Hey guys, I'm back with Chapter 2. Please tell me if you liked the first chapter. This is my very first fanfic and I'm really nervous about it. Anyway, off with the story…
Welcome to Arendelle
As the Queen and her sister made their way down to the town square, a mysterious young man had just entered the gates of Arendelle.
As he quietly walked down the crowded streets, many eyes turned to see him. This didn't really bother the man, he was more or less used to this kind of 'attention'. Those who saw him couldn't help but stare at his attire. There was nothing ordinary about his outfit. In fact, most people would call it somewhat… weird.
The young man wore an unbuttoned black jacket, tailored with red accents, that went all the way down to the back of his ankles. He also wore black leather gloves and black pants that were tucked inside his black leather boots. Inside his jacket, he wore a vest with an open neck. A belt ran around his waist. On it were: a few pouches, 2 pistol holsters holding 2 flintlock pistols and a scabbard that carried an antique looking sabre. Not only that, on his wrists the man wore leather bracers with hidden blades under them that could be extended or retracted with only a flick of his wrists. His left blade though, could be pivoted in any direction and held in an ice pick grip if he to duel-wield a weapon. Slung across the young man's back was a black recurve bow, along with a leather black quiver, which held almost 16 arrows. On top of all that, he wore a black hood that covered his eyes and shadowed most of his face- a very strange and unique outfit indeed.
AN: in case you still don't know how the man looks like, Google Assassins Creed 3 New York Outfit. You should then get a clear picture of how he looks like, except for the black bow and quiver.
As the young hooded man kept walking along the street, he looked for an inn or tavern he could stay in. He figured that he really needed a proper place to stay for the night, and not just sleep in the open streets or alleys, prone to any danger, like he had been for the past 48 hours.
Now as he came to think about it, the man actually realized how tired he was. His eyes were red and bloodshot from exhaustion, and there were heavy bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep he had. The man chuckled to himself as he thought about the last place he had slept at. It was at a town a few miles from Arendelle. The young man had slept in a side alley next to a beggar who stank of piss and wouldn't stop asking him a whole lot of stupid questions. In the end, the beggar just passed out from drinking too much booze. That wasn't the end of the man's problems though, the beggar had snored like a fat pig all night along, and even a one point, started singing in his sleep like a little kid. In the end, the man had just left early and continued on his way to Arendelle, a few hours before dawn.
Luckily, the young man had just found a decent, looking tavern at the end of the street- except, for its name of course.
The Queen's Head
Hastily, he stepped inside. The tavern, or more of a circus, was filled with singing, jeering, shouting and cursing. People packed into every corner and available table of the loud and crammed tavern. As the young man walked to the counter, drunken low lives stumbled across the room, screaming, fighting, and even throwing bottles at the walls. The whole place couldn't be described as anything else other than: chaotic.
The bartender, an overweight, middle- aged man that looked like an ogre more than a human, looked up briefly at the young man approaching the counter, before muttering something what sounded like a rude comment.
" What, d'you want?" He sneered
" A cold drink would be nice, and can I also order a room for the night?"
The bartender grumbled and walked off to get the things the man wanted.
Looking around, the young man had finally noticed how small the tavern actually was. It was a miracle that it could fit so many people without literally breaking.
The man took notice of his surroundings. A piano stood in the far corner of the room, on a stage set next to the tables. A fireplace had been set directly opposite of it. By the looks of it, there was only one exit: the wooden door at the far end of the tavern. The door looked like it had been made a century ago. The mouldy wood was cracked and there was rust on its hinges. A good kick could bring it down in no time. Dirty windows stood on either side of it, failing to bring in the streaks of sunlight shining through its dirt-covered surface. The whole bloody place looked like it might collapse at any moment. The young man had already started having second thoughts on whether he should stay at the flimsy tavern when a sound behind made him snap his head in the direction behind him.
The bartender, or should I say 'the ogre', had returned with a mug of beer and was busy pulling out a set of keys while the young man dropped a few coins onto the counter.
"So…" the bartender started, " this your first time here in Arendelle?"
"Uh… yeah, I'm just passing through and will be here for a few days." The young man lied. He had indeed been here for nearly all of his life. Only 3 years ago when the former King and Queen of Arendelle had drowned on a mission trip to the Northern Isles, had the young man left and had, from then on been living by himself.
The bartender looked unconvinced, "So you've heard about the Queen's 'accident' a few months ago?"
"Yes I have. Word spread very quickly about a young queen who had lost control of her powers and had put Arendelle into a supposedly 'eternal winter'.
"Well, you heard right sonny. Lots of people say that…"
The door was suddenly flung open, and a group of 4 burly men entered the tavern. The room was suddenly deathly silent as the group made their way to the counter.
The leader of the group, a dark, tanned, tall man, with long hair and a beard that was longer than Jesus', leaned over the counter and smiled a goofy grin, showing little bits of blackened teeth.
"Hallo Charlie, my friend," the voice was raspy and coarse, "Me and my boys here are a bit thirsty after a long day at work. Care to give us a drink?"
The bartender, who was now known as Charlie, looked as if he had just bit his tongue.
" loo… look Jonny, this is the third time you have come in asking for a drink without paying. Give me a break man; I have a wife and 2 kids. I have too feed them as well, you know."
" Ohhhh, come on Charlie. You wouldn't want us to go to your home instead and ask your wife for a drink, eh."
Fear crept into Charlie's eyes, and he seemed to be paralysed as he let man's words sink in.
"Ok…Ok, I'll get you a drink. Jus…Just don't come near my house ok."
" You know, it's not really nice to threaten a man just because he doesn't want to give you a drink."
The voice came from the hooded man sitting next to him.
The bearded man seemed to finally notice the young man sitting only a few meters nest to him.
"Oi, shut up and mind your own business. This is between me and him." He pointed to the bartender with a bony finger.
"Especially, when the man has a family, can't you at least pay him? I mean, just because you've got no one, doesn't mean that…"
"That's IT!"
In a flash, the bearded man was out of his chair, and getting ready to deliver a blow that would most likely crush the young man's skull.
He didn't even get near the man's face when a hand stopped his in mid- swing and another countered by forming into a fist and slamming into his face.
For a moment, the bearded man just stood still, shock written all over his face, before he dropped onto the floor, howling as blood poured out of his nose.
Turning around, the young man immediately saw the other 3 companions spring straight into action and head for him. The nearest one, did a right hook aiming for the man's jaw. He got nowhere near as a foot slammed straight into his stomach and sent him sprawling.
The second companion rushed from the side aiming to do a knockout hit, but instead found himself hitting thin air. The young man had ducked and had delivered a blow straight into his stomach, winding him, before doing a spinning kick that caught him in mid air and sent him reeling 2 meters back.
2 men down, one left
Out of the corner of his eye, the hooded man saw something small and shiny miss his face by inches, leaving a small whoosh of air as it came back down, ready to deliver another quick strike.
A knife… the third attacker has a knife
As if it was a reflex, the hooded man flicked his wrist and extended his left hidden blade, pivoting it into a defensive grip, just as the opponent's knife came down to deliver a second strike, or should have been the finishing strike.
Clang
The sound echoed throughout the deathly, silent room as the hooded man stopped the knife in mid- flight.
A second passed, and both fighters looked into each other's eyes, before the hooded man extended his right hidden blade and drove it up the opponent's thigh.
A blood-curling scream filled the tavern as the attacker dropped onto the floor, screaming loudly and clutching onto his leg. When there was nothing left, the man just lay there, whimpering with tears streaming down his face.
The bartender stared wide-eyed at his savior with both shock and awe. The man had downed 4 opponents in less than 10 seconds. Looking around, he saw them lying on the floor. Some were moving ever so slightly. Others lay deathly still.
The bartender turned back to look at young man. He couldn't have been more than 23 years old! He stood looking at the 4 men on the ground, his expression masked by the shadow of the hood.
" Um… than… thank you," the bartender stuttered, " I will try repay you as soon as possible."
" No, don't. I don't need your money. Think this as a small favour from a friend."
" These men have done this many times. I'm scared they will hurt my family."
" They won't… not anymore after what I did to them."
There was a short pause, as the bartender took in everything the man had said.
"Um… I'll get you another drink."
The bartender turned to get a drink.
A second later he turned back again.
" Wait, what if…"
He found himself staring at an empty isle and an open door.
The man had already walked out…
Well, that was a long chapter. I hope you all liked it. As I mentioned before, there were a few weapons from Assassins Creed, but nothing major. Please review this chapter. I will see you all at chapter 3.
OneZer0