Hey! So I have had a LOT of fee time lately, so I managed to get this one up! Hurray for not wasting my time :D Enjoy the story!

-Shadow-wild


Chapter Seven

In which there is a chair, some rope and a girl.

Today was what Achilles considered our 'day off', considering our huge victory at the Boston harbor. Connor and I decided to head to New York and buy some supplies to fix the manor. Honestly, that place is about to crumble. We rode to the city in the carriage. New York didn't look that different than Boston; same old colonial city. When we arrived there Connor handed me a bag of coins.

"We should split up to buy the supplies we need, that way we will save time. Here" He handed me a piece of old parchment with minuscule writing on it.

"This is the list of things we need. There is a general store around the corner. Meet me here when you are done." He finished. I nodded as we parted ways. Looking down I read the list. The parchment felt so old and wrinkled, like it was kept in a desk for years.

"Ten planks of wood, 50 nails, 15 roof shingles.." I murmured, oblivious to the fact that pairs of eyes were watching me intently. I made my way to the general store. With an earsplitting creak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man sitting at the counter rapidly scribbling in a book.

"Um.. Ahem." I coughed. He didn't notice. He didn't even blink.

"Uh.. Ahem." I repeated. Again, no reaction. Son of a... I dropped the bag of gold on the counter. Instantly he looked up.
"What do you want?" He asked with a thick Irish accent.
"I need all these things on this list." I gave him the piece of paper.
"Hmm... I could these delivered to your home in an hour or so." He said while examining the list.
"You could just bring it to the nearby flagpole. I have a carraige parked there." I said as i exited the store. I returned to our meeting place, waiting for Connor to arrive. Ten minutes passed until I saw Connor approaching me. I waved and started to walk towards him. He smiled back. I was about to open my mouth when suddenly i felt something blunt slam against the back of my head. It all happened so fast. My knees buckled and a bag was forced over my head. I could hear Connor shout my name along with the clash of swords. The bag was tightened with a rope and I was half dragged and thrown into a carriage. I let out a little yelp as a bat was slammed into my head again, and I drifted into unconsciousness.


I woke up in a dark room made of stone. Across the cell was a small bucket. I tried to stand up, only to find that my hands and ankles were tied up and that I was sitting in a wooden chair. Looking around I saw a small window, which provided the most light in the small cell. I looked down and saw my clothes filled with holes. Cold air chilled the room as I shivered. Damn it, they took my jacket.

"Anna? Is that you?" and effeminate voice called to me.

"Who are you?"

"Anna! It's me Jane." she cried. Slowly I could make out her small figure, she was bound to a chair also, hiding in the shadows of the cell.

"What the hell? Where are we?!" The poor girl was covered in bruises and clothes of blood.

"I-I don't know. Men came into my home yelling for my father. He fought a few but." She gulped. It was like she was trying to remember a nightmare. She began to tear up. "They knocked me out, and brought me here. They asked me about things. Like things about men named Assassins and Templars." She whispered. Oh, shit. "They started hurting me, yelling for answers... They said my father, Clipper, was an Assassin. That can't be true! He's just a merchant.. he can't be!"

"Jane, look at me. Look at me!" I repeated.

"It's gonna be ok. I'll get you out of here." I said.

"P-please." She whimpered.

"Jane, I'll get you out of here. Everything is gonna be alright. We're gonna get through this" I told her. Truth be told, I wasn't sure if we would make it out alive if the Templars were involved. I fingered around in my back pocket, searching for a tiny blade I usually kept in there. Much to my dismay, the knife wasn't there.

"Ugh, damnit!" I said. Right at that moment four redcoats came in and began to drag Jane, and the chair, through the door and she screamed helplessly. A man stood next to me with a menacing sword and a cruel smile on his face. Another guard stood at the door.

"No, no NO! She's innocent! She's not an Assassin!" I faced the Templar next to me. "Please she's innocent! Let her go!" I shouted. I could only watch as Jane was dragged into another room, followed by her blood-curdling screams. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

"Don't you worry, we won't harm her." He said with a thick Irish accent. By the looks of his uniform he was an officer. He wore traditional redcoat uniform, only his hat looked like a giant budge of fur. He produced a knife and began to trace my lips with it. I turned my head away.

"Please take me instead! Please she's innocent. I'll do anything!" I pleaded. I couldn't let Jane die.

"Anything?" The Templar stood back and contemplated for a moment. Then he leaned down and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Tell me, what are the assassins planning?" He whispered. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"I don't know.." I mumbled, wiggling my hands. I'm not really sure what happened next. I felt my great escape me and my eyesight went blurry. Black stars danced across m vision. Only when I looked at the templar had I realized he just hit me. That familiar metallic, bitter taste flowed into my mouth.

"Oh so you don't know hmm? Like how you don't know how you murdered dozens of our men in Boston?! Or how you destroyed all of Johnson's merchandise?!" he bellowed.

"I ask you again, what. Are. The. Assassins. Planning." He said as he grit his teeth. I mustered all the saliva I had and spit on his face. He punched me again as I cried out in pain. Warm blood dribbled down my forehead.

"We thought your kind was dead. Exterminated. But no, we were wrong. We can't just have you running amok with your ranting about freedom." He said as he circled around me.

"I'm not an assassin!" I lied. I crumbled as I felt a boot collide with my chest.

"Don't lie to me wench! We have seen you with that assassin Connor, we have been watching you." He hissed.

"We wouldn't want another incident like Boston happening again." He continued. Unsheathing his sword he placed it dangerously close to my neck. Little droplets of blood stung my skin.

"Fuck... you." I stammered. He shook with rage. He untied my bounds and shoved me roughly on the stone floor. He took the musket from the redcoat and rammed into my forehead. I collapsed... again.


I woke up in the same prison cell with a pounding headache. It must of been a day since the Templars caught me. I stood up and looked around. There was the same redcoat guarding the door. The Irish Templar who interrogated me yesterday walked into the room and spoke to the redcoat.

"She doesn't know anything. Dispose of her. Make her death as painful as possible." The redcoat grinned at me maliciously as the Templar exited the room. With a swing he hit the musky butt on my back. Kicking my legs he forced me on the ground. He slammed my head into the stone wall as I cried out in agony. Tears stung my eyes. As I regained my balance I felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against my head. The musket was loaded and ready to blow my brains out.

"Please, don't do this" I pleaded raising my arms in surrender. I shut my eyes. At least I could be with my mom and dad again. I sent a silent 'hello' to my parents as I heard a gun being fired. But I felt no pain. I didn't feel the cold fingers of death reach for me, only a warm hand placed on my shoulder. Opening my eyes I saw a familiar face. Connor stood before me with a pistol in his hand. The redcoat who tried to kill me lay dead with a hole in his forehead.

"Oh my god Connor.." I managed to say. I immediately stood up and hugged him. He was hesitant at first, then he finally embraced me back. I let out a few tears into his shoulder. After a few extended seconds, he pulled away.

"Anna we have to leave, now." He said. Just as he said that I heard a loud explosion and the screams of redcoats.

"You didn't.." I asked. He didn't have time to answer before he pulled me out of the prison. We ran down a hall dodging redcoats. We kept running until I saw a room with a desk.

"Connor, wait!" I ran into the room. On the desk was my hoodie, hidden blade, knives and dagger. I strapped on all my weapons before leaving. We continued our escape until the redcoats and templars had caught up with us. We finally found an exit at the end on the long hall. Once outside we found that we had gotten to a balcony at the top of the building. Looking down I saw one tiny haystack.

"No, Connor, NO. It's like a 50 story drop!" I turned and saw the guards quickly gaining on us. One fired and the bullet barely missed my arm.

"Anna, we have too!" He grabbed me and pulled up onto the railing.

"It's suicide!" In an instant he jumped and performed a perfect Leap of Faith. I hesitated for a moment. It was either the redcoats or the haystack. I jumped and spread my arms out like an eagle. I fell for a few long seconds before i felt the impact of the hay against my chest. I scrambled out of the haystack and crashed into Connor. He smiled smugly.

"You're still alive." He said nonchalantly. Honestly, I felt like slapping him.

"Come on let's just go home." I said as I saddled my horse and we returned to the manor.


Sorry for the terrible ending :/ yeah, did you like it? Please leave a review and favorite/follow! So I've been meaning to ask, after I'm done with this story, should I do a sequel? Tell me in your reviews please :)

-Shadow-wild