling sound from the man's throat as blood began to bubble out of his mouth. The high ranked redcoat officer slid off his saddle and slammed onto the cobblestone street. The black stallion let out a cry at the sudden action.
The woman jumped off the horse and started to run down the street. Those who were around the street could only watch with complete shock, as they could not believe what they had witnessed.
…..
…..
…..
An assassin was seen through the streets of Boston, dodging people getting in his way. People looked at him as he ran by, but he kept his head down to hide his identity.
Sometimes people managed to catch his appearance beneath his hood. The mix reaction of his appearance varies. From surprise, curiosity or disgust. Usually the curiosity was due to his attire and weapons. The attire was white and blue, but it was the design, which was a mixture of a colonist solider and his Mohawk heritage. The mix emotions of disgust and curiosity was due to his half-english, half-Mohawk heritage, or being half-white and half-native American. His appearance leaned more toward his Native American heritage more than the other side.
Whenever he caught people stare at him with disgust or a frown, he ignored them with ease.
He walked down the street with determination in his steps, and intentions in his eyes. He was on a mission to take out a high ranked redcoat officer.
By the time he had found the high ranked redcoat officer, Connor—his colonial name—began to walked toward his intended target. His head was bowed, his hood was hiding his face and he continue to walk forward with longer strides. He was a bit of curiosity and surprise when he took notice of no other redcoats were around this high ranked redcoat officer.
As Connor reached down toward his belt, his fingers were grazing the top of his tomahawk, what happen next completely stopped him in his tracks in shock.
From above, off a rooftop, a figure landed on top of his intended target's horse and stabbed a hidden blade through the neck. People who were around stared with wide eyes and in shock. Some began to scream.
Quickly, Connor was scaling up a nearby building and running across rooftops. His eyes were set upon the assassin running across the rooftops further ahead of him. He had never met another assassin other than Achilles. Seeing another assassin has caught his interest and curiosity.
Continuing to follow after the assassin, he watched them jump down from the building and he did so too. He continued to give chase after the smaller assassin, who was very fast when it came to running and moving around. Connor watched the assassin take down another redcoat, and this time, they stole their horse to ride out of the area quicker.
Connor took down a redcoat on a horse too, taking their horse and watching the assassin ride away from the area. He had managed to catch sight of a face beneath the hood, and when the assassin turned their head to look directly at him, he froze up. There were a pair of radiant sapphire blue eyes from beneath the hood, and he watched those intriguing eyes soon were filled with pain after a shot was echoed down the street.
Blood sprayed out in the air from the assassin's leg. The assassin faltered on the horse, but they managed to maintain their spot upon the horse, and continue to ride down the street.
Achilles told him many times about how his curiosity got the best of him, and at the moment, curiosity got the best of him. Connor adjusted himself on top of the horse, and tapped the sides to go in the direction of the assassin.
…..
Outside of Boston: The Woods
…..
"Ow, ow, ow."
Perched on top of a boulder alongside a creek in the woods, a woman assassin was trying to clean a bullet graze going across her right thigh. She let out a hiss and then glared at the injury she tried to wipe with a damp cloth.
The woman assassin would glance up every so often to keep an eye out on her surrounding. The horse she stolen from a redcoat was nearby the creek, dipping its head down every so many seconds and lapping up the cold fresh water. But when the horse's head snapped up and its ears twitched, she knew she was not alone anymore.
Her eyebrows came together, wondering what it was the horse was hearing. Although she got her answer when she heard a twig snap.
On alert now, she stood up from the boulder and her hidden blade ready to slide out.
"Who is there?" She demanded, eyes narrowed on the bushes underneath a tree before her eyes looked up at one of the trees.
She moved in time as a man landed in front of her in a crouch position.
The hidden blade slid back into the arm brace, and she quickly drawn her saber to place the tip underneath the man's chin. Slowly, she raised the sword, which caused the man to stand up too with his hands out in front of him, showing he was not here to fight her.
Once the man stood at full height, she took notice of his attire. A piece on the attire caught her attention. It was the Assassin's Order symbol holding the red slash around his waist. Her eyes ran over his body until they landed on his face.
"So, you are an assassin too?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Trust me, I was also wondering about you too, and was surprise to see another assassin." He replied with a deep baritone voice.
"Who are you?" The woman asked as she took a step back, but kept her saber trained on him.
The male assassin dropped his hands to his sides and he lifted his head up a little bit to allow her to see beneath his hood, which she could make out warm brown eyes.
"Connor Kenway."
"Rayne Cross." She introduced herself, taking another step back but end up tripping over a rock.
The unexpected movement caused a painful sensation to zip right up her injured leg causing her to hiss through clenched teeth.
Connor took a step forward with his arms outstretch in front of him, ready to help her, but the saber was pointed at him once again. A sign escaped him and his arms dropped back to his sides once again.
"I am not here to cause you any harm. I just want to simply help you, and if you want, I can at least look over the injury for you." Connor told her in a gentle tone.
Rayne eyes scanned over him, staring sharply into his eyes for a few moments before she was giving him a small nod of the head. She sheathed her sword and walked back over to the boulder. She sat herself down on top of the boulder, watching Connor carefully.
With a small hint of trust, Connor walked on forward and knelt down in front of her. He grabbed ahold of the bandages she held out to him, and then he observed the injury. He grabbed a bottle of medicine, and applied a little on the wound.
Rayne could not help but bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from groaning out in pain. She winced a few times, but after a minute or so, she was starting to maintain the amount of times she felt a shock of pain go through her leg. Every few seconds, she would notice how Connor would glance up at her from beneath his hood, checking up on her. When he did it again, she bowed her head and kept her eyes on the leg.
Connor would peek from beneath his hood, trying to see the full appearance of Rayne, but it was difficult. He had managed to catch a small glimpse of radiant sapphire blue eyes. He could also make out soft pink, full bottom lips too.
While she managed to see his face, Connor could not see the full of her face. He wished he could push her hood off, and see her face. He had never met another assassin, other than Achilles. Yet here he was, meeting another assassin, and one who happened to be a woman.
Rayne watched the way Connor peeked at her, and she tried to ignore and tried not to be fluster. With her sitting higher up on the boulder, Connor was knelt down in front of her, and it allowed her to see the sight of his face. She had to admit, Connor was not bad looking.
"Why help me?"
"I had actually follow you because you took my target."
Slowly, Rayne blinked as she comprehend his comment, but then she came to realize what he meant. She got a sheepish grin on her lips while she stared down at him.
"I am sorry about that. I had heard about a high ranked officer had been causing trouble around the streets by discriminating people and whatnot, but also, I had heard he was a man who had messed with my mother's tribe a year ago." Rayne explained to him.
"You are Native American?" Connor asked with a curious tone.
"Yes, well, actually my mother is Native American. I am only half."
"Same as me." Connor admitted.
"May I ask what tribe you are from?" Rayne asked.
For a brief moment, Connor paused in wrapping her leg, but resumed. When he finished, Connor stood up from his knelt down position and turned halfway around away from her, and he faced the creek.
Rayne began to pack her medical supplies back in one of the pouches on her belt. Connor had turned back around to face her when she was almost done with repacking her bag.
"Sorry about asking, but you don't have to tell me, if it is painful to rem—"
"Mohawk tribe." Connor cut her off, looking back at the creek.
"My mother is Wampanoag down near the Cape." Rayne told him.
"You live around here now? If not, you're a bit far from home."
"Yeah, but after dealing with British soldiers down around Plymouth, my family had decided to move up near Boston. My father is a lieutenant general for the continental side." She explained.
Connor attention was fully on her now with curious eyes. It was clear he was trying to figure out who exactly was her father.
"You might have seen him with some of the higher ups in the blue coats. He likes to talk to Samuel Adams and that group."
Connor looked away from her again, staring at the creek with a thinking expression. He pictured the high ranked soldiers on the continental side, and he began to get a flashback of a man he did not know talking with Adams one day. Connor remembered how the man looked away from Adam, and looked right at Connor with a grin and a nod. The man even gave a compliment about Connor's tomahawk and hidden blade.
"Yes, I do remember him now. He had complimented me about my hidden blade and tomahawk." Connor told her.
"Yes, that is my father. He is an assassin too, but he considers himself retire."
"He was an assassin?"
"Indeed, and so were our ancestors. He then went on to teaching me everything he knew. Soon, my little brother would learn the way of the Order. Once he hits thirteen, my father is teaching him everything." Rayne explained with a grin and her head tilted back, staring up towards the sky and watching the sun setting.
"It is getting dark. I must go get some things before darkness completely falls over." Rayne told Connor, stepping away from him.
"Go where?"
"Where it is a comfortable place to sleep and no enemies can find me." Rayne told him.
Without another word, Rayne ran toward the creek and hopped across the stones until she landed on the other side of the creek. She began to move toward the tree line, but paused to turn back around to stare at Connor.
"See you around, Connor." Rayne waved at him and then she took off into the woods.
Connor stood there with an unfamiliar flutter in his stomach, and even his heartbeat was beating faster than normal. He placed his right hand on his left chest pectoral, rubbing it to see if it would calm his heart back to a normal rhythm.
"Why do you make me feel like this?" He questioned to himself, turning around and disappearing into the woods too.
…..
…..
…..
…..
…..
Hi Everyone,
The chapter has been updated 4/6/2019.
Here was a new chapter.
I do apologize if any historical facts are wrong in the story.
Disclaimer for this chapter and the future chapters: I do not own anything about the Assassin's Creed Series. However, I do own my original characters, Rayne and her family. (Mostly anyone you don't recognize from the games).
Please Review, Favorite, and/or Follow!
Enjoy the story!
Thank You!