Hello my lovely readers I'm back with chapter 2 in tow yaaaay anyway this one is longer then that last chapter and better if I do say so myself ^^ so here we go
Warning: Homosexual Incest don't like, don't read, you've been warned.
Characters belong to Ubisoft woohoo
Chapter 2: Bitterness
"Your little assassin almost caught us today, Washington." The said man looked up, his bloody face brightening. "He cost me not only my dearest friend, but the grandmaster as well, but luckily I took care of him, he's dead now George, and soon this country will belong to the Templars." Charles Lee paced in front of the commander.
"The citizens will rise up, you will be stopped, and don't believe for one second that you can dispose of Connor so easily, soon he'll be at your doorstep, you'll be dead before you even know what hit you." Charles glared, punching Washington in the stomach.
"No my friend, you are so very wrong. Connor had Haytham pinned, he called for my help but I ran then set the warehouse ablaze, Haytham's sacrifice wasn't in vain, now rid of that wretched assassin this organization can grow. I lead them now, and we will win!" Washington eyed him skeptically.
"Oh I get it, You turned your back on him so that you could take charge." The newest grandmaster whirled around walking towards the door of Fort Independence.
"Well since you know everything you can sit in here and contemplate what you don't know and how you're going to die in these walls." With that he slammed the door and slithered from the area after locking the place down. "Foolish man, I have the power now, my poor Haytham... I'm sorry, but I had too. I know it's what you'd want."
In other areas, a certain assassin sat perched up a picket fence, pondering his next move. "I need to keep my ears open, I'll never find him following a stale trail." Connor hopped to the ground, taking little time to stretch his tired muscles. 'Well I suppose I should head back to Samuel, I'm sure he's found something I can track.' The assassin thought as he stalked down the dark streets of Boston. Connor sent word for Samuel to meet him by the docks, he had to discuss important matters with him. He waited for the statesman, hours passing before he finally showed.
"Connor? Did you find his trail? Are you close to finding him? What about the Templars?" The native sighed sitting on a nearby crate and folding his arms.
"No I have not. The warehouse your horsemen informed you of was a trap. Charles and my father was there waiting to ambush me. I bested my father but Charles abandoned him and set the building on fire."
Samuel's mouth dropped, "What happened to Haytham? Did you... Did you kill him?" Connor downcast his eyes.
"No, I let him go, but he won't be returning to the Templars, that I know. The founding father nodded his head, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a folded piece of paper.
"Here, this is all the information I have on Washington, the citizens don't know much, but the little they did know is most useful. They seen him with Charles, and you know how much George trusted that man."
"Thank you, I will do my best to bring him back, maybe I can locate some unsuspecting spotters." Connor whirled around, scaling the nearest building. The lean young male searched in the night, looking for some sort of clue that would lead him to the commander. "Why do the Templars have to be this way." He gently spoke, allowing the wind to wisp his voice through the darkness.
"It's because they think they're right." Connor tensed, expecting the worse from the tyrant. "I'm not here to fight son, I'm only enjoying the night wind as you are." Connor glared, standing from his perch, he stomped up the roof and stuck his nose in his father's face.
"No, I am not enjoying the night sky, I am cleaning up your mess." He turned to walk away but stopped in his tracks when Haytham's arms curled around his torso.
"Please Connor, I told you I would show you that I care, so let me." The assassin's heart flew to his throat in a matter of seconds, making him very uncomfortable in the man's embrace.
"Very well, just don't... Don't touch me." He rushed away, jumping to the next building. Haytham wasn't far behind, the thud of his shoes clearly heard to Connor. The boy quickly held a hand up, stopping Haytham in his tracks. "I believe those guards may know something, let us be quiet from here." The two males crept across the rooftops, silently approaching the unsuspecting watchmen. "This is pointless," whispered Connor, "You already know the location of Washington, he could be in danger, why make me search?" The native stated in a quiet stern voice.
"I'm honing your skills, now be quiet and listen carefully." The two sat eavesdropping waiting to learn something useful.
Around Fort Independence Charles Lee paces impatiently behind locked gates. He stops immediately hearing a soft wrapping at the great doors. The master hastily makes his way towards the doors, swiftly opening them for his guest. A man appearing to be in his twenties enters, bowing to his leader. "What news do you bring? Good or bad?" The man shuffles his feet then glances at Charles.
"That depends on how you look at it sir. I've been listening around town as you asked me too and it seems your fears are true, both grandmaster Haytham and the assassin are alive."
Charles grit his teeth, clenching his fist he asks sweetly, "Are these reliable sources or just townsfolk gossip?"
The man nervously picks at his sleeves, timidly he replies, "both sir..." He began backing away as the New grandmaster's face started turning bright red, he was undoubtedly furious. The messenger was slipping out when his rampaging superior grabbed him.
"Go and gather all the Templar supporters, I want that assassin tracked down. NOW!" He quickly scrambled away, doing as his leader told him. Charles stomped around in rage eagerly awaiting news while his enemies stalked two very unaware guards.
"The boss has gone crazy, I'm telling you, if we don't find those two he'll kill us." Connor glanced questioningly at Haytham when the messenger finished his frantic message, he only shrugged. "I'm telling you Bill, he wants the assassin dead, and as for grandmaster Haytham, well I just know Lee wants him found." The two men shook their heads.
"Yea, he's probably gonna kill him too, he won't give up his new found power for a friend, no man would." Haytham scoffed at their words, turning his nose up at them.
"They don't know Lee very well then, he'd never hurt me, he's probably worried to death," Connor actually felt sorry for his dad. Charles Lee was most definitely capable of such an action.
"Stay here and listen to these two, I'm headed to Old North Church. A few men have attracted my attention." Connor didn't give Haytham time to object, he glided to the next building, lightly skidding across the rooftops. Soon he heard voices, so he silently tip-toed to the edge. He sat atop the Old North Church, surveying the guards below.
"-They're holding Washington." Connor's ears immediately perked up like a fox's.
'This patrol knows. I must catch one of them alone, I can not let this valuable information escape my grasp.' The assassin prepared to attack.
He descended to the ground below, swiftly lunging into a nearby haystack. By then, the guards had turned their backs leaving an open shot for the assassin. Connor crept behind them, not realizing the upcoming danger. A patrolling night guard spotted him, shrieking an alert to the others. The native cursed as soldiers swarmed him, they came from all directions, some shooting while others attempted swordsmanship. Connor shifted left and right, avoiding fatal blows and killing off his attackers one by one. He suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot up his calf muscle as an enemy plunged his sword through his left leg. "Aah! Dammit!" He stumbles, desperately trying to regain his balance as the pursuers move in. Blood squirts from the nearest soldier, falling to the ground in agony. The assassin eyed his savior, amazement evident on his face to behold his own flesh and blood. Haytham rushed to Connor's aid, striking any soldier that happened to get in his way. The Templar yanked the boy to his feet, hustling the injured being along, defending him with his life. They beat a hasty retreat to the frontier, but not before a beady pair of eyes caught sight of their fleeing forms. The spy hurriedly exited the area, barreling down Boston's once quiet streets.
Charles Lee anxiously awaited his scouts, briskly writing down his plans for the Templars. "Sir, sir!" His emissary came rushing in, stopping in front of the grandmaster, he doubled over to catch his breath.
"What is it? Are we under attack? Answer me fool!" Charles yelled grabbing the man by the shirt.
"No sir," he answered breathlessly, "It's Haytham and the assassin, they're alive!" Charles released the man and backed away.
"How is this possible... I seen that building explode with my own eyes." He marched into Washington's small room, sticking his face right in the commander's. "How are they alive!" He hissed grabbing at the weak man.
"I told you that you couldn't get rid of him," he coughed weakly. "Better hurry and send your lackeys before he finds your little hide out." Charles kicked his chair and stormed out of the room.
"All of you listen up!" The grandmaster yelled desperately at his subordinates, "Haytham, our beloved grandmaster, has been corrupted!" Mutters of disbelief spread through the small gathering of Templar supporters.
"It's true! I was there, he came out of no where and killed many of us just to protect that assassin!" Screams of despair and agony sounded inside the fort as the information sunk in, Charles smiled deviously turning his back to the anguished crowd.
"There there friends, though we've lost our cherished leader, we've gained something more precious." Lee snapped his fingers, a soldier brought out the injured George Washington. "You see, with this man we can gain power, order, direction, Our organization will grow, we'll have no worries!" The order rises, clapping and cheering while Charles smiles, scheming in his mind. " We must bring down those traitors if we are to succeed!" They all cheered once more, raising their weapons and rushing out the door. "You see that George? Your little assassin is doomed." The future president only laughed, forcing the leader to lose his last bit of composure. "Goddamn it! I will win! I can promise you that much, stupid fool!" He shook with anger, wanting to do nothing more than murder this man, but he knew that he was way to valuable, for now. He calmly walked into his office, sat down and began thinking.
On the frontier Haytham doctored Connor, tenderly wrapping his injured leg. "Does that feel better, son?" Connor nodded, staring at the ground, he peered over at his father, watching him inspect his handy work. "Well that should do it, you should be fine in a week or so, that's a pretty nasty wound." He patted Connor's leg and set off to make camp, leaving him to anticipate his thoughts.
'I don't understand you father...' He closed his eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber. When the young assassin stirred, he had been undressed and his hair strewn out behind him. "Father?" He sleepily questioned, drowsily surveying his surroundings. The moon still brightly shown meaning he hadn't been asleep for too long, so how had his clothes vanished and his hair untied? Connor noticed the blazing fire, sleeping bags and what's that? His father's lithe form stood centimeters away, pale flesh bare in the fire's dim glow. Haytham ran his fingers gently down his abdomen, lingering delicately on his throbbing erection. The Templar gasps, leisurely stroking himself, unbeknownst to him of his spectator observing his every movement. Connor drew a sharp intake of breath as he gazed upon his father, his heart raced hearing Haytham's restrained moans. A blush spread across his cheeks at his sire's release, Haytham collapsed onto his sleeping bag, the fire causing his sweaty skin to glimmer.
After recovering, Haytham rolls over towards Connor, inspecting his son's well-being. The native shifts from his dad's peering eyes, emotions still flowing through his mind like a flooded river. Both of their thoughts were interrupted as voices shouted through the undergrowth. Twigs snapped alerting the forest dwellers, they sat up in a flash, the pair hastily got dressed, preparing for whatever came. In a matter of seconds the tiny family was surrounded, "Haytham Kenway, the order suspends you from Templar Grandmaster title. You have been accused of treachery and we are to kill on sight. Same for the assassin."
Well that's it for now guys, chapter 3 will be up next week I hope to get some helpful reviews this week help a brother out lol. Oh and tell me what you thought of my mild sexy scene ;) til nexy week ta ta.
