I apologize for the really really really weird part at the end of the chap, I honestly didn't know how to type this chap and i wrote down what first popped into my mind (that would be sam adams being a potential Pedophile OTL) (Shouldn't have put that much sugar in my tea)
Other than that, I started to lead the drawing after school activity for six and seventh graders, teaching them how to draw manga xD
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Charlie Allen
Chapter X
"I thought it might bring clarity. Or instill a sense of accomplishment. But all I feel is regret."
"Hold fast to that. Such sacrifices must never come lightly."
"I had to do it. Not only for my people, but for all the others Johnson would have harmed."
"It's a start. But to truly be free of Templar influence, all of them must be dealt with in turn. Even your father."
"I know."
"You speak the words, but do you believe them? … Seems we've company."
oOo
"Was that Myriam? And where is Charlie? It has been three days already."
"Myriam came to deliver a letter."
"What is it?"
"A request for aid from Paul Revere. Seems the Redcoats are up to something in Boston. Guess you made an impression on the Sons of Liberty."
"They mistake me for one of their own. Please tell Mister Revere he has my sympathies, but I cannot help at present."
"You might wish to reconsider: John Pitcairn is mentioned by name. Also, is seems like Charlie along with Sam Adams ran into some trouble with the Redcoats in Boston."
"What? How could this have happened?"
"That girl is just a trouble magnet. But those kind of people are usually capable to handle troubles well. You do not need to worry too much about her, I'm sure she is fine."
"I must find her and then kill Pitcairn. Where am I to go?"
oOo
"Ah, Connor. What a relief! You came! Allow me to… To introduce you to William Dawes and Robert Newman."
"Your letter said John Pitcairn was here."
"He's readying an assault on Lexington, where Miss Allen, Adams and Hancock have taken shelter. After that, he will march on Concord- hoping to destroy our weapon and supplies. You must help us!"
"Only tell me where to find him and I will put a stop to this."
"He has dozens, if not hundreds of soldiers at his command. You cannot hope to match him by yourself. But fear not- for you will not have to! We have an entire army of our own- merely awaiting the order to take up arms."
"Then you must call upon them."
"Indeed, you and I will cross the Charles River and rouse the boys. William, I need you to take the overland route and do the same. Robert, I need you up in Christ Church. Light the signal. Two lanterns- our enemy comes by sea! No time for dawdling, my friend! We have lives to save. Come on!"
oOo
"Where the devil is he?"
"Are you sure we are in the right place?"
"Sure I'm sure! Prescott?"
"Evening, gents."
"Listen, the Regulars are out. You need t rally your men… And out on some trousers!"
"At once."
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The long black hair kept getting into his face, covering his soft brown eyes. Regardless I tried to stare into the, never blinking once. It seems like he knew where I was getting at with this, because he stopped chewing on whatever he was eating and stared back. I knitted my eyebrows in concentration, trying to keep my eyes open. Tears started to form in them from not blinking for a long time.
But then I had to.
Once.
Twice.
And for a third time.
"Gah!" I yelled in frustration and whipped my tears away with my sleeve.
The black horse (Black Wing is its name, and it's a boy) neighed in victory and returned to eat his grass.
Yes, I'm holding a staring contest with a horse because well, I can. And because I'm bored and have absolutely nothing to do. Adams and I were hiding in Lexington for two or three days already. It was a pretty nice from him to take me with him; I wouldn't have thought he'd really do that. But if I heard it correctly, I remember he muttered something about 'doesn't want to get killed by Connor for not looking out for me'. I didn't know what he meant exactly by that or what Connor even had to do with it.
Lexington was a nice small village, with a few houses that looked almost similar standing scattered on various places. Not many people were here, most of them are hiding inside where it was safe from the Redcoats and a war that was supposed to rage outside somewhere.
Also, Lexington has got a rather nice looking graveyard.
I sat on a fence where horses were tied on outside in the still-a-bit-cold April night air. Even though the fence was pretty high, I still haven't reached the eye height of the horse. It was either I'm just really short or Black Wing was ridiculous tall. Well, in my eyes all horses were freaking tall. It wasn't helping that I may or may have not a small fear for horses.
Sam Adams was inside, sitting in front of the fire, writing something and claiming he doesn't like the cold and preferred to stay warm.
By the way, I have officially become a big fan of Sam Adams. Remind me later when I get home to google him on Wikipedia. That guy rocks, really. Our first serious conversation was about some history stuff, like Columbus and Cortez, where we debated about whether it was 'right or wrong' what he did to the Natives (I had to think of Connor there), then we somehow landed in the Holy Roman Empire (which I think still existed in the 18th century).
But the absolute best part of our conversation was the fictional part! I didn't know the books Gulliver's travels and Robinson Crusoe were written in the early 18th century, and apparently Adams was a big fan of these books. We spend the whole afternoon just discussing about it. I think we should totally open up a book club.
What I took as a small offense was the fact that Sam was rather surprised to know that I was 'such a well-educated girl', as he put it. I guess he judged according to my appearance and choice of words that I was illiteracy? But then again, somehow that doesn't surprise me at all. Illiteracy was a common thing among woman in the 18th century, I think. Unless you were rich and/or born into a noble family, then you had the privilege to learn reading and writing and as a small bonus, you get piano lesson. Can't say that I really enjoyed the piano lesson I received.
The whistle of the wind could be heard, closely followed by footsteps. Immediately I stiffened and didn't move an inch, trying to detect where those footsteps came from. The sound of heavy things clashing against clothes could be made out too. Well, I certainly hope it's not Jason or his ancestor.
I really should go inside now, especially since the footsteps were getting closer and closer. I jumped down from the fence, ready to tip toe away, until I heard an awful familiar voice.
"… No sign of Dawes. I hope he's alright."
Hang on, I know that voice. Paul Revere maybe? He does have the tendency to speak loudly. That's the impression I got form the few times I have talked to him. And I think Dawes was that guy who arrived here today and talked to Sam Adams.
Still not sure about whether it was really him or not, I silently called out: "Hello? Who's there?"
The footsteps came to a sudden halt, like they were surprised to hear another voice, but then I heard them approaching again. Connor and Revere came into my view. I was rather surprised to see them here in Lexington.
"Miss Allen?" Paul greeted.
"Charlie." Connor said stoically.
"Yo." came my reply "What are you doing here?"
"Myriam told me what happened to you and Sam Adams in Boston. I am here to kill John Pitcairn."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. How the hell does Myriam know what happened to me? And also, was it really necessary to say out the latter part? I could live without that information.
"I'm a wanted person, am I?" I asked rather sarcastically and kicked a stone away. Great. Not even eighteen years old and already wanted by some British people.
"Not as wanted as Sam Adams perhaps." Paul responded trying to make me feel a little bit better.
I then pointed at the house behind me, indicating that our wanted man was inside it. Paul and Connor followed me inside.
Adams was sitting in front of the fire with some other guys. A reason why I didn't stay inside was because I simply had no desire to be surrounded by men. Simple as that. It made me uncomfortable, especially since I'm most likely the only girl here. Where were their wives and daughters?
Sam turned his head around to see who entered the house. "Paul. Connor. Good to see you."
Connor didn't greet back, instead he went straight to the point, not wanting to waste any time. "You need to leave. The Redcoats are coming."
"Aye, so William's told us." Sam confirmed "Let them conduct their little search. They'll find nothing."
"You don't understand. Pitcairn intends to kill you."
Well, that's not good at all, I guess. Is this was Revere meant with being 'more wanted'?
Letting out a long tired sigh, Sam stood up from his chair and shook his head. "I suppose we have no choice then, but to go." I know how you feel. I have become rather fond on Lexington, even there was absolutely nothing special here. Except the graveyard maybe. Adams turned to me and bowed his head. "Again, I apologize for dragging you into this mess, Miss Allen."
"No harm done, really." I waved it off.
Sam Adams nodded and then turned to Connor and Paul. "What of you three?"
"Dawes and I will continue on to Concord." Paul told him "Connor, it's best you stay here and help our man John Parker hold the town. It'll give us time to spread the word."
Dawes who was also sitting by the fire stood up and left the house with Paul Revere. I watched them stepping out of the door, wondering what I was supposed to do now.
Connor then faces Sam and discussed some stuff with him, that didn't really interest me. Not that I am going to understand them anyway. I simply stood there, arms behind my back and stared at the pictures that were hanging over the fire place, which suddenly became interesting to watch.
Maybe I just didn't want to face the evil wrath of Connor after he found out I didn't listen to him and left for a short while in Boston. But in my defense I have to say it was all Theo's fault!
… One second thought, I don't think it is a wise idea to tell him about that asshole.
And I still can't believe I decided to name him 'Theo'.
"… Then it is all arranged. Charlie will stay with you until I am done here."
Hearing my name my attention automatically turned to the two men conversing.
"I will try my best to look after her." Sam promised him "It is the least I can do after what you have done for us."
What the hell did I just miss during my mental absent?
It seems like I must have looked pretty confused. Connor went over to me and out both hands on my shoulders. I had to crank up my neck to meet his face. Damn, how much protein did your mom gave you when you were three?
"You will be leaving Lexington tomorrow with Sam Adams. He will look after you for the time being, since it is not possible now for you to return to the Homestead. Don't cause any trouble for him." Connor warned to me in a dead serious tone. "Is that understood?"
Gee, does he have to make it sound like he's talking to a twelve years old? I'm not twelve, I'm sixteen! Or seventeen, since there was that one birthday I missed…
Whatever.
I bid the inside of my cheek and nodded my head. I was a bit sad and frustrated that I couldn't go home now. With home I meat in this case the Homestead, since it was the closest think I had to home. Hate to admit it, but it has really grown on me during my short time here.
And now it seemed like I won't be returning there anytime soon either.
oOoOoOo
"What the deuce are you doing?! Hold your positions! Cravens! Traitors!"
"They are not coming back. You will have to make do with those who remain."
"Don't you lecture me on how- Return fire! Return fire! You need to get to Concord and warn the others. Show this to whoever leads there. Should a man by them of James Barrett. Go on now."
oOo
"MAN THE BARRICADES! No. Ensure my men hold those positions! If the Red Devils break through, we're fnished.!"
"What would you have me do?"
"Listen carefully. The Redcoats will form firing lines. Order the men to shoot just before the line is ready. Too soon and they'll miss their targets. Too late and the enemy will open fire first."
"Understood."
"And if any of those bastards make it through, engage them. You must keep my men alive!"
oOo
"Takes a true monster to do something like this… At least they're gone."
"I should have struck when I had the chance… DO you know where Pitcairn could've gone?"
"Back into the withered bosom of the British no doubt- so that he might regroup and plan his next atrocity."
"I need to find him. Every day I wait, more will suffer…"
"Chin up, friend. Many who should've died today now live because of you."
"And what of them?"
"We did the best we can with what we've got."
"It is not enough."
"Hm. It never is."
oOoOoOo
I didn't know what exactly happened. What I did know was that apparently we have defeated the British soldiers. So far so good.
I'm not sure if it was a good idea to go with Sam. On the one hand, yes it was safer for me and following Connor would be signing my death warrant, but on the other hand, it was a tiny little bit boring with Adams. Not that he's all too happy about it too, I think.
I had no idea where we were now. Adams and Hancock say they have to meet someone. A doctor or a nurse or something like that. Probably someone very important. Well, actually all the person I've met and am going to meet could be considered as important. The sad part was that I may have heard their names once or twice back in my time, but never really knew that they had done so great.
I'm starting to regret that I didn't at least read one or two books about American history before actually moving away to live there. Because that's what people usually do: Research about their new home, trying to get familiar with their culture. And what did I do instead? Training my Pokémon, beating the champ and fangirling over N Harmonia.
But it was time well spent.
Man do I wish I had taken my iPod with me. Does it even work now? I'm pretty sure the battery was dead by now… Great, now I'm going to die here out of boredom or the lack of music.
I was standing in front of a tent, waiting for Adams and Hancock to come out. What is taking them s long? I really hope they are not like, holding a small tea party right now, gossiping and eating biscuits. Maybe I should just go inside and check?
The tent was set on a field along with other tents. The ground was muddy and uneven, making me wonder how the hell they managed to set them all up. Soldiers were walking around, sitting or just talking to each other. A few of them spotted me, but thank God most of them just ignored me.
While staring at a blood stained blue uniform hanging on a rope, my mind wandered back to Connor. I wondered how he was doing right now. Why did he need to kill Pitcairn? Was it another one of his assassin job? I realized that I didn't know much about him. He was, in a way, actually an interesting character. I then recalled how I once said in Boston that we were not friends. Now when I think back about it, it just made me realized how much like a bitch I sounded. Why did I even say that?
Well, okay, I can't really say that we are friends now, or will ever be. We simply didn't know much about each other. Sometimes I even ask myself what exactly made people friends.
Twilight came and the sun slowly disappeared behind the trees. The temperature dropped slightly, making me regret not having brought my hoodie with me. I stuffed my hands into my jeans pocket and jumped up and down a few times, trying to keep myself warm.
Suddenly I felt how a strong hand gripped my shoulders from behind. Startled by this unexpected action I opened my mouth to let out a bloody scream, but a gloved hand quickly clamped over my mouth, preventing me from making a sound.
Plan B is it then.
Grabbing that hand over my mouth, I tried to force it away from me, failing epically of course. Then I tried to elbow that person in his stomach. Unfortunately he quickly snatched my arm. And last but not least, I lifted my foot and tried to stomp on his feet, with a minor success this time.
The person holding grunted in pain, but didn't loosen his grip, much to my dismay.
"It is me, Charlie." An all too familiar voice hissed.
Hearing Connor I widened my eyes and ceased my pathetic struggle. He finally let go of me. I whipped my mouth, trying to get away that horrible smell/taste from his glove and turned around to face the assassin.
"You scared the living shit out of me!" I complained.
Connor merely raised his eyebrows, obviously disapproving of my choice of words. But I guess this was simply something he needed to get used to it. Besides, swearing recues pain, study shows.
"Are you well?" He inquired, looking me from head to toe, probably checking for any injuries.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Have been better."
He nodded, and then an awkward silence lied between us. I pressed my lips into a thin line, thinking about stuff I could possible say. In this moment, Sam Adams stepped out of the tent, followed by another man.
"Ah, Connor! Back already?" Adams asked, and put a hand on his shoulder, which the Native quickly shrugged off.
I'll just randomly guess that he doesn't like to be touched.
I tilted my body to the left, trying to get a better view of the person standing behind Adams. Sam saw that movement of mine and stepped aside, introducing the guy to us. "Miss Allen, Connor, this is Doctor Joseph Warren. He was the one who gave Paul Revere the signal to inform us all about the Redcoats."
"Pleasure to meet you two." Joseph Warren said and shook hands with us "Sam Adams has told me everything about you. Courageous and skillful."
Connor didn't say anything; he simply stood there straight, but also looked a bit like a dork. I rolled my eyes and told him: "Dude, he means you."
The Native looked at me for a brief seconds and then replied: "I am merely fulfilling my duty."
Well, aren't you a knight in shining armor?
"And you, Miss Allen" The doctor turned to me, staring at my clothes with criticizing eyes "I must say you are not what I expected."
I am sure that I'm quite the opposite of what he expected. Meanwhile Connor turned his head around, trying to hold back a smirk or laugh, I don't know and I don't even want to know.
Warren was suddenly in front of my face. Eyes narrowed, he adjusted his glasses and furrowed his brows. "Indeed, you have two different eye colors. Interesting."
Out of reflex, I covered my right eye.
"Samuel described you as a well-educated, charming young lady."
Hearing that I looked at said person, who in return looked away. What else did Adams told him about me? Also, 'lady' is certainly not the correct word to describe someone like me. Actually, it's not even grammatically correct to put Charlie Allen and lady into one sentence. One does not simply do that.
Before Joseph Warren could tell me more, Sam Adams stepped in and coughed awkwardly: "It is getting late. Perhaps Connor and Miss Allen should rest. Doctor Warren, is there perhaps a tent free they could use to overnight here?"
"Of course." Joseph Warren answered and gestured me and Connor to follow him.
Before we left Sam Adams smiled to me and waved me goodbye. Since it was only me looing back, it could only be meant for me.
Slightly crept out, I picked up my pace to get away from him as far as possible. In that moment I realized that Sam Adams could be a potential Pedophile.
oOo
"So, how was your day."
"I did not kill John Pitcairn."
I snorted at that reply. Oh man, I have the feeling every time when I try to strike a conversation with Connor, all he says was stuff like 'I need to eliminate the Templar' or something similar like that.
"Too much information." I grunted, hinting that I totally didn't need to know he failed at killing someone "You know, there are certain things in life that are meant to be unsa-"
"Would you stop hogging the blanket?" Connor interrupted me.
True enough, I hogged most of the blanket, thus leaving the assassin as good as nothing to cover. Though I doubted he even needed a blanket, seeing as he's got that cozy warm robe on. We had to share a tent. Of course none of us were comfortable with that idea, but since we both were really tired, we didn't complain much.
When I was sure Connor had suffice amount of blanket, I continued babbling: "I bet that John Pitcairn is probably really hated by the colonists. No Pitcairn groupies in Boston, if you get my drift."
"He is a Templar."
"Whatever. As far as my knowledge goes, Templar knights were hunted down by Christians or something like that."
"Then why is that they still exist?"
I bit my lip, not knowing what to say, so I remained silent. When Connor didn't say anything more, I decided to go to sleep to.
I snuggle into the blanket and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, a bit hard to do that when you're sleeping on the hard ground though. We were sleeping back-to-back. Connor has stripped most of his weapons away, though I could swear he took that tomahawk with him to sleep, for whatever reason. I also made sure not to make any physical contact with him.
Letting out a tired sigh, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Few minutes passed, and while I was half awake, Connor's voice sounded through the night. "Charlie?"
"Yeah?" I muffled a tired reply.
"Did something… Happened while you were with Sam Adams?"
At this question I raised an eyebrow and turned around to face Connor, who also has turned around. Left hand gripping his tomahawk, he waited for me to answer his question."
Which was a bit hard since there was a murder weapon lying right in front of my nose.
"What makes you think that?" I asked back, scrunching my nose.
"Your temper." Was his short reply, though it was enough for me to understand what he meant.
I just realized we must have looked like two chicks gossiping at a slumber party. Really, all we need was some Katy Perry music.
I closed my eyes, carefully choosing my words, and then opened them again. "Just thinking that Sam Adams could be a potential pedophile, I dunno."
Connor pondered about what I said with a rather confused expression on his face, and then inquired: "What is a 'pedophile'?"
I twitched my one eye. Well, I guess the word 'pedophile' hasn't entered the dictionary yet. Imagine how hopelessly Connor would be if he was somehow transported into the 21st century via TARDIS.
Biting the inside of my cheek to prevent myself form laughing, I explained as best as I could: "A pedophile is a man, well women I suppose too, who are attracted to children. And will do stuff to them."
I took him a short while to connect the dots. For seconds I feared Connor didn't understand my explanation, but then his eyes widened in surprise and worry. "You mean…?"
"Yep. It's seriously nasty."
"But you're not a child anymore." He interjected.
I raised an eyebrow in an offended way. "Are you calling me old?"
The Native rolled his eyes. "I thought it was normal for people from the colonies to marry with a huge age difference."
"True. Still, Sam Adams could be a potential pedophile." I said in an end-of-the-discussion-tone and then turned my back to him again, indicating I planned to go to sleep now.
There was shuffling sound, meaning Connor did the same.
Another five minutes of trying to get back to sleep.
"What is a 'groupie?'"
NinjaxSketchartx: thank you :D yeah, i just felt like this story shouldn't just aroudn what COnnor's doing during the battles etc, since it's actually Charlie's story during the revolutionary war, and therefore all those famous people comes rather handy xD
Melidell: Congratulaiton on being the first one who recognized the drunken bastard as Hickey in the last chap xD hm, maybe, if they are ever going to meet face to face :P
AssassinsGurl2012: you're welcome :) I dunno, i suppose he does, or at least pretends to know xD
edgaryg: ... i didn't realize that until you point it out xD could be, this story is after mostly KH inspired, for some reasons xD
SakakiHaruna12: hm, chap 13 maybe, briefly :P
MorWolfMor: I just felt like it would be 'weird' if she already stayed there for a year and more, so i used to excuse of sleeping xD answer may or may not be come in later chapters :P I do the same thin, except i type everythig out on my iPHone xD
Nemishystera: sorry for the lack of connor lately :P
TheShadowKitty12: the last chapter counted around 5500 wordd without the my ramblings. I don't look at how many pages there are, because there are times where it say ten pages but word count is around 2000 xD
The Dark Goddess Vynx: GLad to know you like this story :), hm, not sure if Charlie even sees Connor as a brother xD we'll see what Juno's plannign :P
the other day, i tidied up my computer and found the very first draft of this story xD back then the title was 'Always Running Out of Time' and it's written in the third p.o.v. guess i wanted to try out something different but then realized it wasn't a good idea :P Anyway, i uploaded it for, so you can have a vague idea of how this story was originally supposed to be xD of course it's not finished, i guess i stopped tiping midway through it.
Enjoy!
Charlie didn't know how she could fell down a tree.
Or how she almost fell on top of a small kid.
A young boy dressed up like a Native American, to be exact. Luckily he stepped aside just in time, of course with the result that Charlie fell flat down on her tummy.
Letting out a string of curses, she slowly got up and dusted herself off. All the time the boy was watching her with weary eyes. He thought it was weird how this young woman was dressed like a man. And her clothes looked like to be made of strange materials, too.
Maybe, he thought, she's one of the Colonists.
He should run away, warn the others from his tribe. Yet at the same time he was curious, and wanted to at least know something about this girl before he decided to go away. The people from his tribe told him stories about the Whites, that they weren't nice people, and he should avoid them.
He sometimes saw some Colonists from far away, but this is the first time he saw one from close.
Charlie noted that the boy was standing there motionless, watching every move she was making. She stared back with a raised eyebrow, wondering why there was a young kid alone in the woods.
The sun was shining brightly, and she had felt the urge to go out and take a stroll in the wildness, a change from the hectic city life. It was a beautiful forest, and Charlie had decided to climb on a tree.
And now, this.
Not able to stand the silence anymore, Charlie felt like it was necessary to something: "Yeah, I uh, fell asleep on the tree." She pointed up.
He didn't reply.
The young boy only narrowed his eyes at her. Feeling a bit nervous under his gaze, she quickly looked at him from head to toe, and guessed that he was at least seven, or eight.
Charlie pressed her lips into a thin line, not sure what to do now. She could just walk away now, and leave him here. But what if he was lost? She quickly dismissed that thought. If the boy was lost, she was sure he'd already asked her for help. Besides, she had the feeling that the boy somehow… Belonged here.
Sighing deeply, she turned around, ready to walk away, but stopped when the boy opened his mouth and said something.
"… Who are you?"
Surprised, Charlie turned around and looked at him. His English was a bit sloppy, and it sounded a bit monotonic, like he wasn't used to talk in English.
"I'm Charlie. Charlie Allen." The girl introduced herself "What's your name?"
The boy thought for a few seconds before replying: "Ratonhnahké:ton."
Charlie furrowed her brows and tried to pronounce his name: "Ra, Rato-"