a friend of mine wanted a sad AC3 Story so i did my best with this, sorry for any grammar and/or spelling/punctuation issues... ANYWAY ONWARD AND UPWARD!
"Wake up!" Connor snapped, shaking his fathers limp body by his coat's lapels, "wake up damn you!" He screamed at the mans face, staring into his glazed over eyes.
It was over, he knew it was the second his hidden blade had been released into the flesh of his fathers neck. He just… didn't want it to be true, this was not what was supposed to happen. No, he was supposed to kill Charles Lee, that vial evil man was supposed to be there lying dead before him, not his father.
He didn't want to kill Haytham, they were supposed to be a family again. Now that would never happen, it was not supposed to be like this.
Connor let go of his father's coat, falling to the ground beside the man and pounding his fist into the dirt. How did this man, this man who had never been there for him; never been a proper father to him, how did he manage to make him feel such regret, such emptiness.
Connor felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes as he looked over to his father's lifeless body.
"Why would you do this, protect him, a man like Charles Lee who deserves to die?" He cried, knowing no response would come. His heart constricted in his chest as tears streams down his face. He gasped for air, feeling as though there would never be enough to fill his lungs again.
a sob ripped from his throat as he looked up to the sky, both of his parents were now gone, one he could not save and the other, taken. Taken by his own hand and his own blade.
Reaching over with a shaking hand he slid Haytham's eyes closed, he could not bare to see them, nor feel their soulless gaze upon him.
Upon hearing voices Connor stood shakily, making his way towards the door. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, hoping for some spark of life. Dreaming for a moment that his fathers eyes would open or that a sarcastic remark would come from his mouth once more. But nothing came, not a flicker of his eyes, not a word from his mouth or even a breath, no, he was gone.
Connor's chest constricted as he turned, walking away slowly. He had no mother, no father, once again he was a child, lost in this world. His hands curled into a fists as his frame shook with sorrow, once again he was alone.