The Hollister shop in Warsaw has finally opened, took lots of photos with the models there, and past part was that one of them was from German :D

So yeah, anyway, onto the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Jackie Walker


Chapter VI

Charles was right: William Johnson was already there, and in a room upstairs we were introduced. An older man, similarly attired to Charles but with a certain weariness to him, an experience that was etched into the lines of his face, he stood from studying maps to shake my hands.

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"Kanen'tó:kon."

"Yes, my friend."

"What brings you here? Is the village alright?"

"For now."

"What do you mean? What has happened?"

"Men came, claiming we had to leave. They say that the land was being sold and that the Confederacy had consented. We sent and envoy, but they would not listen."

"You must refuse!"

"We cannot oppose the sachem. But you are right as well. We cannot give up our home."

"You have a name? Do you know who is responsible?"

"He is called William Johnson."

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The floor creaked loudly when I entered my room. It made me wonder just how old this manor was. I really hope the rood isn't going to fall on top of me. Judging by my luck, it will most likely happen when I'm in deep sleep. I'm hard to wake up once I'm asleep.

I threw my Polaroid camera on the bed and took out the taken photos. The shots were clear and sharp. Satisfied I took out a pen and scribbled 'Day 29' on it and then put them safely into my journal.

Then I looked around a bit, and realized that I have absolutely nothing to do. Maybe I should go and annoy Achilles? Nah, I think the old man needs his rest. Helping Connor repairing the window? Bad idea, I'm a clumsy person. I'll just destroy the half manor. Go out and continue exploring? Yeah, sounds like a good idea.

I grabbed my iPod and camera and stuffed them into my bag, leaving my room. While walking down the stairs I saw Achilles and Connor talking to someone, so I slowed down my pace a bit and stopped next to Achilles. He glanced at me shortly and then turned his attention back to Connor.

Outside Connor was talking to another Native American. This time I was sure that he was a Native. A slight chubby one, might I add. Though what I found surprising was that his skin tone was far darker, or redder, than Connor's. Which I found odd.

"Sale? This is theft!" Connor yelled outrageous. I don't think it's necessary for me to say that he looked pissed off.

"Connor, take care." Achilles stepped in "These men are powerful."

I furrowed my eyebrows at what he said. "Did I miss something?"

Finally both Native acknowledged my appearance. Seeing as how I didn't get the first part of this whole drama, Connor explained: "William Johnson came to my people's land and claimed it as their own!" And then he looked at Achilles. "What would you have me do? I made a promise to my people."

The chubby Native supported that statement with a firm nod. And who the fuck is William Johnson?

Achilles let out a sigh in defeat, probably knowing Connor won't change his mind. "If you insist upon this course of action, seek out Sam Adams in Boston. He'll be able to help."

Sam Adams? I might have heard this name before.

Connor then extended out his hand. Without needing further words, the chubby guy handed him an axe. The assassin took it and with one swing buried it in the post of the manor.

"What have you done?!" Achilles screamed. Despite the fact that Connor only damaged the house further instead of repairing it, I had to grin amusedly. Though I was curious about why he did that.

"When my people go to war, a hatchet is buried into a post to signify its start. When the threat is ended, the hatchet is removed." Connor explained and pointed at the axe, and then both Native walked away.

"Sounds reasonable." I commented to rather no one "Still he could have used a tree, you know."

Achilles looked at me and nodded in agreement.

"Well, I'm off exploring. Bye!" I then said.

But before I could even take five steps, the elder man yelled after Connor: "Wait, Connor!" Said person stopped and turned around to look at him. "Take Charlie with you." Hearing that I also stopped dead track and turned around.

I can tell by the look from Connor and his buddy were throwing at me that they didn't like the idea at all. They probably didn't want a teenage girl with them while doing some man stuff. He opened his mouth to deliver an argument, but got cut off by his mentor quickly. "Remember what we discussed yesterday?"

No, I certainly don't remember. And I'm sure it was about me, they simply didn't think it was necessary to have me there.

Connor pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath of air. Then he gestured with his hand to me that I should follow him.

Still a bit dumfounded, I jogged to him and his friend and we three left the manor territory.

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"Connor, are you sure this is the right way?"

"Yes, I am sure."

"Because you know, this road totally doesn't look like it's leading us to civilization. Maybe your friend shouldn't have left us here."

"This is a shortcut we're taking."

"… You're going to lead us to our doom."

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"Wait Connor, no, what are you doing? The bear is charging at you, fucking run! No no no no, what are you doing, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CONNOR WHATEVER-YOUR-LAST-NAME-IS, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE KILL THAT ANIMAL! NO… you killed the bear."

"It was either the bear's life, or ours."

"… Fuck you."

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"When someone charged at you with a knife, you lift your arm up, like this, to block the attack."

"Okay…"

"And then you take your dagger and stab your attacker right here."

"… I what?"

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"One little, two little, three little Indians. Four little, five little, six little Indians. Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians. Ten little Indians boy."

"… Charlie."

"Oui oui mon ami?"

"Shut up."

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Right before we entered Boston, we made a small stop. Connor's friend has left us a long time ago (something about going back to report to the Clan Mother). Connor seemed a bit sad when he left, but of course he didn't voice that out loud. I for my part am a bit glad he finally left. Those two wouldn't stop talking in their native tongue, and it was driving me nuts not to know what they were saying. I'm sure that at one point they were talking about me, seeing as how his chubby friend looked at me and then pointed at his eye, looking at Connor for an explanation.

Other than that, we got attacked by a bear, Connor taught me few stuff about self defense and even gave me a small dagger. It's supposed to 'keep me safe', but to be honest, I only felt more insecure with me. Oh, and I'm sure Connor didn't enjoy my random singing time.

"When we get into Boston, I am going to meet Samuel Adams." Connor started.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."

"What are you going to do about your one eye?"

Well, hate to admit it, but he's got a good point there. If I go to Boston now, my two different eye colors will attract too much attention. Any hypothetically if I got into trouble, people will recognize me easily. Why weren't colored contact lenses invented yet?

"I'll just cover my one eye with my long bangs." I said and brushed some hair to my left eye.

Connor didn't seem all too convinced about this idea. "What if the wind blows your hair away?"

Then I'll most likely feel like I'm a top model. I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up dramatically. "People won't notice it from far away because my right eye is just a tiny little bit bluer than my green one!" I'm only saying this because being the ignorant 21st century person I am, I'll just assume that people in the 18th century didn't have the best eye sights because they had to work with little light in the dark and every child knows this is bad for the eyes. And I'm sure that not everyone could afford glasses.

Why did Achilles want to me to come along anyway? I jumped down from the fence I was sitting on, ready to follow Connor to enter Boston anno 1775

Just when my feet touched the muddy ground, the scenery around me changed into a tavern. I recognized it as the same tavern from the last vision. A man in his thirties (I think, I'm not good at age guessing) was sitting on a table. He had black-brown hair and a full-beard. I noted that he was dressed in a rather fancy way. It seemed like he didn't even know I was standing there, so I tried to take a step forward, but then everything changed back to reality.

I closed my eyes to stop the dizzy feeling, and then opened them again. Connor was already far ahead of me. I had to run to keep up with him. Bastard couldn't even wait for me.

He's going to have a hard time to find a girlfriend.

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"We're looking for… Sam Adams?" I asked as we walked through Boston's crowded streets.

"Yes."

"Because…?"

"He could help me to locate William Johnson." Connor explained and rudely pushed some people out of his way.

As far as I know, I think William Johnson was that guy who sold the land Connor's village was away. Speaking of him, he pushed another person. The man let out a cry, and then shouted some colorful words after us, while I felt a bit embarrassed about this whole situation. It is me who's following the Assassin after all.

By the way, even though I have my one eye covered, I was still attracting lots of unwanted stares. Men and women pointed and my clothes and whispered loudly in an obvious way, some riches bitched simply let out a nasty laugh. Year, I shouldn't have wear me jeans and CONVERSE shoes.

After an hour of searching our target Connor finally spotted Sam Adams talking to some other people. I didn't know what they were talking about, but from away it already looked like they were having an important conversation.

We approached those guys. One man was babbling something about 'tories' or whatever. The other one listened, nodded here and there and then saw Connor stalking to him.

"Ah, Connor. Hello again." He greeted him. Must be Sam Adams. "And I see, you have brought a young lady with you."

Sam Adams extended out a hand. I took it, prepared to shake it. Instead, Adams lifted it up to his lips and kissed it lightly. "Samuel Adams, Miss."

A bit taken aback from the sudden hand kiss, I stuttered: "Uh, Charlie Allen," After a few seconds of thinking I added, "sir."

Adams let go of my hand and I quickly took it back and wiped of my hand behind my back. Connor saw that, but thankfully didn't comment on it.

Sam turned his attention back to Connor. "What brings you to Boston?"

"You." The Native American answered promptly.

Sam Adams nodded in understanding and then turned around to say some things to his mates. Meanwhile Connor pulled me aside to talk to me alone. He took out a small porch form his magical hidden pocket and handed it to me. Hesitantly I took it. It was a bit heavy and it sounded like coins were inside them. I looked up to Connor and raised an eyebrow.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Shopping." He deadpanned.

"Shopping?" I repeated incredulously.

"You are supposed to buy supplies for the broken window."

"Oh okay, the broken window, got it." I laughed awkwardly. For a while I thought he meant clothes shopping and stuff like that. But it's for the repair. Wait, if he was the one who broke it, why do I have to get the supplies? And then another thing popped into my mind. "I don't know where to buy the supplies."

"You will find the right store. It is not very hard." He shrugged off my problem.

I twitched my one eye. He's not serious, is he? I tried to get a better view of his face, which was a bit hard since the hood covered half of his face. But he sounded serious. His tone basically left no room for arguments.

I sighed in defeat. "Fine, okay. I'll go shopping now."

Satisfied, Connor advised: "Don't cause any troubles and stay away from the Redcoats."

"Will try." Can't promise you anything though.

Connor then turned to Sam Adams and both men walked away, doing their business talks, while I was left alone to do some supply shopping.

It's my first time in Boston and I'm already on my own. And suddenly I felt all alone in this big foreign world.

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"Thank you. That conversation was about to turn unpleasant."

"… You are welcome."

"Where is the young lady?"

"I send her away to buy supplies for a broken window."

"Alone? Boston is a dangerous town, especially for those who are here for the first time. Do you remember your first time here?"

"Yes, and I have learned a lot from that experience."

"So you are teaching Miss Allen how to navigate through a big town on her own?"

"It is better than bring her along with us now."

"May I ask why?"

"It is safer this way for her."

"If you say so. But I doubt it is any safer, now that she is all on her own."

"… She will be fine."

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"I was hoping you could help me locate William Johnson."

"Of course. I'm headed to a meeting with some men who should be able to help. Why don't you come along? It's good to see the people finally taking a stand against injustice…"

"Says the man who owns a slave."

"Who, Surry? I practice what I preach, my friend. She's not a slave, but a freed woman… At least on paper. Men's mind are not so easily turned. It is a tragedy that for all our progress, still we cling to such barbarism."

"Then speak out against it."

"We must focus first on defending our rights. When this is done, we'll have the luxury of addressing these other matters."

"You speak as though your condition is equal to that of the slaves. It is not."

"Tell that to my neighbor- who was compelled to quarter British troops. Or to my friend who's store was closed because he displease the Crown. The people here are no freer the Surry."

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I made my way through the people, carefully not to get pushed around. It was hard to move around freely. I've put the money safely way in my bag, in case someone decides to 'accidentally' bump into me and then steal the money.

Now, allow me to take your time by explaining why it's actually totally not worth doing something that someone else was responsible for. In this case, it would be the broken window case. Your feet will start to hurt from all the walking, a small headache will form in your head due all the people shouting and yelling at the same time. As a small bonus, you'll get the feeling you won't be able to breathe fresh air for the next few months. In Boston 2012 the air smells like automobile exhaust and pollution (at least I think so; I've never been to Boston before). You might think that at least few centuries back the air would be much cleaner.

Guess what, that's not the case. In Boston 1773, the air smelled like horse shit, alcohol and cheap perfumes coming from some prostitutes. And on top of this all, it's freaking winter! And you are sure to be left alone in big city by the only guy you know because that person is a complete BITCH.

Or rather, that's what I thought when I randomly turned left, kicked a stone out of my way. I ended up in a place that looked like a market. Carriages were standing there with all sorts of fruits and vegetables. There was evens someone who sold tea. And it looked like it was selling pretty well.

The British and their teas. No wait, those are the colonists. Eh, whatever.

Making sure to avoid eye contacts with the Redcoats standing there I maneuvers my way through the people to get to the other side of this place. Just so you know, I have absolutely no idea there the fuck I am, or where I should go. It also occurred me that Connor didn't even tell me where I should find him when I'm done with shopping. And then something popped into my mind I'd rather not think about.

What if Connor purposely didn't tell me where I could find him, and he gave me the money and dagger so I could at least try to survive on my own? Maybe that's what Achilles meant this morning with 'remember what we discussed'. It was to finally get rid of me.

I felt how a lump in my throat, but I tried to ignore it. I should go somewhere with not so many people, and then cry my eyes out. I believe I have every reason to do that. I picked up my pace and then started to run. I didn't know why I was running. Perhaps it made me feel slightly better, or perhaps it was because it felt like I could run away from my problems and fears.

Unfortunately I didn't pay much attention to where I was running, so I collided into a couple. The man holding a wine bottle in his hand managed to step aside in time, the woman though not, thus we both tumbled down onto the ground.

She let out a high shriek, which made my ears bleed. "Watch where you're going, you tramp!"

"Sorry…" I mumbled under my breath, getting up from the ground.

The man helped the woman up by grabbing her upper arm. I then realized that this woman in fact was a prostitute. The way she smelled and dressed just told me everything. I'm not even going into the details about the love bites across her neck. The man didn't look much better either. He smelled like sweat and alcohol.

It seemed like she wasn't satisfied with my apology. The woman drew her hand back quickly and before I could even realize what was going on, she slapped me across the face. Or rather, scratched me, because when I hold my slapped face I could feel a blood coming out from the wound.

"Hey hey, wot are you doin'? Don't destroy such a pretty face now." The man said in a slurry voice and grabbed the hand of the woman "There's still somewhere we want to be." He then put his arm around her waist and lead her away, but not before looking back at me and giving me a wink.

I simply flipped him the bird and then quickly walked away. The scratches stung a bit, but it wasn't something that wouldn't heal. I had worse. What upset me more was that I got slapped by a whore, on my first day in Boston, alone.

I hate Connor. This is all his fault. Somehow.

I want to go home. Badly. I want to wake up in my comfortable bed with my giant Pikachu plushy next to me, by the sound of Austin playing his Heavy Metal loudly. I want to eat lots of unhealthy food, from McDonald's to a Shawarma joint. And most importantly, I simply want a hug. A big tight bear hug.

I wasn't watching where I was going since I had my head lowered down to the ground and kept staring at my feet. I should have known better, after what just happened few minutes ago. Well, at least this time when I bumped into someone again I didn't fell on my butt.

"Oi, watch where you're going!" The person chastised me. A French accent could be heard out.

Not having the strength to form a proper word, I lifted up my head and gave him a nod, so that at least he knows I understood what he said. The person in front of me was holding a kitchen knife, and his clothes were covered in blood a bit. A butcher maybe?

"Bon." He said and then took a closer look on me. His eyes then widened in shock. Pointing at my face and eyes, he inquired: "Mon dieu, who did this to you? And what happened to your eyes?" Yeah, definitely French.

Instead of saying 'I'm fine' or 'I'm alright', I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. So I started to cry.

Taken aback by my sudden emotional breakdown, the man patted my shoulders and tried to comfort me: "Non non, don't cry. Come let us clean those scratched first and then you tell me what happened, oui?"

Cleaning the tears with my sleeve, I nodded at his proposal and gave him a thankful smile.

Right now I didn't care that I was basically trusting a complete stranger, I just needed some comfort.


points for those who can guess which templar made a 'guest' appereance here even though he was supposed to come much later :)

NinjaxSketchartx: I explain it this way that there is still some part in her that believe everything around her is not real et cetera, basically she's still having a hard time accepting everything :P (psychology is so not my thing) yeah, I know, but Charlie won't use the sword until much later, I think ;P i thought about the thing with the sword because I really don't wannat keep writing her as a damsel in distress when things starts to get a little bit too violent for her, but still I think she might need some lesson from Connor xD I'll try to make it realistic as possible in case she kills someone :)

ShadowStarlight: I mean, what harm could happen when you're with an assassin ;)

derp: thank you very much :)

MorWolfMor: meh, not sure if things are going to turn out good for her :P thanks for reading and enjoying it :D