Connor grunted as he felt himself fall into a deep sleep that he hasn't had in a long time. He could actually rest without having to carry the anger Charles Lee bestowed upon him. The man who took his mother away from him was dead. Haytham was also dead. Connor didn't want to kill his own father when it came down to it, but it had to be done.
It has been a week since Lee's death and Connor was still recovering from his wounds. He stayed in a bar his Father always went to. At least that's what Samuel Adams told him. With the Leaders of the Templars dead, connor felt a bit at peace.
Connor's mind awoke from his slumber when he hears a pitter-patter sound coming from the heels of someone's boots. Someone was in his room.
Connor figured it was the bartender cleaning up the alcohol he used for his wounds.
However when he felt the body come close to his bed, his guard went up. As if on que, he grabbed the tiny wrist that was about to touch him.
The young woman's gasp made him flare his eyes open at her, quickly using his hidden blade and placing it to her neck.
He couldn't see her face and that made him more alert, especially since she could see his. She wore a black hood that caved in like an assassin coat.
"Who are you?" Connor asked, raising his voice.
The woman had fast reflexes and managed to pull her wrist from connor's grasp. She pushed herself on top of him, straddling him as she pushed his hand down, the tip of the blade touching his neck.
"Do not be alarmed." Her voice was soft as she spoke to him.
"How can I not be alarmed when you have a blade to my throat?" Connor's voice got louder and she pushed the blade closer to his vein.
"Shh.. please I do not wish to hurt you. Im here to help you." Her voice was quiet as if she was hiding from something.
"You could start by getting off me." Connor was angry at the fact that he let his sleepiness get the best of him. How could a woman be calling the shots on his life?
"There are people looking to see you dead."
That caught his attention and she slowly loosened her grip. Bad move.
Connor grabbed her wrists and threw her off of him, causing her to hit the floor. He quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed the tamohawk on the dresser next to him, facing it at her.
"Who." He demanded to know.
She fixed her hood and slowly stood to her feet, taking a few steps back. "My brother."
"Who is your brother?" Connor wanted her to get to the point.
"His name is Daniel Lee."
"I do not know anyone by that name."
"You killed our father, Charles Lee. He wants revenge."
Charles Lee had kids? Connor was curious as to why she was betraying her family.
"You do not seek the same revenge?"
She gave a small laugh. "Do not mistake my kindness, I despise you for killing my father. However, I am against the templars and what they do. My brother has been trying to force me to join but I refuse. I heard him talking about killing an assassin with the soilders who assisted my father. You are very well known now and so I came to warn you."
"Why do you want to help me? What do you get out of this?" Connor tried to see her face better but the hood only let him see her soft pink lips and light skin. She wore a black blouse with green ties in the front like a corset and black tight trousers with polished black boots.
"If I knew that they were going to kill you and I let them, the guilt would eat me alive."
"You don't even know me."
"I know that you are only trying to protect your people and land. If you give a shit about that, then you better leave because my brother will destroy them after he is done with you."
Connor couldn't believe that she was giving him all this information. He also couldn't believe that there was always a bigger problem after he solved one.
"Who are you." Connor demanded.
"Elena Lee." She pulled her hood down and exposed her face to him.
Her eyes were the color of Lee's, a mix of green and grey. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, wavy strands framing her face. Her dark brown hair made her eyes seem brighter then they actually were.
A gasp escaped her lips and Connor's eyes darted from her to the door.
"He's here and it is obvious you are in NO condition to fight against him and his elite soilders."
She ran over to the window and tried pulling it open. "Dammit. It's locked."
Connor reached for his assassin's coat and threw it on, reaching in his pocket for some lockpicks.
He unlocked the window and opened it, feeling the cold wind drifting inside the warm room.
"Follow me." She leaped out of the window and connor stared down at her.
He took a step out and jumped into the haystack she fell into.
They ran from the bar and into the alleys.
"He knows everything about you Connor, He has every guard looking for you."
"I will not run for long, I will face him and kill him myself if he poses a threat on me or my people."
Elena stopped and looked at him straight in the eyes.
"I must go. I have to be home before he returns."
Connor nods and watches her turn her back to leave until she turns and calls out his name.
"Do not expect me to warn you again."
"Will we ever meet again?" Connor didn't know what it was but something about her made him want her to stay.
A small smile appears as she says, "Only Time will tell."
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