Hey guys! I'm back with Chapter 9. I'm sorry if this ends up shorter than the last chapter; I'm trying to make them around 1000-3000 words each now. Enjoy!

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"How long until we reach Boston?" Genevieve asked innocently. She really didn't enjoy horseback riding let alone travelling to different places. Her back ached and so did her wounds, but Genevieve disguised her pain with impatience so Connor didn't find out. He had enough on his plate already, so he shouldn't have to worry about her.

"A few hours." Connor replied over his shoulder. He faced the front and continued to ride silently. Genevieve could tell Connor was distressed about his village. He had told her about how his mother died along with the burning of his original village, how he kept his feelings hidden so well she'll never know. Genevieve sighed aloud and continued to think to herself, about Connor's father most of all. His name was Haythem Kenway, the Grand Master of the Templar's. He was the one that ordered the attack on Connor's village; his own father sentenced everyone to death. Genevieve's family didn't seem that bad compared to his.

Genevieve fiddled with her belt that was tied around her robes. Achilles had given her the honour of wearing a new robe and a hidden blade. It was white, similar to Connor's and it fit her figure rather well. She had her pistols attached to her sides and three different knives sat in the front of her waist on her belt. Genevieve was glad she could call herself an assassin; after all, it was her 'destiny'.

She grew tired of sitting in silence for a while so Genevieve decided to make conversation between her and her fellow assassin.

"Want to play a game Connor?" She asked him, bringing her horse next to his.

"We are on a mission Genevieve." He said sternly. "We have no time for games."

"We can play this game on the mission. It's called the question game."

"Is it as simple as it sounds?"

"Yes, you ask me a question, I answer it honestly, and then I ask you. It is as simple as that." Genevieve said while smiling softly. "We can get to know each other a bit better." Connor gave Genevieve a look, but succumbed to her smile that she was giving him and nodded. Yes! Genevieve- 2, Connor- 0.

"Would you like to start?" Genevieve offered. He shrugged in response. Why must he be so difficult?

"Fine, I'll start." She tapped her chin, thinking of a question to ask him. "How did you learn English?"

"My mother taught me when I was quite young; she said it might be useful someday." He explained. "I guess she was right." He finished softly. Genevieve's smile dropped, she knew Connor missed his mother. She was lucky she even has one. "Why don't you miss your parents?" He asked.

"I guess they didn't really treat me as their daughter," Genevieve began. "They treated me as a money making device. I mean they cared for me, fed me, gave me things to wear. But, they did it for themselves." Connor nodded, accepting the words.

"I am sorry." Connor said sincerely. Genevieve smiled at him to his surprise.

"It's all water under the bridge now Connor." Connor looked at her confused. He did not understand metaphors as well as he should.

"It's all in the past Connor." She corrected herself. He nodded and faced the front again, his eyes staring into the distance. "Are you going to kill your father?" She asked quietly. Genevieve felt terrible for asking the question, but she needed an answer. It was wallowing around in her mind for days. Connor looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of. That was rud-"

"Yes. He must pay for what he has done." Connor said seriously. "But I am not ready to face him." Genevieve wasn't prepared for that answer or the tone that he used in his voice. She stared at him, wide eyed. He had to kill his own father. Her life was nothing compared to Connor's.

"We should camp for the night." Genevieve suggested. Connor nodded and dismounted his horse and so did she. As she dismounted the horse, something caught her eye in the bushes. Since her several encounters with Alpha she thought nothing of it, until she heard a gunshot.

"Redcoats!" Connor yelled to Genevieve. She dodged the bullets and ducked quickly, crawling her way towards a thick tree as a shield. Connor climbed a tree ready for an aerial attack and Genevieve ran towards them head on. Since Genevieve was quick she made it to the redcoat with the pistol and jumped at him stabbing him in the stomach with her hidden blade. She looked around to see if there were any other guards to fight. Connor had taken down three of the ten redcoats and one was about to sneak up on him from behind. Before she knew it Genevieve was bolting towards the redcoat with a dagger in her hand. As she was running Genevieve managed to impale a guard with her rope dart and another with her throwing knives that she had picked up in Boston. Her legs that were carrying her were getting tired but she ignored the feeling and pressed on. Genevieve lunged at the redcoat who was about to stab Connor and successfully tackled him to the ground. She took the dagger that was in her hand and plunged it into the redcoat's heart. As she watched the life drain out of the man that she murdered she was tackled and pinned down to the ground by another redcoat. Genevieve tried to wriggle out of the man's grasp, but his hands were too tight around her wrists, but she could move her legs. So she did what every woman would do in this situation, knee him in the balls.

The man cried out in pain. Genevieve had managed to get up just in time to disarm the man and slit his throat. She panned the area looking for Connor, she found him walking towards her, scanning her for injuries. Surprisingly Genevieve did the same for him.

"Are you alright?" Connor asked, putting one hand on her shoulder. She smiled slightly and patted his hand in response.

"A couple of scratches, but nothing I can't handle. What about you?"

"I'm fine." He said simply shrugging his shoulders. "You fought well out there Genevieve, like a true assassin." He complimented.

"I aim to please." She joked. "You did as well." He smiled from under his hood. Genevieve walked over to her mare and reached into the pouch attached to the saddle. She pulled out two red apples and threw one over to Connor, who caught it in his right hand. Genevieve walked over to the he was leaning against and sat next to him. Her body was aching from the fight, but she would have to get used to it, there was plenty more to come after all. She happily munched on her apple as she watched the firewood that Connor collected burn within the glittering flame. As she did every night, she reached up to remove the ribbon from her hair, but to her surprise her hair was already down.

"I guess I forgot to put it up this morning." She murmured to herself quietly. Once Genevieve had finished the apple, she threw the core into the fire and watched it melt. Neither of them realised how close they actually were to each other, the assassins were too busy staring at the orange flames in front of them to notice. Moments later Genevieve fell asleep on Connor, her head somehow ended up on his shoulder and she leaned against him trying to conceal some of her body heat. His hand made its way around her shoulder and she unconsciously nuzzled her head into his chest, gripping his robes lightly with her hands. Connor blushed profusely at her actions, he was so glad it was dark and that Genevieve was asleep! He eventually gave into the position the two were in and relaxed. He looked down at the sleeping Genevieve, examining her features.

He couldn't help but smile at the girl; he cared for her so much she would never know.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I hope you liked the ending moments between Connor and Genevieve as well! –Lildoll98