'The Coup De Grâce', An 'Assassins Creed' Fanfiction
Summary: Helene Van Brynn is the daughter of a templer scholar archeologist Godfrey and frontiers woman Rosemary. When her father is killed by an assassin on his expedition, She takes it out herself to continue his research and discovery.
Characters: A lot of OCs, Haythem Kenway, Shay Patrick Cormac.
My serious and some obnoxious O.Cs present in this horribly planned fanfic:
Rosemary Van Brynn: Helene's mother. A chronically pissed off woman.
Godfrey Van Brynn: A dad who is obsessed with finding the unknown. Too bad he gets killed and never has a part in the story.
Daniel "The Mouse" Crackerhouse : A young assassin with a funny name. The fact that people laugh at his name makes him furious. He is called the mouse because of his nimbleness, small physique and he is good at escaping through small metaphorical cracks.
Aunt and Uncle Van Brynn: The notorious Templar in-laws. Who are whimsical and prudish. Who own land in sleepy hollow and in New York City.
Thugbert Fudge: The drunken hunter. Not his real name. A two-faced asshole. Real name: Tillman Snitz.
Louie De Frog: An alias tooken by an insane Frenchman who is really good at jumping from the hot pad to the lukewarm pad. A man who takes insults as compliments with deadly accuracy and amour. He loves frogs. Louis Les Mercedes.
Paquena Laquena: A scheming and deathly woman. An alias. A master of disguise.
Helene Gabrielle Van Brynn
Born : 1735-179?
Birthday: December 28, Capricorn
Heritage: Dutch and French Canadian
Height: 5 feet and 8 inches
Weight: It is rude to ask
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Occupations: Daughter, Artist, Abductee, researcher,
Hobbies: Journal, Target Practice, poetry, violin
Likes: Discovering new things, the smell of roses, composing music and poetry, cats, violin, fancy guns and knives, being fawned upon, traveling to new places, ticking people off, making insulting aliases for shady and people she doesn't like or know their names.
Dislikes: Getting kidnapped, drunken men, getting drunk, mirrors, killing defenseless creatures , the smell of molasses, corsets, the smell of shit filled cities, Wearing shoes, smothering family, the sound of birds in the morning, sound of church bells, bar fights, feeling or being a burden on others, feeling useless.
Favorite Food Beverage: French macaroons and cider
Family: seven siblings, Godfrey and Rosemary Van Brynn.
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Chapter 1: Fallen Autumn (late September, 1757)
I played a melody. Full of the darkness and the mystery of the wilderness. My soul was one with the music created by these hands. I sat on the railing of the porch in front of my mother's house. With the violin my father gave me for my birthday last spring. Nothing else existed.
Until my mother walked out of the brush with her game of the day. A dead deer hoisted over her shoulders. My Mother's name was Rosemary. A great woman who learnt to survive by her French Canadian parents.
"Helene, You play nicely. Only if your hunting skills were as great as your violin skills." She said walking up the wooden stairs.
"I hate killing defenseless animals." I said as my mother prepared to skin the dead male deer.
"Your father taught you that. I should have married a trader not a scholar who wanders the forest looking for something that doesn't exist... I should have left you back in New York with my sister and her husband. Then maybe by now you would have found a nice husband." My mother said with her knife in hand, she cut open the deer's stomach.
"A husband? Helene wash my clothes! Cook me dinner! Why was our baby crying all night long?, I'm going to fight in a war, Helene, so you better survive somehow because I might die fighting." I mimicked a common husband.
"That sounds like my life. Between you and me, Husbands are useless at this time. But for you darling daughter it's the opposite." My Mother said skinning the deer. I could not bare the sight of blood.
"The ideal man doesn't exist. My standards are too high for any drunken idiot who comes knocking on my door." I said with a laugh.
"That is good to know my eldest daughter has high standards."
"Still I wonder when father is going to return."
My mother looked at me with her sorrowful green eyes and said: "We are lucky if he's alive, If he dies by an assassin's blade, Then he's in god's hands."
"I suppose you are right, Mother."
Chapter 2: The Lady Of Self-Calamity
(In which Helene gets captured by an assassin named Daniel Crackerhouse .)
The next day my mother left early in the morning. I rolled out of my bed, dressed in my fall attire, A multi layered dress of the color purple and my white apron. Entered my father's hovel of an office and removed a large box from a corner and opened it. I had to know what he was doing and why?
A note book and a gold prism device inside a cotton bag. The device glowed purple when I touched it. The light filled out the room and blinded my eyes. Then I heard a man's voice:
"You will be the new guide to the paradox of physical origin."
"What?"
"By touching my prison and home, I will give you the sight to find my greatest invention which will be only found by you."
"It's invisible to the naked eye? Who are you?" I asked the device.
"You may simply call me Pluto and yes it is invisible to the naked eye, only the one with my sight can find it, that is you." He confirmed. His whispering voice like an echo.
"If that is what you wish."
I climbed back upstairs and read my father's journal in front of the fire. This was his research notebook that was too important to bring with him.
The paradox of Pluto according to professor Cornelius's Barnaby and my father transcends time space and physical matter. Breaking each into separate events and organisms. Through the paradoxical mystery device at the location of the ancient invention.
"Give me that book, woman."
I turned around and saw a pale, skinny, twiggy and tall young man with messy rat colored hair, and pointed features. I could not tell his eye color because of the hood attached to his shabby brown coat.
He walked up to me in his leather boots. Soft stomps on the dirty ground floor. He motioned his left hand to me with a smile. So he is left handed.
"Why should I give this to you? Assassin?" I requested holding back.
"Those are important notes taken by two of the most genius minds in this continent on a subject the could change how humanity lives." He said merging closer to me.
"You will never find it without the golden prism... I read it all." I said assured of logic.
"I came for the prism, Also, Is it still in the bag?" He spoke calmly trying not to make me do anything dastardly with the object of his desires.
"No, I picked up the prism will my hands and it spoke to me."
His calm exterior turned inside out. "No! You idiot! Did it choose you?"
"Yes,"
The messy haired assassin thought for a moment and assaulted me.
"Don't touch me!" I screamed, struggling to break free from his grasp. He made me pass out.
Chapter 3: Calamity And The Mouse
I woke up feeling a constant shaking, as if I laid in a babies cradle. In reality; I was on a poorly structured ship. I opened my blue eyes and the assassin was there sitting on a barrel with his scrawny arse. With his hood down; he had hazel eyes.
"Good morning, Helene Van Brynn,"
"You never told me your name? Murderer?"
He introduced himself with much enthusiasm," I am Daniel Crackerhouse the mouse. I am 22 years old. Yes, I have killed templers." He wore a chain necklace with two templer rings. One was my father's. He kept these as trophies.
Crackerhouse? Funny.
"You killed my father!" I cried: "He was just a weak man who could not defend himself!"
"I don't care. He was just a target." The mouse unemotionally chirped. "But thanks to your foolish actions I don't have to find a volunteer for the prism. The scholar's daughter is the perfect person. Did he ever teach you about archeology?"
An interrogation?
"Everything that he could teach me. What makes you think I would work with the person who mercilessly killed my father? Over the paranoia of national dominance?"
He placed the prism in my two hands. "You, Holder of the prism shall light my way to the sacred unknown, if she likes it or not, By the powers that be: You have no choice, My crossed enemies would say the same thing, They would be a little more ruthless with dealing with a spiteful wench like you."
"You are not good at making friends are you? Daniel the mouse? I can see why the assassins called you 'The Mouse' because you have the emotional depth of one and you sound like a mouse. The improper question is: Do you have the libido of a rodent?" I began to laugh like a banshee.
He glared at me; "Is that question supposed to be insulting?"
"If you take it as insulting. Do you?" I raised my brow.
"You are rather witty, I do have such. I will take it as a compliment." Daniel grinned touching his chin with his left hand.
"Don't think of ever getting friendly with me, I will make you a eunuch!" I claimed holding the prism tighter.
"Why would I be interested in a woman with no sense of her style or wiles"
"Why would I like a man who kills because a scheming master mind tells him to and a man who would pass as a woman if he cross-dressed." I hope he never does that. After this he probably will to get back at me.
We were silent for a moment and he spoke, "Once you set your sight on our destination, there is no longer a will to ignore it."
Chapter 4: The Mousetrap
A few days later. Daniel returned to my prison. With a violin, a satin dress, and boots.
"You will play for my sailors, Put this on."
I took the dress and the boots from Daniel."Fine."
He left the chamber and stood outside. I removed my apron and my withered plain purple dress. Slipped on the red dress over my white under layers. Untied and tomok off my old shoes and squeezed my feet into the dark leather boots.
Daniel returned, grabbed my arm and lead me to top deck. The sunlight hurt my eyes for a few seconds. Opening up I felt several wandering eyes on me and smiles. I was a small speck compared to all these seafarers. I felt metaphorically naked.
Daniel gave me a fur coat and the violin and kindly added: "Please play for us."
Music was an instrument much more powerful than weapons and words. It's rival was; the mind. I placed the violin to my shoulder and the bow in my left hand. I began to play a light hearted lyric. After I finished, The sailors clapped and bravo to me, then they returned to their stations.
Daniel with his bony left hand took me by the shoulders and whispered:
"We are not far from the place where I killed your father, Gaze up to the sky ,it will show you the way to Pluto's paradox, as well as the stars at night."
I looked up to the sky and saw different kinds of symbols ; A dead language of both hieroglyphs and cuneiform. Between star formations. Then I saw something man made; A flag in the distance coming straight at us, a ship.
The ship rammed Daniel's ship at full momentum. Daniel forced me face down to the wood deck. Before the fighting started he pushed me back below deck.
"Go back to your room and don't make a sound." He gave me the violin before he raced back to the fighting.
"I hope you bite the bullet! Arse hole!" I screamed back at him.
I laid down peacefully on the cot on the floor and listened to the cries and shouting above me. I held the prism on my stomach with both of my hands. Even though the primal god was silent, I knew he was listening and watching, not to them but to me.
I felt a drop of blood land on my cheek, the blood seeped through the wood deck. I whipped it with a handkerchief and stared at the red. Why must blood be spilt? For such petty reasons? I felt the tears stream down my face, burning my eyes.
After a while. The cries stopped and everything minimized to silence. The door slowly opened to my room and walked in a new man. He wasn't handsome nor was he ugly. A fearless crusader. Flat dark hair and brown eyes, strong and angular face.
"You must be Helene Gabrielle Van Brynn, I am here by the wishes of Munro to return you back to your kin," He said straight to the point and bluntly.
"Yes, I am her. Who are you? Sir?" I asked sitting up on the cot.
"I am Shay Patrick Cormac. Former assassin."
"Oh, I see." I passed out from insomnia, shortly after.