It was too easy to dismiss the hooded figure. His clothes were dated and any one with half a mind would know to never openly bear the symbol of the Assassins. The Templar leaders aren't convinced that the Assassins dead and gone. It is a pattern I've noticed throughout my research of the creed. It only could of been because I stayed up late to study for math.
The bus stopped.
It's lunch time. Our hour in the yard, so to speak. The black top is near abandoned, I wonder why it took me so long to realize that it's very hot. I take off my black dark blue vested hoodie, it has a white eagle stitched on the back of it. My blue shirt has a red eagle in marker on the shoulder. My underarmer, literally designed to deflect glancing blows from blades and low velocity small arms. My black cargo pants are padded at the knees ankles and croch.
On the inside of my coat I have a navy service pistol and in my pant pockets I have knifes, a few cherry bombs, and a few bombs filled with lambs blood. I loose participation grade for ignoring dress code, but I can afford it. They usually frisk me for weapons but I think they finally realized I always have at least 4 concealed weapons and gave up.
It's not illegal to carry weapons but the school doesn't like anything shorter than 48 inches. My hidden blades are inheritence. Apparently a great grandfather of mine knew some people. My dad asked me to use them to protect mom.
Failure. Traiter. Weakling. Worthless. Pathetic! Small! Slow! DISHONERABLE LYING RAT! THE MAN KILLED MOTHER AND HE WALKS FREE! YOU HAVE THE SKILL, YOU HAVE THE MEANS, WHY DOES HE STILL LIVE!?
"HE IS INNOCENT!"
I am on my knees clutching my skull, trying to make the pain stop. I almost don't notice the stares.
Almost.
Conner
The potential ally is named Dominic but called eagle. He bears several hidden weapons I almost miss. If it weren't for my own experience keeping knifes and bombs as contingency, I would have been caught off my guard. Following Eagle was, and is, difficult. He is constantly looking over his shoulder, and in this strange town my clothes are odd and hard to forget. There are strange things called 'cameras' that I had to sneak past. I inquired about the strange things to a bum, after I knew Eagle wasn't going anywhere for a while.
He seems collected so I am baffled when he falls to his knees and starts screaming. He too has lost his mother, he is denying himself vengeance. Perhaps his mothers death was set up. I hear nothing of a father and, if you know what to look for, his support of the Assassins creed is obvious. I am not blind nor deaf. I can see that here Templars reign supreme, though I have heard of a war to the east. I will confront Eagle when I can seclude him. No one needs to know I am an Assassin, for Templars will surely pursue me.
Dominic
I only stop screaming at the voice when I feel Lucy hug me. This will hurt my reputation, and set back severing my bond to her, but I don't care. The voices left me alone for three years. As I cry I can only ask;
"Why have to voices comeback?"
I get no response. Some how that is more comforting than sweet nothing's.
we'll get in big trouble but I don't care. She calls a cab and we go home.
Three chapters, less than 24 hours, don't get used to it.