Hey so chapters up! Didn't end the way I expected it to but still liked it. Please R&R no flames please!

Translations:

Puta = whore or bitch

Alma= soul

Senhora= Lady or miss

ele é um puta= he's a whore

"How did you know we were coming?" Letha hissed at the man whose leg was against her knife.

"Go to hell whore." The man's British accent rang in her ears, as he defiantly shut his mouth. Letha faked a sadistic smile as she stabbed down into the Templar's thigh, his screams ringing in her ears.

"How did you know we were coming?" She asked again, twisting the knife as she spoke. The Templar bit down on his lip to suppress his screaming, before opening his mouth in what Letha thought would be an answer. Instead, a glob of spit landed on her eye and dripped down her face. Using her free arm she wiped it away quickly. "It's ironic how you spit on me, while you raped and murdered little children." Letha's voice was low and murderous, she felt murderous, she didn't just want to kill this man she wanted to make it painful.

Taking out a throwing knife while locking eyes with the Templar, that was her new tactic, intimidation. Letha could see it in his eyes that he was scared, scared and in pain, looks like he's about to feel a hell of a lot worse, she thought to herself. In one swift motion she stabbed the blade into the side of the man's knee, right under his kneecap and pulled the blade up. The screams that ensued afterwards were so bad Connor came out from one of the houses to make sure everything was alright. He walked over to her and stood outside the puddle of blood, that the man lay in.

"Is he dead?" Connor asked, trying to examine him from outside the puddle. Letha sighed and shook her head.

"No he just passed out from the pain, he'll talk once he wakes up."

"And when will that be?" Connor demanded impatiently.

"Right about now," Letha assured him, while taking out smelling salts to wake up the Templar. She was right as well, when the man woke up he was gasping, his skin was paler than before. To Letha he looked like death.

"Tell me how you knew and I will let her torture you anymore." Connor offered the man. Letha twirled the knife between her fingers and smiled sadistically again, she didn't think it was possible for the man to pale more than he did.

Gasping for air he blurted out, "we had spies watching the houses."

"Give us names." Letha hissed, holding the knife at the base of his other uninjured kneecap. The man started to sob at the aspect of her mutilating his other knee, he tried answering but the fear of pain kept him from being able to talk properly. "If you keep sobbing I rip it open just for the fun of it." Out of the corner of her eye Letha saw Connor's look of disapproval but he didn't reprimand her in front of the Templar. I'm going to get it at home, she thought.

"Jack B-Burk and H-Harry Miles, those a-are the men." The Templar coughed to them. "Kill me, kill me please." He begged, looking in between her and Connor. Her nose wrinkled up at the pitiful sight below her, here was a Templar soldier who had either raped and killed children or allowed his men to do it. She didn't even want to think of the other atrocities done and carried out under this mans orders.

Letha grabbed Connor's arm to pull him to the side, he wrenched it out of her grip. "Sorry, forgot you don't like being touched on the job," Letha rolled her eyes as she mocked him and motioned him over. "I say we leave him like this." The look Connor gave her made her instantly regret her words, but still didn't back down on her decision. She watched Connor turn around and throw his ax, it embed itself into the man's chest cavity, Connor grabbed his ax out of the man's chest. Then walk past her, shouldering her as he did. Letha was knocked off balance by his slight push and would have fallen had she not balanced herself.

To be frank Letha was pissed off, pissed off at Connor Kenway. The man who had mood swings worse than a woman on her blood week. The man that constantly was either nice to her or pushing her away, the man who if she was captured would probably leave her to die if she upset him before hand. Letha spun on her heel towards her horse, which was alone. It dawned on her that Connor had left her to travel to the cave alone. She put her face in her hands and huffed angrily. Before mounting her horse and starting off in the direction she assumed the cave was in.

After getting lost numerous times and killing a couple of rabbits Letha finally made it back to the cave to find a sleeping Connor Kenway. She threw the dead rabbits at him, jolting him awake before sliding off of Noite's back and leading him to a patch of green grass. When she turned around Connor was directly behind her, she went to shoulder past him when he grabbed her arms and kept her still.

His grip on her hurt slightly but all she could think about was the irony of the situation. She could barely touch him without him getting annoyed but he could put his hands on her whenever he wanted, no that wasn't how it was going to work with her. "Let go of me, Connor." Letha's voice was a threatening hiss, his fingers tightened on her arms in response, and then he lifted his head and met her eyes. While he was distracted she kicked him in the shin and placed her knee against his crotch, he let go immediately and backed off.

Letha looked at him and waited, she wanted an apology and from his awkward stance he knew she wanted it as well. She with her arms crossed waited, glaring at him from under her hood as she did, finally she watched him start to open his mouth. "I'm sorry for leaving you." For the first time since she had tortured the man Letha gave Connor a smile, a real smile. She started walking up to him and Connor must have thought she was going in for a hug because he opened his arms slightly and shifted awkwardly.

Instead of hugging him though, Letha cheekily ducked under his grasp and kicked him gently in the upper thigh. Walking towards the fire and sitting down, she started to skin the rabbits and roast the meat so she and Connor could eat.

When it finally turned dark and her stomach was full only then did Letha let the day's events process in her head. She remembered the mangled bodies of the children and thought of the countless others she hadn't seen, the ones she was glad she hadn't seen. Does being an assassin mean I will be subjected to these horrors on a daily basis? If it does, I don't know if I will be able to take it. She turned towards Connor who was leaning against the wall looking into the fire. I bet we are thinking the same thing, she thought to herself, I wonder how he handles all of this, I wonder how with all he has seen, how can he possibly still be so human, so alive.

"How are you still so human?" Letha whispered, Connor looked at her almost unsure if she was truly talking to him. She nodded encouragingly as she waited for his answer.

"What do you mean by 'still so human?'" He asked. Letha put her hands under her chin as she tried to figure out a way to explain in words he would understand.

"With what I saw today, it makes it difficult to not lose your, alma, how do you say it in English," Letha concentrated by closing her eyes and tapping her fingers on her temples before remembering, "Your soul, how do you still have a soul?"

Now it was Connor's turn to think, and think he did, Letha patiently waited for a few minutes as he thought. "I just remember shit like this, it happens and I am not going to be able to save everyone, I can not save everyone. I used to think I could do it all alone it weakened me. My soul is weakened, it is bruised and battered but it keeps fighting so I can keep fighting. It is not in my blood to give up, being an assassin is a hard path to choose, even harder when you are thrust into this life. It takes so much from you, but if you let it, it will give back much as well." Letha thought about everything he said and remembered it, analyzing it carefully within her own mind.

"I am also sorry I killed him." Letha looked at Connor confused, she didn't understand. "The Templar, I should have left him to be eaten by the wolves in the forest, we should have let him suffer." It was Letha's turn to shake her head and give him a small smile.

"No Connor, I should apologize. You were right in killing him, if we had left him there we would be no better off, it would just have taken a piece of us away. Thank you for being stronger than I…" She murmured as she fell asleep, and if she had stayed awake a moment longer she might have seen Connor Kenway really smile.
Why is it already morning, Letha asked herself, as she attempted to block the sun from her vision using her hood. I just want to sleep for five more minutes. Just as she started to drift off again a gentle touch on her arm jolted her back into reality. Looking up from her curled up position on the ground she could see Connor poking her with his booted foot, she waved at him, showing she was awake. This was met with another poke on the ribs, Letha glared daggers at the man in front of her.

"Connor, I will take you down if you poke me again." Letha murmured, attempting to sound threatening in her sleep deprived state.

"You would not be able to." He retorted, running a hand over the shaved part of his head. Letha was able to examine him from her position, in the morning light Connor was really quite a striking figure, he was exotic, different. She forced herself to ignore this and get up, knowing they needed to get back to the house by nightfall to inform the other assassins of what was going on. When Letha got up and started to stretch she caught Connor looking at her, she ignored this and continued stretching. When she looked up again, Letha noticed he was still staring.

"What?" Letha grunted.

"What is it you are doing? I have never seen it before." Connor confessed. Letha smiled at him and replied quickly.

"It's called stretching and when we get back to the house I'll tell you more about it, it's something I picked up during my training."

"Thank you," Connor added as he started to walk towards his horse Miika. "Now come on, we do not have time to talk." Letha nodded her head as she ran up to Noite and jumped on him, looking at Connor and nodding when she was ready to go. Then they took off down the path, Letha admired the forest scenery and all the green. They had barely gone a few miles when they came across a group harassing a woman trader, Letha stopped and looked at Connor waiting to see what they would do. When her patience was met with silence Letha decided for them.

"Pick them off with your bow, I'll go in and take out the leader." Letha decided quickly as she ran towards the men before Dax could convince her otherwise. She heard the arrows wiz past her ear and embed themselves in some of the bandits. The first man she took out didn't even see her coming. By the time they noticed her five bandits were already dead. "Let go of the trader and I'll let you live."

The musket ball that just missed her ear let her know the offer had been declined. Your funeral, was her last thought as she threw herself into the mass of bandits. From what she could see right now there were at least six against her, the odds weren't in her favor at the moment.

Letha took out her short swords and slid on her knees past two bandits before stabbing them both in the back. As she felt their spinal cords snap she internally winced, knowing she had paralyzed not killed them. Another arrow from Connor finished the third man off, not wanting to be outdone Letha took out two throwing knives with her right hand and threw them both. The knives embedded themselves in the throats of her targets, she walked towards them and ripped them out of the dead men's throats. The last man in front of her was the leader who started to back up, the fear on his face apparent. She killed him quickly with a slash on the throat from her hidden blade. With a smirk on her face Letha walked towards the trader the bandits had been harassing.

"Senhora, are you alright?" Letha questioned. The veiled woman nodded her head, and she lifted the veil slowly, revealing a very young woman with auburn hair and freckles. She looked to young to be a trader to Letha, but I guess I look to young to be an assassin. Letha looked at the woman and took in how different she was from the muscular form of Letha's body. This woman had soft curves and her hands looked unused for the tasks Letha's were used to doing. It didn't help when Connor came up after collecting his arrows and stopped short at the sight of the woman in front of him.

Observing the looks between the two Letha noted that somehow they knew each other, judging from the smirk and glances to the woman's boobs, Letha was guessing she was Connor's whore. Feeling the bile and disgust come up in her throat, Letha judged the young woman, Letha knew she could never be someone's bitch, it made her sick thinking of another woman being one.

"I'm going to get Noite," Letha muttered, her green coat tails trailing behind her, trailing blood she walked. Letha didn't know why but this woman irked her, irked her in a way she never expected. Letha tried to ignore the feeling at seeing Connor pull the woman close to him, she tried to not think of ways to murder her as his arms snaked around the whore's waist. Eventually she just jumped onto Noite and rode past Connor and the woman, ignoring Connor's protests for her to wait she continued on her own.

"Puta, ele é um puta" Letha cursed to herself in Portuguese as she rode, she hated the way Connor did this to her. Acted like he didn't care about her one little bit. Funny thing is, earlier that month he thought she had been sleeping with a male whore. Well, he hadn't said sleeping, Connor had used the term fucking. He had run up to her room and shut the door before he started screaming.

"If it's true I'm going to rip him limb from limb, first go his balls, then his…" The rant had continued on for another five minutes all of which Letha ignored. And why did he threaten it? His excuse was that she didn't need a man because it would cloud her judgment. Only after she swore to him she wasn't fucking anyone had he visibly relaxed and left her room.

Letha thought about all the men she had missed that could have given her pleasure in life, pleasure of company, and as she thought it her cheeks turned pink, pleasure in warming her bed. She was jolted from her thoughts when suddenly she heard the hard breathing of a horse coming onto her right side. Not bothering to look and just assuming it was Connor she began mocking him. "What did your little bitch not want you anymore?" When she turned her head though, she saw only the pretty trades woman clutching her blood stained side. "What the fuck happened? Where's Connor?" Letha yelled, as the young woman started to slip from her horse. Throwing herself off her own saddle she caught the dying young woman in her arms as she tried to keep her alive long enough to answer the question.

"More..." Cough. "Men…" Letha watched the woman gasp for air as she took deep breathes, trying to speak. "On-one was w-wearing a hood." The young woman's pretty brown eyes fluttered shut for the last time as Letha lay her down to rest peacefully on the side of the road.

"I'm sorry you were brought into this." Letha whispered, her heart hard as she looked down at the cooling young woman who lay dead before her. Kissing an auburn brow, before walking back towards Noite who was nickering for her to get on and ride. "But right now I'm going to find my partner."

Connor woke up to his wrists feeling raw and the frantic feeling of being trapped, considering the prison cell was smaller than average he could barely take it. He just kept his head down and tried not to imagine the black concrete walls closing in on him as he sat there pitifully with his hands and ankles tied. The aching stinging pain in his leg did help keep his nightmares at bay since the wound on his thigh was constantly rubbing against his pants fabric. His head was also throbbing, and from the sticky wet feeling on the side of his face he was pretty he was bleeding from his head.

He thought about Letha and wondered if she was stuck in this shit hole as well or if she had escaped notice. Connor then thought about Scarlett, the first woman he had ever trusted with his body, actually the only woman he had ever trusted with his body. Connor tried to stop the tears from falling as he remembered being hit on the head but still being concise to watch them stab her through the stomach. He was unable to call out for her after she fell, he could do nothing but watch her lay gasping and try to crawl towards a horse.

Connor wiped his eyes with the back of his tied hands and forced himself to look around the cell. It was small and it had metal doors that let little light filter through, not much but just enough to illuminate the rest of the cell. This cell had nothing that an assassin could use to break out, it was specially built to hold assassins. I must have been captured by a Templar, bandits wouldn't have kept me alive or had an assassin proof cell, Connor realized and he leaned against the cell wall. His thoughts strayed to the green hooded blonde assassin who probably had no idea he had even been captured. How could she? Letha had left him after meeting the woman he slept with.

Connor didn't understand the she-devil, that was exactly what Letha was, a she-devil. She hated him one minute, insulted him the next, then asked him personal questions, and looked for his approval on all tasks. She was driving him mad and it didn't help that she was starting to become an extremely strong assassin and if he was honest, a close friend. If she does manage to figure out what happened and bring an army, I might be able to get out of this alive. All of a sudden a group of men arrived in front of his cell, all wearing Templar rings, they grinned wickedly at him and the only thought running through his head was. Letha you bastard, I need you.