like i said, battle scenes aren't my thing :P

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Charlie Allen


Chapter VIII

Dunkel war's, der Mond schien helle.

It was dark, the moon shone brightly. That German poem crossed my mind while I stood on what I think was a cargo ship. The cargos were the boxes filled with tea. Well, actually it wasn't just one ship, it were three ships. Three ships filled with teas, waiting to be dumped into the sea.

Welcome to the Boston Tea Party. The Mad Assassin aka Connor Kenway was discussing important matters with the March hare Sam Adams, the sleepy Dormouse Stephane Chapheu and William Molineux. Of course Alice aka me wasn't officially invited to the party. I just simply happen to pass by it, you know.

"Dammit! More guards!" A slightly distraught Sam Adams cursed, as a wave of men wearing red coats came running to the docks, armed with muskets.

I didn't know those guns were called muskets until few minutes ago.

A slightly nervous William Molineux suggested: "We need to turn the crowd's anger to our advantage." You don't say. But the question was, how?

Stephane, holding his beloved kitchen knife, turned to Connor and swore: "Say the word Connor and I will make it so!"

All three of them stood there battle ready, while I stood there rather awkwardly, and out of the picture, listening to their conversation, having absolutely no clue what I'm supposed to do. I really don't want to interrupt them now, seeing as what's going to happen as an important part of the American history.

Funny how I never learned anything about American but knew about the Boston Tea Party. Well okay, I wasn't hundred percent sure what exactly happened, but I'm going to find it out soon.

Connor gave the signal to start the tea party and/or to attack the guards. Adams, Molineux and Chapheu all leaped into the battle, slashing and killing the British soldiers. Soon they were joined by another guy. I've probably seen him somewhere before, I think.

"Your mission is to throw the crates into the water!" Connor told me before taking a rope and swinging to the Redcoats, trying to stop them from entering the ship. He didn't even give me time to ask some questions or give me a proper explanation, so I had to comply with it.

And what the hell, 'your mission'?! Like seriously, I'm not James Bond or the Black Widow, for the matter. He could have just said 'throw the crater into the water while dodging some bullets. I guarantee you, you'll have the time of your life', that would have totally sufficed.

I glanced at Connor the last time before turning around and walking to the third ship with the tea cargos. Since there was only one way to get on the ship, and Connor was basically guarding the entry, I concluded that it was the safest for me to be on the furthest away ship. If the soldiers would somehow make it on board, they'd still need some time to get here where I was. And I certainly hope that until then I can run away or at least jump into the water. Although that won't be a good idea since it's winter and the water would most likely be cold.

When I reached the last ship, there was already someone who started to dump the boxes into the water. I recognized him as that dude who Sam Adams was talking to this morning.

I lifted up a box and threw it over the railing. A loud splash told me that it successfully landed into the water, so I went to the next box. They were way lighter than I imagined they would be. I'd expected something that weighed ten kilograms or more, but I didn't have all too much trouble lifting them up.

After the fifth box I looked over to the first ship to check the situation there. Hm, the crowd was trying to keep the coming Redcoats in bay, so was Connor, and the others were dumping tea. Okay, back to work.

Later, when I lost count of how many boxes I've dumped I decided to another check round. Much to my disappointment, me and that guy (whose name I still haven't gotten) weren't even halfway done with the crates.

"We still have much to do." The guy commented, seeing as I was eyeing the cargos with hate and annoyance.

"I can see that." I replied unimpressed, lifted up another box and threw it into the sea.

You know, when I think about it, it's actually a pretty good work-out method. Lifting up things, walking and then throwing them away. Do that several hundred times and you'll have your dream body in a short time. On top of that, it's for free! Just make sure you don't die in the process.

The man also lifted up another box and we both walked to the railing. "I believe we haven't been introduced to each other yet.

I raised an eyebrow at that statement. Dude, we're in the middle of the Boston Tea Party, dumping caters against the time, and all you're worried about was that we haven't talked to each other yet? Can't this like, wait until the end?

"Nope, no." I said. Splash, and the boy began to sink, coloring the seawater brown under the moonlight.

"Well then, allow me to introduce myself." The guy said. "My name is Paul Revere, miss."

Paul Revere? Sounds like an important person. But I bet every person I've met so far are important.

"Charlie Allen."

I did another check round and looked over to Connor and the others.

Well, shit.

Some Redcoats managed to escape the evil wrath of Connor and are currently on their way toward us.

"Uh, hate to sound like a damsel in distress right now," I called out for Revere "but I think we are getting some visitors."

Paul looked into the direction I pointed out, an annoyed frown visible on his face. He then took out his sword and got into a battle stance. The first solider came, leaping at him with that sharp thing on the musket, but Revered managed to reflect it. It was not his turn to attack.

I stood there dumbly for a few seconds, watching how he graciously used the sword to fight, wishing I could do it too. But then I remembered the sword which was apparently mine, with the stupid note, and quickly shook off that thought. Using a sword might look cool, but I have no intention to carry it around with me everywhere, and especially using it to injure someone. I'm way too chicken for that. I even feel bad when I kill a fly.

Strangely none of the Redcoats made a move to attack me. I found that a bit odd, but didn't mind it though. Maybe it was because I was a girl and they don't feel like fighting me. Or maybe I'm just not worth their time.

Finally I threw the last crate on this ship over board. Paul Revere also managed to eliminate all the Redcoats, more or less, with a little help from Connor. Both were now standing in the middle of a sea of corpse. I carefully walked toward them, avoiding to step on the dead bodies.

What did George Orwell wrote in that one essay of his? Right, 'Never tell me, by the way, that the dead look peaceful. Most of the corpses I have seen looked devilish'. Truest story ever.

William, Stephane and Sam soon joined us, congratulating and getting excited about what they have accomplished so far. Connor wasn't taking part on it though. His eyes were rather fixed on something else that was apparently in front of him. I followed his gaze and saw three men standing there, looking pissed off.

Taking a wild guess, I asked Connor in a whisper tone, making sure the others didn't hear anything: "Are those… The Templars?"

Connor nodded stiffly.

"We've done it!" Sam cheered.

Stephane then held up another crate, handing it to the assassin: "Connor! We saved the last one for you!"

Connor took the last box wordlessly, and in a somewhat cocky and arrogant way, he threw it into the water, right in front of the Templars. In return, they looked even more pissed off at his attitude. I couldn't help but throw my own two cents into it. I leaned over the railing, grinned stupidly and waved at them. Now they looked utterly confused at my behavior.

Well, aren't they a bunch of sunshine, rainbow and unicorns?

Connor quickly grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me around to face him."What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Making fun of them, duh." I replied, shrugging off his hands and crossing my arms.

He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something back, but Stephane quickly stepped in. "Best we get out of here, eh?"

Giving me a last disapproving glance, Connor said: "We will talk about this later."

Oh joy.

oOo

"What you did back there was childish and reckless, but you are lucky it was dark and they couldn't see your face properly!"

Since we left Boston this morning, Connor has been chastising me nonstop. I think he secretly enjoys it. But luckily years of training I have learned how to tune out someone when they were talking, without them realizing it. I have to thank Austin and his fanboy side for that later. Well, not that I'm not a fangirl, but I'm sure I don't talk as much as he does when I'm obsessed over something. At least I hope so.

I looked straight ahead of me; while Connor was still obvious about that I'm not paying attention. It made me wonder if he really was trained to be an assassin. I mean, he should notice some minor things like this, right?

A pair of legs came into our view, and then the sound of someone whimpering in pain. Curiously, I ignore Connor's cry of disapprove when I picked up my pace and jogged toward those legs.

A young woman wearing pants (I'm saying this because I found it rather surprising) was sitting there. She was holding her one arm. It was bleeding badly.

"Ho shit!" I yelled and kneeled down next to her "What the hell happened?"

She hissed in pain, and before she could answer my question, Connor caught up, ready to give me another lecture, but stopped when he saw the wounded woman.

"Are you alright?" He asked worried.

I face palmed at that question. "Dude, does it look like she's okay?" The woman flashed me thankful smile for stating the obvious.

Ignoring my sassy comment, Connor kept asking: "How did this happened?"

"Poachers in the woods. I asked them to leave… This was their answer."

Uh yeah… What are poachers?

"Fräulein, you need medical attention ASAP." I concluded.

Connor nodded in agreement and picked the woman up in bridal style. I saw a bag and something that looked like a hunter's gun on the ground. Assuming that it was her stuff, I picked them up and followed Connor. I hope the manor wasn't all too far away.

"What's your name?" I asked while walking next to them.

"Myriam."

"I'm Charlie. And that nice lad," I pointed at said person "is Connor."

"… Isn't Charlie a male's name?" Myriam noted. She's most likely the first person to ask that. Secretly I've been wondering when people will actually bring this up. Seeing as this is the 18th century they probably haven't thought about giving the daughter boy's name yet. That just proved we women are way more observant.

"Yeah, it's my nickname." I laughed "I'm rather embarrassed about my full name."

Connor raised an eyebrow at this statement of mine, but didn't comment on it.

I realized that I was suddenly being very talk active. Normally I don't even bother to ask for other people's name unless they ask for mine or they introduce themselves to me. Maybe it's because I'm finally met someone who isn't directly involved in this whole revolutionary war business.

"Do you live nearby?" Connor finally joined our conversation.

"Ah, I don't have a home, per se." Welcome to the club "I took to the frontier when I was a young girl. I made my life out here ever since- living where the land make easiest."

"Not a common choice for a woman of the Colonies."

I chirped up: "I think it's really badass and cool."

Giving me an unsure smile, probably not knowing what I exactly meant with 'badass and cool', she explained: "No it's not. But truth to be told, it was this, the convent or the brothels. I prefer the open air."

Hearing the word brothel I had to think about those nice three scars across my right check. I carefully touched them. They weren't hurting anymore, but I really hope I don't have to run around with three scars on my face for the rest of my life. It's already bad that I have two different eye colors. Stupid hoe.

We finally reached the manor, where Achilles was already waiting for us. At first he roses his eyebrows high at the sight of Connor carrying Myriam, but when he saw her badly injured they softened a bit.

I helped Connor setting Myriam down on the stairs. He then turned around and walked away again.

"Connor! What are you doing?!" Achilles yelled after him.

"Thos poachers need to be stopped."

Myriam perked up at that and advised: "Saw the scabs from my hunting blind. Get to that and you shouldn't have any trouble finding them."

And of course Achilles has to add his own advice: "Use the rope dart if you can. Get familiar with it."

On cue, the old man and I turned to the broken window, almost hitting my head on the hatched that was buried on the pillar. Well, now I'm feeling a bit guilty for not having bought the supplies. Oh well, there's always a next time.

Connor nodded and then looked at me, like he was also expecting an advice from good old me.

"Uh, don't run into Pedo Bear, if possible." I said lamely.

That got some odd stares, especially since they don't know who or what Pedo Bear was. I guess it's better this way.

"Well, let us get you all patched up."

A set Myriam's things down onto the ground. Achilles and I both helped her to get inside the manor. We lead her to the dining room and sat her down on a chair. All the way I was praying that I didn't have to tend her wounds, because of various reasons. For one, I really don't remember anything my school or Austin taught me about first aid 101. I even skipped school the day we had to practice CPR on a plastic doll. Another reason was that I wasn't sure if I could handle to see more blood.

Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side. When I looked at Achilles, he had that look on his face that basically said 'Well, let me see how your medical skills are'.

Letting out a defeated groan I walked out of the dining room to get some stuff I think I will need to patch up Myriam's arm.

Fuck you, old man.

oOoOoOo

"William Johnson's openin' up some of that Mohawk land he purchased for free huntin' soon."

"might be we make a good haul up there."

"I hear tell lumberin'll be allowed to boot."

"What does he want with the territory if not the game and timber?"

"Don't know. Don't much care, neither. Beats skulking around these woods. Something don't feel right."

"Feelin' a bit guilty on account of that woman you put a hole in?"

oOo

"Hey! Where are your fellas?"

"Shooting strangers in the forest? Is that common hunting practice where you come from?"

"N-no. I… "

"Spare me! Go! Tell the friends you have left what happened here."

oOoOoOo

"Thank you, you two." Myriam said as the house owner bandaged up her arm.

Achilles tied it up and replied: "You are most welcome."

"No big deal." Came from me while I bottler up the alcohol and put it back to the shelf, still a bit shaken from the sight of her wounded arm.

At first everything went easy: I cleaned up the wound and inspected it as good as I could, though it was hard for me not to gag at the sight of it. Turns out the bullet stroke her flesh, but luckily didn't stick inside it. Still I chickened out. So Achilles had to do the rest. It wasn't a pretty sight, and I felt really sorry for Myriam, but at the same time I admired her courage and strength.

She lived out in the wildness, is a huntress and got shot in her arm, but was still trying to be strong. On top of that, was also pretty. If I was in her place, I think I would have died out there a long time ago. I hope I could learn one or two things form her.

"I certainly hope you don't need to bandage up your wounds." Achilles half mocked and pointed at my face.

I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to reply.

Footsteps could be heard, and Connor entered the dining hall, rope darts in his hand. Ignoring the blood covered dart, I waited for him to tell us what happened and how everything went.

"Why did those men attack you?" He asked Myriam.

"It's no secret this land is full with game." She explained softly "I spotted the trespassers en route to request permission to hunt here myself and suggested they do the same."

"The bounty of the forest is not mine to give. It is your right to hunt on this land, but I would appreciate you trading your surplus with the others."

Wait, was he offering her a place to stay? Does it mean I could see her more often?

Myriam smiled gratefully at the proposal. "Very well. I accept."

At that Achilles stepped into our conversation and suggested: "Perhaps Charlie can show you around a bit. If I remember correctly, you wanted to explore the ground too. It is better if you two stay together for now."

I looked at Myriam, who waited for me to response, so I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to it. I had the feeling that Achilles was trying to get rid of us two ladies now because he had to talk to Connor alone. Whatever they needed to discuss, I'm sure it had got something to do with those Templars I saw in Boston.

Giving those two men a last glance, I lead Myriam out of the manor and we both started to explore the ground around the manor.

oOoOoOo

"How was your time with her in Boston?"

"I taught her some basic defense before we arrived, but she seems to be… Hesitant about injuring people."

"Is that why she has scars on her face?"

"I left her alone for a short while because I had important matters to discuss with Sam Adams."

"Hm. I could have ended badly, especially since she doesn't know who to fight."

"… An ally, Stephane Chapheu, found her later. He told me she had a sort of emotional breakdown, but he does not know why it happened to her. She did not tell why either."

"I see. Perhaps I will ask her later. Anything else?"

"It is done."

"Johnson is dead?"

"No. He retreated when we destroyed the tea."

"Only to hatch some new scheme, I'm sure… You should have killed him."

"There was no need."

"Time will tell if you speak the truth."

oOoOoOo

The longer we walked and talked, the more I thought it was a stupid idea to leave the manor. Not because I'm annoyed by Myriam or something like that, it's more because it was still in the middle of December, this it was very cold. Or how Austin would express it nicely: Es ist arschkalt.

And also, why the hell didn't I get my hoodie before we left?! Myriam seems to doesn't mind the cold, why I'm basically freezing my ass off. A thin layer of snow covered the ground, but we didn't have to worry about getting lost, we could simply follow our footsteps to get back. Hopefully it won't start snowing anytime.

"So…" I casually started a conversation "You're a huntress?"

"Yes." She responded rather proudly.

"And… Where your parents hunters too?" I continued asking, suddenly thinking of that poor rabbit Connor killed right in front of my eyes.

"My father was a hunter; he taught me everything I needed to know, although my mother didn't approve of it." She laughed.

Hearing that I had to smile a bit. Well, it was somehow similar to my situation. Because of Austin I got roped into the whole video game and skating and whatsoever, even though we lived miles apart. Of course mom didn't like it at all, claiming I need to do more girly stuff. Thanks but no thanks.

"What about you?" Myriam inquired.

"What about me?"

"Why are you living with them?" She elaborated "You don't look like a girl who would sit on a chair and stitch all day or do the chores, no offense."

"No offense taken. Actually I'm just temporarily living there, y'know." I explained plainly, not wanting to go into details how I'm not from here. Surely she must have already guessed that much from my clothes. "It's a long complicated story, and I'd rather not talk about it. At least not now."

Myriam nodded in understanding, and for that I was thankful for. For the first time since I was here, I felt carefree, because I had finally someone I could talk to. Nothing against Connor and/or Achilles, but it's just that Connor was not much of a talked and both men just take everything too serious. That was my impression of them. And trust me; it's really hard not to crack a joke sometime. I'm not even sure if they would get them.

Myriam opened her mouth to say something, but I couldn't understand everything.

It got worse.

The dizzy feeling came back. At first I thought it would be another vision or something like that, but when I realized that the scenery didn't change at all, I got a very bad feeling about this. Everything around me started to blur.

I stumbled and tried to grab onto something to hold on, in this case it was a random tree. I heard how Myriam shouted my name worriedly, but I wasn't capable to speak properly, due the dizziness.

Slowly I slid down to the ground, while the world around me became black again.


hm yeah, basically i'm finished with sequence 6 :P next would be the battle of bunker hills. well, i'm not planing to write much about it xD

RandomYoshi: Glad to hear you like it :D

NinjaxSketchartx: don't worry, i'm not planning to make them fall for each other. not yet anyway xD

Treadaway: hm, not sure if i want her as a sister xD I based Charlie off a classmate of mine, who;s in fact a boy :P haha i'd be happy to read your story if you write one :)

TheShadowKitty12: yeah, like when he told achilles about the tea party but didn;t gave the others credit :

edgaryg: hehe, kingdom hearts references FTW :) there may be more to come, since this story was also partly inspired by kingdom hearts xD

MorWOlfMor: yeah, there are just those parts in the game where it basically screams INSERT REFERENCE :D