I wrote the first part in Rome on my phone since my computer went out and I am borrowing my mom's laptop till I can get mine fixed. I also realized I made a mistake when I wrote out Catharina birthday. She was born in 1487, she is 15 years old in 1502.
Also I do not want to seem like I doing flash backs to much, or jumping around too much. Just let me know. I want to hear from you guys. Sorry Took so long…We suffered a death in the family.
Past
Rome Italy, 1502
Catharina didn't know what to say to the hooded stranger. He had taken the Borgia guards down single handed. The young woman had barely taken down one of the heavily armed man. She was tired of being bullied by the patrolling guards. Mocking her, and making highly sexual remarks. She ashamed herself to admit it, but she dressed herself as a courtesan, it was easier to theft when men were passing by. Instead of wearing the normal flowing dresses that whores wore.
Catharine had incorporated an attire that was functional, yet pleasing to the eye. Her bust was dressed in a white cheap cotton shirt with her breast almost exposing with short sleeves. She showed her with an open front where her legs could be seen. Her skin was covered by short trousers and knee high boots.
"Signora, are you alright?"
"Si, I am not going to lie signore, but the bastards almost had me." she declared as she wiped her face of any traces of blood with a silk handkerchief she pulled from her low crop blouse. "But I guess I have you to thank."
"I noticed how you handle your own. I'm looking for recruits for my...organization."
Catharina held up her hand towards him. "If it's some kind of brothel, if so, I'm not interested."
A light heart felt chuckle came from his lips, "No, no, nothing like that. I'm looking for men and women that are willing to take up arms against the tyranny in this city."
It had taken Catharina by surprise, "Well, signore, I must say I'm truly honored you have asked me."
Catharina's father, Danilo Abandonato, had always once said that the Abandonatos always repaid their debts. Looking back at her father's words of wisdom reawaken the pain of her family's death by the Borgia's hand. Her family was quite wealth years ago, her father was personal banker of Cesare Borgia before Juan Borgia. One dire day her father made the wrong calculation which lost Cesare a great deal of money.
In result, Cesare had taken, all of her father's assists and sent a group of guards to have her mother, twin sister, and younger infant brother along with her father murdered. The only reason Catharina was breathing because she was out on the market looking at fabrics for new dresses with her governance. Thankfully the Borgia was unaware of how many children that her parents had sired.
She would never forget walking into her parents villa and smelling the scent of blood. People turned their backs on the 13 year old girl afraid the Borgia would catch wind of her surviving the massacre. Anything of wealth was gone and she was forced out on the streets. This was only two years ago.
She held out her hand towards the hooded man, "I am Catharina Abandonato, and I would be honored...signore?"
"I am Ezio Auditore. Go to Tiber Island there you will greeted into our ranks."
Catharina shook his hand. "Thank you singore, Ezio. I will see you on Tiber Island."
Present
Atlantic Ocean, 1754
Catharina peeled off her left hand glove and looked down at her scourge left finger from when she had joined the assassins all those years ago. Even though, any burn, scar, or wound was gone within a few moments of reviving it, this mark had not arose away. Catharina sometimes wonder what her life would've been like if she had settle down and her family was still alive. She of course would have married and had beautiful children, maybe 4 or 5. It was always her dream to have a big family. Catharina covered her face to prevent tears. It has been over 200 years…She made one mistake of touching the apple, and now she will be suffering eternity, or until she found a way to reverse the effects of this immortality.
Her only family was her great aunt, and her adopted daughter, Colette. Her "great aunt" was actually an extremely old friend that was aware of her situation. She met her 50 or so years ago in the Caribbean, at the time she was girl of 13, who came from the gutters, but Catharina took her in and taught her the ways of the assassin just as Ezio had done for her. Her name was Charlotte.
Darling Collette was a small girl of the timid age of 8, who filled her life with that small piece she was missing. Abandon on the streets in the city of Pairs due to a large deformity that involved her hand to become nothing more than a numb with fingers short as pieces of corn. Collette was still perfect in Catharina's eyes; she may have been given rough start, but Collette will never be disabled, she did everything perfect with her right hand, she could even play the piano wonderfully. Catharina could never have children of her own, she was never sure if it was because of her immortality, but it never stopped her from having a mother's heart. Thinking of little Collette always made her feel better inside.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door frame; Catharina looked up.. She reached for her leather glove to hide the scarred ring. To her surprise, Haythem had pulled back the currant in her door frame.
"Kenway, what do I owe this pleasure? Did your meeting with our captain go well?"
"Apparently, there is talk of a mutiny within the crew."
"Well here, I was hoping for a quiet journey to Boston."
Haythem stepped further into the room and took a seat on her cot. "I came here to enlist your help."
"Of course, if there is a mutiny, we might not make it to America alive. I know who we can talk too." Catharina said standing out of her seat. "Come on,"
Within a few minutes, Catharina and Haythem were in the lower bowels of the ship where most of the crew were lounging about, taking a break from some of their duties. Catharina knew exactly who to speak to about the mutiny, a colleague of hers, Louis Mills. Who is a devoted member of the assassin order, she had recognized him on the top deck earlier when Haythem was in the confutation with the other crew members.
"Why don't you start questioning some of the crew, while I look into this further?" Catharina spoke.
Haythem bowed his head approving of her idea before strolled off to investigate the crew. Catharina dispread to the other side of the ship where she found Mister Mills, who was carving a small block of wood with a small knife. "Lady Abandonato, how are you doing this fine day? I must say, you look as striving as the last time I've seen you."
"Let's cut the formalities, I have some inquiries that needs to be confronted and dealt with."
"I see the rumor is true that Miko sent you to help the colonies brotherhood." He said in a low whisper.
"Which, I am highly upset about…I was in middle of important work. I had to send Colette a months ahead of time so she can get settled in faster with my great aunt-."
"Miko is dead." Mills caught her off, "The Aquila is behind us to apprehend Haythem Kenway, he is the one who gutted the old man."
Hearing the news of Miko death, sadden her a little bit, but in the line of work of Assassins, some never live to 40. "It's impossible…I spoke to him before he left for the opera."
"That's where it happen…"
"Very well." She said, her voice filled with disdain, "I shall not be taking part of this, as you know, it is great importance that the Templars are in the dark of who I am….If this goes south, it could be the end of me and my mission would fail."
Mills shook his head, "I was well aware of this, I was not to disturbed you with this."
Catharina didn't know what to think of the situation. She and Miko weren't particular close, but hearing a fellow assassin were taken too soon before his work was done was devastating to hear. The fact that Haythem was behind his death was chilling. Yet, she couldn't interfere even though she would normally.
"Be careful Mills, Haythem is the son of Edward Kenway and is more than equally match to a master assassin."
