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Chapter Four: Are You Sure?
The silence in the kitchen was beginning to get on Connie's nerves. Sure, she lived alone and she loved quiet, but this was different. It was almost like this man wanted to talk but wouldn't, and the stare wasn't helping, he was probably as stubborn as a mule. Just my luck.
Slapping her head in ignorance for the second time that day, she turned to Altair.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, do you like pasta?" she asked not caring if he said no, she was making it either way.
"Sure." He said, not even questioning it, she thought for sure he would, but she guessed he didn't care. In reality, Altair didn't question it because he didn't want to be talked down to once again, all for the simple matter of not knowing something that the woman deemed obvious in a sense, he had to be in power here.
"Whatever you say." Replied Connie, not caring anymore. Turning towards him again, she looked him over. He wasn't watching her anymore, and instead was looking around her small kitchen. He felt her stare then, and turned towards her with a questioning glance.
"You can stay here tonight, but tomorrow I hope to see you gone." said Connie slowly, she didn't want it to sound that rude, never mind forget manners, and maybe he'll leave faster.
"Fine, and I will be expecting to see my belongings." Replied Altair evenly. Damn, I was hoping he would forget... I wanted his sword for my collection. Thought Connie with a frown.
"Yeah sure, just remind me." Said Connie with the frown still on her face. By that point the sauce was done, and was waiting for the pasta to finish boiling. Connie grabbed a fork and ate one to see if it was done. Perfect. She thought before getting a strainer to strain the pasta. Once that was done, she put the pasta back in the pot and added the sauce and stirred.
"Done." Connie said to no one in particular, before she went to grab two bowls to eat from. Scooping the pasta into each bowl, she got two forks and stuck it in the bowls before handing one to Altair.
"Here." She said before going back and grabbing herself a bowl, before heading to her family room, away from Altair to watch TV.
Altair was left in the kitchen looking at his...food. He had never seen something like it, and was wondering if the woman was trying to poison him. She hadn't added anything to his that she didn't to hers, so he followed where she went to see if she was eating.
The woman was eating to his disappointment, he had been hoping for an excuse to threaten her again, her stunts earlier annoying him greatly. He found her eating, and watching movements with people in a small box. It confused him significantly, but he didn't ask any questions, as he slowly walked over to another chair that was unoccupied, and sat down.
Connie turned to see that the man was on the couch, and had come to eat in here and watch TV as well, before she turned back to the TV. Her mind didn't put together that if he didn't know what a light bulb was, he defiantly wouldn't know what a TV was.
Altair was looking down at his food while Connie was occupied with the TV. He grabbed the fork and slowly stabbed pasta with it, before slowly lifting it to his eyes to examine. He had no clue what it was and before he could question it anymore, he shoved it in his mouth and chewed slowly.
It was definitely different, but it wasn't that bad, at least the woman could cook. His eyes turned to her again. She wasn't even paying attention to him, her hand would move on its own to use the fork to stab the food, and bring it to her mouth to chew, and her eyes were glued to the weird contraption with flashing lights.
His eyes then turned to the bright box with colours. He didn't know what was going on in the box, but he found his eyes glued to it too, trying to figure out what was happening. His hand as well started to eat for him.
The box was talking about war, and death, followed by a man walking through buildings that looked rather old. He was explaining how over time the buildings had fallen apart and were slowly being destroyed because the people who once inhabited it had died from an unknown cause. The box then showed a number, and began to explain what happened during that time.
It took him a second before his eyes widened and he realized it was a date, a year number.
He quickly looked around again, that's why everything looked so different and alien, he was somehow...in the future...
Still shocked, he debated asking the women what the date was, but he didn't want her to think him crazier than she probably already did. He would keep it to himself for now. He turned back to the box and continued watching and eating. He could probably learn a few things from it, but it seemed you couldn't talk to it, so instead he would wait for it to say something useful. He now knew it was some sort of history thing, and decided to ask the women why she was listening to history, and not anything else.
"Why are you listening to history?" asked Altair hesitantly, looking towards the woman.
Connie turned towards him before turning back to the TV and answering.
"I find history more interesting than the shows that are on now a days, I honestly don't care about celebrities having babies, and getting into relationships, and basically anything to do with people now a days. I only watch the history channel, and the weather network, everything else I don't bother with. I haven't watched a movie in a very long time. I have better things to do." She just kept blabbing on about it, until she got her point across, and than concentrated on the show again.
Altair didn't say anything, he didn't understand what she was saying for most of what she just said, and did not want to question it at all. He now knew that this was a show however, and that there were different channels, the history one being her favourite.
Perhaps he should tell her now though...maybe she could help? No, I'll ask for help when it's necessary.
By now, both of them were done eating, and Connie got up, turned everything off, and headed to the kitchen leaving Altair in the dark. Connie walked over to the sink and put her bowl in, before turning around and taking Altair's who had followed. She then quickly washed everything, while she paid attention to Altair walking around her main floor. He was still wearing his boots too, which were full of mud. What a rude man, not to mention he shows no respect. Thought Connie, clearly not amused.
When she was done, she dried her hands and turned off her kitchen lights, before walking over to where she knew Altair was.
"I'll show you where you can sleep tonight." Huffed Connie before turning and walking towards the stairs. Altair slowly following. They walked past the discarded pillow, blanket, and heater, before heading up the stairs.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Connie started walking towards the spare bedroom. The hallway wasn't large, so she got there rather fast, before she opened the door, and directed him inside, turning on the light when she followed him in.
"I don't have a change of clothes for you, since I live alone, so you're going to have to live with what you have for now." Said Connie before turning to leave, but then stopped.
"Oh, and if you need anything knock on my door, it's the door closest to the stairs, I'm sure you remember," she smirked. "and bathrooms across from your room." She finished with a smile, before continuing on her leave. She headed to her room quickly, and didn't see her cat walking out of her play room and almost fell on top of her.
"Meesha! It's like you want me to kill you today!" she said amused, before picking her cat up and heading to her room again. She made sure she locked her door, before turning on her light and going over to her bed and putting her cat down on it. She gave her a quick pet, before going over to her dresser to get her PJ's for the night.
After quickly changing, she dumped her clothes in the hamper, and turned off her light, before turning to the bed and jumping in. Her cat bent her ears back at the annoyance of the bed moving, before walking over to the side of Connie and plopping down.
"Ha, you plop down just like me, except you can't break anything." She said with a laugh, before petting her again, she than turned on her side and tried to fall asleep. She wasn't aware when the rain was going to stop, but it helped her go to sleep, with its repetitive drips on her small window.
Meanwhile Altair was debating on what to do. He could very well kill the woman and take her house while he tried to think of a way to get out of this mess, but it was a bad idea, as well as good. He didn't know anything about this new time, and if he killed her he would be in an even bigger mess, as he wouldn't know anything she could tell him.
He couldn't leave tomorrow, he would have nowhere to go, and would most likely starve to death, there was also the fact that she lived near nothing, as he had discovered when looking out the window in his room. He didn't even have a horse to travel anywhere.
How was he going to be able to convince her, maybe through pity? Or guilt maybe? Pity seemed more logical though, but there was also the problem that this woman had no interest in people. She wasn't married for one, and lived near no one, so she probably wouldn't care about him having nowhere to go, probably dismiss it with a "to bad" for all he knew.
He would have to think of something else to add to the pity. She did seem rather interested in history, maybe if he told her about it she would let him stay longer, maybe help?
Altair grumbles. He didn't want help from anyone, especially a woman, but... it was his only choice, maybe he would warm up to her? He hadn't exactly been the best with people either, having a job such as being an Assassin didn't leave much time to make friends, and the thought had no appeal.
Sighing, he turned towards the small white box on the wall, apparently, with it you could turn off and on the light. Walking over to it, he put his hand over it, nothing happened. Then he pressed down and felt the thing move. The light turned off. He pulled his hand away and looked at the thing. He put his finger to the part sticking out and pressed it in, the light turned on. He pressed the bottom part again, and turned it off.
It seems that is how this contraption works. Mused Altair before turning towards the bed and pulling back the covers. He sat down and pulled his boots off, then pulled his top robe off, leaving him in simple attire. He than laid back into the bed and shut his eyes. He was pretty sure he wouldn't fall asleep a couple of minutes ago, due to the unknown surroundings, but he felt so tired now, and the bed was so comfortable. As reluctant as he was, he soon found himself falling asleep, the sounds of rain not disturbing him at all. His dreams on the other hand, did.
AN: ok chapter 4 is done :D i would very much like to thank the reviewer`s of the last chapter, you encourage me greatly to continue, and that means a lot :D
hopefully i can keep up with writing Altair in character (if i am that is), and i haven't planned on him doing anything out of character. probably the only thing that will be weird is when Connie, gets a little immature to say the least. that will be coming up shortly. and to let everyone know,(that is if theirs a lot of people reading this) that this story is not just them finding things to do... there are a lot of things to come. trust me. (i know Connie wouldn't though XD i will prove her wrong!) and as for the lack of anything happening really... I'm developing the characters damn it! XD i cant just start making them have lovely thoughts about each other, and all that jazz, certain stuff will bring them on liking terms. and then so on.
please review and let me know what you think, reviews mean a lot :3
