Beauty and the Assassin
Summary:
She is young woman who seems odd to all her peers but only craves for adventure but most of all someone to understand her she is the beauty. He is a young man who fights for what's right and for those who can't fight back a hero in the shadows he is the Assassin, this is there story.
Disclaimer: Rights go to Ubisoft and Disney
In the year 1775 in a small village on the outskirts of New York where many French settlers called home literally calling it Colon Français village, lived a young woman named Belle and her father Maurice who lived a quiet life aside from her father blowing everything up every morning and evening due to his excessive need to invent something.
But much like her father she always seems to be lost in thought throughout her days and that doesn't go unnoticed many if not all off the towns folk find her to be very 'odd' especially for her love of books, women did little to no reading in this town or in any other in that matter.
Making her way out of her house and into town to the bookshop Belle was spotted by the bread merchant he smelt like his usual sent of grain and was covered in flower as usual "Good Moring Belle! looking ravissant (ravishing) as all ways" said the pudgy man with a rise of his eyebrow "Good Morning, monsieur" replayed the young woman
"Where you off too?" the baker asked.
"The bookshop, I just finished the most wonderful story,
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a –"
"Yea, yea that's nice MARIE! Where are those damn baguettes! Hurry the hell up!"
"Don't you yell at me you bite molle bâtard (limp cock bastard).
Belle merely shrugged her shoulders and continued on her journey, she was much too used to people losing interests in her rambling of her stories it seemed like the only way to keep a man's attention on her is if she had of her cleavage exposed or if she wore a dress that help enhance the view of her glorious curves.
But all she really wanted was someone to look her in the eyes and not below the neckline, even if they were looking at her they'd be looking at what they called the beautiful odd girl.
She's not sure when that name came up but it's there, not having many women friends either wasn't helpful at all. Often feeling lonely she decides to put her attention on her beautiful story books.
Finally making to the bookshop Belle was greeted with the smile of the owner who is most likely the only person in town other than her father who doesn't think she's strange.
"Ahh Belle."
"Good morning I've come to bring back the book I borrowed." the young beauty said while handing him the book.
The old man wasn't too surprised at her speed in reading and the interest she takes in books, she's been that way since she stumbled in his shop as a little girl.
"Finished already?" the book keep tried his best to sound surprised.
"Oh I couldn't put it down, have you got anything new?" the young woman said while climbing the latter to survey the books she already knows by heart. "Not since yesterday."
"That's alright I'll borrow this one. ", Said Belle picking a book that always seemed to catch her beautiful hazel eyes.
"That one but you've read it twice!" said the old man.
"Well it's my favorite far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells a prince in disguise!"
With another chuckle the book shop owner handed her the book with a smile "If you like it all that much it's yours."
Belle was baffled she couldn't just take a book from the store especially for free. "But sir"
"I insist" he said with a slight wave.
Over joyed Belle started beaming at the book in her hand opened it and started her journey of imagination.
"Thank you, thank you very much" she said while leaving the store.
On her way home she was greeted with both hungry and jealous eyes from various men and women there was a hand full of people who would just be nice to her because they know her and had somewhat of a friendship ,others not so much.
But she didn't let it bother her anymore she always seemed to coop with the quiet with her books as she made her way home dodging people and objects showing she's had plenty of practice doing so.
One particular pair of eyes was watching her from a far.
Gaston LeGume a tall muscular sturdy man and often talk of the town was the envy of men and dream for women had his eyes burning in the young maiden's direction shows he had plans for her "Look at her Lefou she's the one alright"
"What the inventor's daughter?"
"Oh yes my dear friend she's the one."
"But you don't find her a little ya know...off."
"Hmm yes but it's nothing I can't fix she's the most beautiful girl in town and that makes her the best" he said with a smirk.
"And don't I deserve the best?" He asked in a threatening tone to the little man.
Clearly intimated Lefou answered as if on cue "Yes of course you do, no one in town is as great as you Gaston."
A thundering chuckle left the man's throat as he admired himself in a nearby mirror "Ahh yes I know, now watch and learn Lefou" he said making his way toward the distracted beauty.
Belle was so intrigued with her reading she didn't bother to look up to see who was blocking her path home she kind of knew who it was anyway "Hello Belle" said the tall man
"Bonjour Gaston." Belle said while glimpsing toward him and back to her book but before she could get to where she left off he swiped the book from over her.
"Gaston may I have my book please?" she said in an annoyed tone.
"How can you read this? There's no pictures." He said in a baffled tone scanning through the pages.
Crossing her arms and rolling her eyes she knew all too well he was all bron. "Some people use their imagination." She said in an obvious kind of tone.
"Belle it's about time you got your head out of those books and on to more impotent things…like me" Gaston said with a toothy grin while throwing her book into the nearby puddle of mud, out of nowhere the blonde triplet sisters all sighed in harmony at the so called 'dreamy' man, just another group of Gaston's fans.
Belle catching this only rolled her eyes once again at that naivety of the young triplets.
"Everyone in town is talking about it's not right for a woman to read soon she'll be getting idea's and thinking!" he said in an almost painful tone.
"Gaston you are positively prim evil." Belle said while wiping the mud off her book.
"Why thank you Belle" Gaston said with pride in his voice.
'It wasn't a compliment' Belle thought while shaking her head.
"What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at my trophies" he said while taking her book for the second time in the past two minutes.
"Maybe some other time" Belle said while trying her best to get her book back and get away from the obnoxious man.
Seeing and hearing the conversation from afar the town triplets were all to confused with her rejection of the so called man of the town.
"What's wrong with her" the sister in the red asked.
"She's crazy" said the yellow one.
"He's gorgeous" said the green one.
Finally grabbing her book Belle quickly started going in the opposite direction.
"Sorry Gaston really have to go help my father, good bye."
Lefou made in appearance from behind Gaston snickering.
"That crazy old coon needs all the help he can get." He said while nudging Gaston as they both started in a union of laughter.
"Don't talk about my father that way!" Belle said clearly offended.
Gaston quickly corrected the mistake he made laughing at his so called future father in law and put on his best act to defend the old man.
"Yeah don't talk about her father that way" he said while bopping the little man on the head.
"My father not crazy he's a genius."
BOOM
A loud explosion came from Belle's house but this one was huge 'PAPA' Belle thought while rushing home to check her father's safety.
Deep in the forest not too far from the village of Colon Français a Platoon of redcoats were making their way towards New York, their captain discussing business with a consultant of his.
"So we have enough black powder for over 500 muskets and pistols?" The captain clarified.
"Yes sir more than enough to wipe out Washington and his troops in the North, they won't know what hit them sir."
"Good let's hurry, make sure that all the powder gets into the wagon and to the unit in New York." The captain barked to his men setting up the barrels in to a large wagon.
"Aye sir" said a grunt.
The soldiers didn't have the slightest clue they were being watched, at that moment among them there was a mysterious figure scouting them from the tree tops using the leaves as cover, the figure aimed one of his flintlock pistol towards the largest barrel of powder as soon as all of the barrels were loaded and counted for he pulled the hammer back and with the pull of the trigger.
BOOM, BOOM , BOOM
A barrage of explosions escalated throughout the forest grounds, shaking the trees and blew over a dozen soldiers away.
"WHAT THE DEVIL WAS THAT!" The captain roared.
"The barrels started exploding sir!" one of the survivor soldier said.
"FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED!"
"Sir we think someone shot AACK-"the man was cut off by a dart like blade impaling his neck from behind with a rope tied to it. The soldier was lifted into the air and as he went up a mysterious hooded figure came down holding the end of the rope which was another dart like blade and impaling the ground, hanging the man from the tree branch.
"ASSASSIN!" One soldier shouted before getting ready for battle.
The white hooded figure carried two weapons in his hands a tomahawk that had the same symbol as his belt buckle and a dagger that seemed to come out from his wrist band.
A brave soldier charged the man first with his musket intending to run his spear through him, deflecting the barrel of the musket with his forearm the hooded man slit the soldier's neck with a swing of his dagger and moved himself behind the half dead redcoat as he saw the famous British firing line forming in his peripheral vision.
With a barrage of shots going into the poor soul's body each musket now at a lost of ammo the Assassin charged.
One desperate soldier tried to stab the hooded warrior with his spear but failed as he had his spear deflected with the stranger's tomahawk while twisting with his dagger in hand he slit the man's throat with his blade. Another soldier with a sword charged the man from behind screaming not a very good idea.
Dodging the sword's downward slash the Assassin moved with lighting fast reflexes executing yet another 360 bringing his tomahawk down on the soldier's right shoulder bringing him to his knees then stabbing him in the eye with his hidden blade.
One by one the platoon fell by the assassin's hand and his hand alone finishing off one of the last soldiers the hooded man turned his attention to the captain on top of his horse.
The captain stood his ground as he stared into the beak of the Assassin's hood seeing his features he realized the man was a Native American.
"So was that your goal for today Indian Assassin?" the captain said trying to appear calm.
"Tell me did Washington send you because he can't take care of his own business?!" he asked in a mocking tone.
"No" the assassin said "I came here because I have business with you."
The captain was now baffled he'd herd that Commander Washington had made friends with a powerful ally.
'But if he isn't here because of Washington that must mean.' the captain's eyes widened at the revaluation.
"Yes you're my target Templar."
Enraged the captain stirred his steed towards the opposite direction of native "I won't be killed that easily assassin!"
The assassin seeing his destination he quickly dashed to the nearest tree and scaled it with ease as he swiftly started cutting through the forest among the tree tops he came upon a cliff like over pass and scaled it in less than a minute as the captain was just now arriving he'd reached the top looking down at his target.
Seeing his best opportunity he jumped from the cliff with his tomahawk in hand landing feet first on the horse while grabbing the Templar's coat. The captain turned his head only to meet the eyes of his maker as the Assassin hacked his neck killing him instantly.
His body now limp he fell off his horse giving the native complete control of the steed now as he continued to ride in to the winds of the evening.
He is Connor Kenway and he is an Assassin that's his job and he takes it to heart.
Author's Note: OH yeah Belle being beautiful and Connor being a bad ass tell me what you think Reviews are appreciated. I know the couple seem random but it fits lots more ahead tho keep a look out
Colon Français : french settler