Chapter Two: Just Your Average Wanted
I took a gulp from my tankard of alcohol, the bitter taste stinging my taste buds as I swallowed the liquid. The musky smell of liquor filled the stuffy tavern, with lively chatter echoing around the large room as men drank, talked and flirted with whores; with few of those men holding a whore on his knee already.
'Fucking women these days...'
I sneered in great disgust at these feral women who throw themselves at drunkards and red coats, all for the sake of money and pleasure. Of course this is coming from a woman no older then 21, sitting in a dark corner, wearing what people would call 'inappropriate-famine-clothing' but there is more to me and my scars that meets the eye.
I was a very odd female from the typical, proper ladies of Boston. But my name is Twilight, but few friends call me Twyla. Yes, quite an odd name for a woman of the colonised folk, but be rest assured my name was given by a special reason.
See when I was born, it happened while an eclipse was occurring during my birth. After my birth, my mother unfortunately died after. My father fell into a rage and nearly drowned me in the river, but if it weren't for my older brother and my uncle, then I wouldn't be alive. My uncle drove a knife through my father's chest. After that, my uncle took me and my brother to a place called Davenport manor. My uncle and another man by the name of Achilles blessed me and Caleb into the Brotherhood. Our uncle is an assassin, and as his sister's children, he raised us like a father. He and Achilles taught us the ways of the Brotherhood. Our uncle was known as one of the best assassins of the colonies, and famous for his silver claw hand. The shining silver made him a well known legend. But unfortunately, a few years back we had gotten into some tough grounds with one another. And now, here I am.
I decided that drinking about four tankards was enough for me tonight. My alcohol tolerance was good enough, it would take a lot more then four to get me fully drunk. But I was to be honest a little tipsy. I started to walk towards the door of the tavern, my black boots making light thumps as I moved to the door, my steps were slow. I hug my head down low. I had a hood, but right now, I was wearing my black wide brimmed hat. I was the type to look sketchy.
"Hey! Where ya think your going, girl?" An angry and groggy voice yelled at me, making me stop in my tracks. I was only about seven feet away from that damned door. I had someplace to be, but now it looks like this person will get a face full of my fists.
I turned around to face who ever the little shit was that called me out, to see a group of redcoats with a few whores by them. I grumble to myself,
'Typical redcoats, giving me a hard time..'
"Me? Well, I was taking my leave before you bloody men had to call me out." I said with a sharp tone. The four of them got up, and walked towards me. "I have seen your face. Your that damned criminal!" Another spat, causing me to sneer.
"Oh really?" I said, playing coy with them. "Yeah." The first red coat snarled and pointed to a poster on the wall. I sighed and shook my head, knowing that I would have to get my hands dirty...again.
"Well step right up! Don't be a sissy now!" I challenged, making our audience 'ooooh' people wouldn't really call out red coats like that unless they had a death wish.
"Here we go again, just my average tavern fight for your average criminal.." I muttered to myself. "C'mon lass!" One of the guards shouted getting ready to fight me.
I shrugged, "Alright." I said bluntly and threw a swift and strong punch.
