Hi guys. Sorry for the delay (again again again). Not a very long chapter, I know. But I hope to try and carry on with what I've stared...but very slowly.
Connor couldn't believe it, he had let Rose get hurt, it was all his fault. "Rose..." He didn't know what to say, she was his inspiration.
Rose looked up at him, her cheeks were bright red. "It's okay, Connor..." He watched as another tear rolled down her cheek.
Connor felt the guilt and anger boil up in him. He stood up, peaking his head inside the mansion door. "Achilles!" He yelled, waiting for his mentor to arrive. He sat back with Rose, wrapping an arm around her.
Achilles soon appeared. "What is it, Connor? Can't you see I'm trying to-" He began, but the sight of Rose stopped him. "What happened, Rose?" His eyes softened.
"Achilles, take care of Rose while I go to Boston?" He asked, gesturing to Rose with his eyes.
Achilles nodded. "Of course." Just as he was about to turn to leave, Achilles grabbed his arm. "Don't kill him, Connor. Merely show him the consequences of his actions."
Connor sighed quietly, but nodded. He walked over to the stables, taking his horse's reins. He leapt up onto the saddle, spurring his horse forward. He gripped the reins angrily, knowing that he would bring justice to Rose after what he did...
Achilles lead Rose inside, her legs wobbling. "I'm sorry that this happened to you, Rose." He sat her down on a chair. "But you should not have stayed in Boston alone, especially not at night."
Rose nodded, looking at the floor. "I know, it was foolish of me." She winced, rubbing her injured wrists. She felt the blood trickle down her hands again, cursing silently under her breath.
Achilles walked over to a dresser, pulling a bandage from one of the small drawers. He returned to Rose, placing it around her damaged wrists.
The blood soaked through the bandage instantly, but Rose smiled slightly. "Thank you, Achilles. Any bandage is better than none." She gave him a nod of appreciation.
He sat down beside her, a concerned look on his face. "I suppose so."
"I'm fine now. I'm home, that's all that matters to me." Her eyes darted around the room. "I feel anger and guilt more than pain."
Achilles shook his head. "You're a lot like Connor, always taking out your emotions on others."
"How else am I meant to express them?" He turned her gaze to him.
"I don't know." He paused. "You should rest, it'll help."
Rose sighed, but agreed. She shakily stood up and made her way up the stairs. She was fine really, just a little shaken. But now, she felt anger more than pain. She knew Connor had left for Boston, she knew what he was going to do. Rose couldn't help but worry for him, and be afraid for what was yet to come.
The streets of Boston were quiet, nothing but the gentle twilight breeze was heard weaving through alleyways. Alex stumbled through the streets; he wasn't particularly regretful about what he did, it was only another thing added to his large list of sins. He leant against a wall, lighting a cigar swiftly. Alex was barely aware of what was about to happen, caring little about whether he deserved it or not. He just waited until it began.
The lightest of sound was heard behind him, and he turned to see a silhouetted figure. Connor had come to avenge what he had done to Rose. "What are you staring at?" Alex asked with a little too much confidence. The man strode towards him, his eyes shaded by his hood. "I'm warning you!" Alex drew his knife, although it was pointless.
The hooded man charged towards him, grabbing him roughly by the collar. He dragged him down a narrow alley and bashed his head hard against the wall. "Waiting for another for you to prey on?" The shadowy figure's face was now revealed, anger burning within his eyes.
"Well if it isn't the little girl's savage!" Alex strained laughter caused Connor to grab his throat viciously.
Alex tried to prise Connor's hands from him but it was hopeless. He managed to wriggle free from his grip, attempting to sprint from the perpetrator. Connor ran after him, having no intention of letting him live. Alex was only just faster than him, his own heartbeat was now pounding in his ears. The native used what strength he had to drive himself forward, his hand grabbing for Alex's shoulder. Both men landed hard on the tiled floor, Connor wasting no time to regain his grip on the guard's throat.
"If this is about-" Alex tried to ask, but Connor pushed so hard on his windpipe he could barely breathe.
"I don't think you realise what you've done. You've broken Rose's spirit, you've hurt her in ways I could never imagine!" Connor reached for his tomahawk. "Such acts cannot go unpunished." He raised the weapon high in the air, preparing to bring it down hard on Alex's skull. The now petrified guard closed his eyes, waiting for death. Connor couldn't do it. He picked up Alex's body and shoved him away. "Don't you dare come here ever again. Or I will not hesitate to kill you." Connor yelled.
Alex was panting hard, his hands traced the mark of Connor's grip around his neck. He was too afraid to answer, and he dared not take it any further. The guard gave Connor a glaring look, before nodding and scampering off.
The native stared at the alleyway he scampered down and gave a sigh, he hoped that now Rose would be safe, and that he could pursue the Templars without any further distractions. And that finally, the world would be liberated and freedom will be granted to those who need it.