*Hides behind chair* I made Connor a bit of a douchebag in the middle of this chapter, DON'T HATE ME, PLEASE.
I don't really like this one, it's a little bit longer than usual and A LOT more emotional. I suck at those scenes.
Please tell me what you think about emotional Lucy!
Also, you get to know her past... *smirk*
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This is a long Author's Note. But oh well.
I still don't own Assassin's Creed! Damnit!
Connor silently walked the streets of Boston, his hood shadowing most parts of his face, making it almost impossible for people to recognize him. He had not heard a word from Haytham for a while, and he started to get impatient and suspicious. Had his father just forgotten or did he not care anymore? Connor sighed, annoyed as he was. He glanced over the area he was in. He was standing in the middle of a wide street, close to the harbor. A grey coat and a three-pointed hat in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned around and saw her. She was sitting on a bench, discreetly watching him. He slowly walked over, sat down next to her and turned his gaze forward. He heard a soft chuckle coming from her and he snorted.
"I said you were heading to the frontier." He said without looking at her. He felt her warm breath brush against his cheek when she leaned in to answer him.
"I lied, big brother." Connor winced and Lucy chuckled and continued.
"I know where Church might be." He looked at her, and she grinned at the sudden intrest.
"I've tracked him down to an old warehouse not to far from here. We should be able to get there undetected by the rooftops." Lucy looked up at her brother who was constantly listening and nodded for her to continue. She turned away, not feeling to comfortable with him being so close.
"Meet me here after dusk, it's easier to move by night." She stood up, put her hand on the tip of her hat, nodded and strode away, into the crowd.
Several hours later, when the sun had been replaced with the crescent moon, she arrived once again to the bench. Her white-dressed brother was already there, sitting down with his elbows on his knees, staring down into the pavement. She silently moved closer and cleared her throat. Connor immedietly looked up at her and she smiled back at him.
"Shall we be off, dear brother?" Her innocent smile turned into a smirk and Connor snorted as he slowly rose from the bench.
They were equally fast on the roofs, and they got to their destination faster then calculated. Lucy climbed down inte the alley facing the warehouse, holding up a hand at Connor, signaling him to wait.
"It seems we have two options." She put her hands behind her back and turned around, facing her brother. "We either get you a disguise, or we kill them and hide the bodies." As Connor opened his mouth, about to say he was going for the first option, Lucy cut him off by unsheating her Hidden Blade. He flinched, carefully watching her movements.
"Killing them would save us time." She smirked, waiting for his response. He silently shook his head and glared at her.
"That would be wrong, they have not done anything." Her smile faded at his words, and she turned around, her Blade still unsheated.
"There are some things that must be done, even if it's wrong." She walked out of the alleyway, up to the guards and before Connor could even react to her words, he heard a loud scream and the sound of metal colliding. He rushed out and found both guards lying on the ground, surrounded by pools of their own blood. He furiously looked up at his sister as she brushed of the blood that had stained her knifes on the clothes of the dead guards. She met his gaze and just as he tought she was going to give him one of her disgusting grins, she let out a sad smile as she stood up. She gestured at the door and almost whispered,
"After you, brother." He didn't even look at Lucy as he walked past her and entered the warehouse.
Lucy knelt in front of the door and inspected the lock carefully. This would be tricky one, but nothing she couldn't handle. She started working on the lock, slowly, taking her time to do it right.
"Who is your mother?" She glanced up at Connor when she heard his voice.
"You don't care anyway." She turned her focus to the lock again.
"You are correct. I do not. Since I do not want to know who my father left my mother and got married with." He snorted. He didn't see Lucy's fist launching at him before it hit his jaw. Hard. Connor stumbled back and leaned against some barrels behind him. He looked up and met his sister's furious gaze.
"You know nothing about my mother." She spit next to him and continued.
"You want to know what happened? Do you? You were lucky Connor. You got raised by your mother. I saw mine get killed in front of me by my own damn father!" Connor flinched at her words and she nodded, still pissed.
"You got involved in this war at fifteen, right? You had a choice, you could just walk away!" She pointed at herself and leaned a bit forward.
"Do you think I had a choice? Do you seriously think I could just say no? Or do you think I could choose side?" She shook her head and let out a sad laugh.
"Not a bloody chance. Not if you're the daughter of the Grand Master of the Templar order." She turned around and put her hands behind her back. She let out a heavy sigh.
"I started my training at an age of five." She turned around again. "I was five, and I was in training to become the next master of the Templars in the British Colonies of America." Connor hadn't made a sound during the whole story, and he was now staring at her sister. Her angry face was replaced by a sad expression. Her eyes was tearing up and she took a deep breath.
"She was an Assassin. A british one, trying to stop the Templars progress in the Colonies." Lucy held up a finger as she stoppped.
"She made one mistake, however. She fell in love. My mother had absolutely no clue that she fell in love with a Templar. She found out too late. I was already born by then, and when she tried to escape with me, he killed her." Her lower lip was shaking and a silent tear was falling from the outer corner of her eye. "He killed her, and dumped her body into the river."
Her legs gave away under her and she sat down on the floor with tears streaming down her face as she looked down at the ground. She heard Connor kneel next to her and she winced when he placed his hand on her shoulder. She glanced up to him. He gave her a sad expression and she wrapped her arms around him, taking him by surprise. She cried into her big brother's chest as he slowly, insecure put her arms around her body. She felt so little, so vulnerable in his embrace. Lucy gave him a last squeeze as she let him go and stood up. Her face was still red and teary. She smiled down at him and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, giving her a beginning to a smile. He rose next to her as she opened the door. He flinched when he realized what he had just done. He hugged somebody, and not to mention, a Templar. He sighed thinking about what Achilles would yell at him when he arrived home as he followed Lucy. Suddenly she turned around and took a breath.
"Can I come with you to your home, Connor?"
Connor almost smiled, and he hugged her. Yes, that is a bit ooc of him, but I like it. *evil smirk*
