Sorry it's been a while since my last update. I've been busy and couldn't decide if I wanted to continue this story but I want to thank black ink'n white paper for giving me the encouragement to continue. I also wanted to thank them for pointing out something really stupid I did in the last chapter. Just to let everyone know, that last random part at the end of chapter 1 wasn't part of the chapter. It was some notes I'd left at the bottom of the doc and forgot to remove them before I posted so sorry about that. Anyway here's chapter two, I hope you like it and I hope I don't disappoint! :) Enjoy!
Her very breath echoed, as the light began to find her again. Pain erupted through Amelia's head and body. She didn't remember being struck by the Redcoat but she was certainly feeling it. From what remained of her memory she knew that they had managed to take out at least ten Redcoats between them before the darkness had swallowed her whole. As her eyes adjusted she could just make out the stone walls and iron bars of the small cramped cell that held her. The floor however felt unusually soft and it appeared to be...breathing. It was only then that Amelia realised she was resting on the Templar Grandmasters chest. Stumbling back she stared down at his unconscious body, his hat has fallen away giving her a better look at his face. She expected him being much older, but he seemed to look a similar age to her. Taking in every inch of his face, every feature; something seemed familiar. He seemed familiar. Amelia broke from her thoughts when he began to move letting out a pained groan. Reaching down she tore at the material of her cloak and slowly kneeled beside him, placing the cloth against the cut on his arm.
As he moved again she flinched, his eyelids fluttered open as his eyes suddenly met hers. Amelia pulled back her arm and moved to sit by the wall. The Templar watching her every move.
"You're hurt…I just thought I'd help stop the bleeding."
The Templar reached for his upper arm, looking back at his bloody fingers. Amelia cautiously leaned forward to pass him the cloth to dab his wound.
"That...wasn't necessary but thank you."
They both sat at opposite ends of the small cell in the darkness and endless silence. Neither one looking at the other. Amelia looked down at her broken hidden blade, the events of the night before replaying over and over in her mind. The cuts and bruises that marked her wrist and neck, sent her further into her thoughts. The roof, the Redcoats. The Templar saved her life and didn't seemed to think twice about it. Amelia couldn't help but wonder if maybe all Templars were like that, if maybe she'd misjudged them, him. No that couldn't be possible, they were the enemy. They always had been and that's what she'd been fighting against since she was a child. It was them that killed her family and it was them she had vowed to stop.
But this man had been in this cell with her for hours and hadn't taken her life. She was still alive, still breathing. If he wanted her dead, Amelia knew he wouldn't hesitate for a second. It was his piercing blue eyes that brought her away from her thoughts. Holding the cloth to his bleeding arm, he never took his eyes off her. Amelia felt foolish, it was almost as if he had been reading her mind from the way he was looking at her. Taking a deep breath, she finally broke the silence that sat between them.
"Why didn't you kill me? You had the chance, yet you chose not to,"
"I suppose I could ask you the same question."
"You pulled me back from my fall on the roof, why not leave me there?"
The Templar let out a deep sigh before answering.
"We were both in danger, the Redcoats would've killed you had you been on your own. It…It...wouldn't have been right to leave you behind like that."
Amelia couldn't help but laugh as the Templar glared at her reaction.
"I fail to see how that is amusing to you."
"I don't think I've ever come across a Templar with morals before."
"Then I suppose I'm not like other Templars."
"Of course you're not. The killings, intimation and obsession for power are all just charming qualities to you aren't they?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"You Templars claim to seek justice but all you crave power; control. Haven't you taken enough from the people without taking the last thing they have that's theirs? Their freedom is not something you can just demand. It's time you realised that the world doesn't answer to you, no matter how much you want it to."
"We seek order. Justice for the people, to live freely but within their means of doing so. What's the point of fighting for freedom if there's no one there to lead them towards it? They want to be led, to fall into line. We do not crave power. We fight for order, purpose, and direction. Nothing more than that."
Amelia was speechless. Words of a response failed her as she leaned against the wall.
"You think us the villains, the enemy. Well the truth of the matter is, we're no different than you Assassin. We fight for the same cause, for the same goal. The only difference is the path we choose to get there."
Her blood began to boil as her nightmares whispered through the clouds in her mind. The past she'd tried to forget. The glow from the fire that smothered the houses in the distance, the screams of fear and pain. The loss and the heartache, she'd tried to bury all bursting at seams as she rushed to feet. Hands shaking, her green soft eyes now burning with anger.
"NO! You're wrong! You kill and you take. You tear apart families for your own personal gain! All those Assassins dead by your order! How is that justice?! For years the Templars have only caused me pain and loss. And I will fight with every fibre in my being to stop them! That is my vow to the Creed and…to my father."
