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Fated Meeting

27rd of December, 1777
1 Year and 9 Months after Arrival

"Careful! Don't stomp on it. Otherwise, you are going to fall down again." I yell up at Cecilia.

She glares at me. "I know! I got it!"

Nearly a year had past since I saved Cecilia in New York, and made her my recruit. She had come a long way since then. She knew how to fight, how to hide in plain sight, and how to survive. I was proud of her progress, as was Connor, who assisted in her training. But I was also proud in my own development.

Often times, Connor and I had to separate, he would go to Boston, and I would head for New York. There, I stopped growing Templar Interests, and recruited Deborah "Dobby" Carter. I had grown into a leader of the Assassins, a sort of Second-in-command for Connor. I liked the respect I was given, but I was never more then any other recruit.

Cecilia, after practicing her climbing and running on the branches of a tree, finally climbed down. Cecilia cut her hair down to a little past shoulder length, and wore a hunters suit, similar to what I have. She looks at me with a look of annoyance, but also patient learning.

"You must be light on your feet on the branches." I said, teaching how Connor taught me. "That way, A) your target will not hear your approach, and B) you wont leave an indent or break the branch, either falling, or at the least, letting your target know you are there."

She sighs, but nods. Training has been tough for her, but she has made good progress. She was still uncertain in some aspects of the training, but that will change as time passed. Before I continue the lesson, I hear a sound behind me, and as I turn, Connor is walking towards us.

"Hello, Connor. Come to observe the training?" I said in a friendly matter. Connor often came to training, to observe our progress, and lending aid when he thought it required. Whenever I was away, he would take over Cecilia's training, teaching her with the other recruits. But today was not about training.

"Not now, I'm afraid. Marcus, I could use your assistance in tracking down Church. Will you help me?" I look at him, remembering the part of the game that was coming up; Connor meets his father while looking for Church. "Of course, Connor. Let me finish my lesson with Cecilia, and I will meet you at the edge of the Homestead."

He nods, then turns to leave. As he walks away, Cecilia looks at me. "So I guess we are done for now?" I look at her, smile at her words. "For now, yes. You have been spared going through the trees again." She exaggerates a breath of relief, and we both laugh. We smile and enjoy each others company all the way back to the mansion

We get a drink and rest in the living room of the House. Achilles shuffles around here and there. We have not spoken much since our heated words nearly a year ago, regarding Cecilia's training. Frankly, I didn't have anything to say to him. I meant what I said then, and I stand by my words today. I was brought out of my thoughts at the ringing of the clock. The time is 1:00 in the afternoon. Time to catch up with Connor.

I say my goodbyes, and head to the Frontier...

Valley Forge,
2 days later

I sit near one of the fires here at Valley Forge, while Connor talks with Washington. Hard to believe that I am near the man who would our first U.S President. Kinda cool. I'm speaking with the Marquis De Lafayette, when Connor approaches. "Marcus, it is time to go." I look up at him. "We have a lead on where Church is hiding out?" He nods, "Yes. Let's move before he escapes through our fingers." Nodding at him, we mount our horses and ride into the forest.

The ride is uneventful, save for a pack of wolves. Our horses rear in fear, stamping their hooves into the ground as the pack circles around us. I quickly dismount my horse and stand still, the growls getting closer. I look at Connor and nod at him. I hand him the leads of my horse and he takes off; I would deal with the pack and catch up. I stare straight, my hands flexing, popping my knuckles and wrists, keeping them loose. I realize that I'm holding my breath, and as I exhale, they pounce.

I extend my hidden blades, crouching as 2 wolves attack on either side of me. Acting quickly, I stab my blade into the wolf on my left, for it was the closest, then I step back, the wolf on my right passing in front of me, my right blade finding its mark behind its head. A sound behind me, I retrieve my blades and duck down, the third wolf passing over my head, but as its front paws landed, my hands reach out, fast as lightning, gripping the wolf's hind legs. A brief yelp followed by a growl, the wolf tries to snap at me, but using my strength, I pull the wolf back, then up, then pivoting on my right heel, I swing the wolf around. At the apex of the turn, I release the wolf, and he sails for 3 feet, into the 4th wolf, both being thrown into a nearby tree, the extra weight crushing the 4th wolf and breaking several bones of the one I threw.

I heard the next wolf coming, but as I turn to face it, a wolf on my left jumped onto me, biting into my left forearm. A grunt of pain escapes my, as I feel the teeth sink into the meat of my arm, I pull my right hand back, and I punch the wolf between eyes, forcing it to let go of me. It fell to the ground, dazed, as I crouched down and sank a hidden blade into its side, puncturing its heart. I stand, and turn to face the 6th and last wolf. He was bigger than others, eyes sharp, his white coat of fur standing as he stared me down. I was facing the Alpha.

We circled each other, staring into each others eyes. He growled, and punched at me. I roll out of the way, kicking my leg out, kicking him to the side. As I stand to face him, I feel fangs slip into my leg. Yelling in pain, I look down to see that the wolf I threw a moment ago had quietly maneuvered around the fight and snuck up behind me. My focus distracted, the Alpha jumps at me again, and this time, he lands on me, causing me to stumble and fall onto the wolf biting my leg, a sickening crunch following, the pressure on my leg ceasing. The alpha tries to bite me, but I keep it at a distance with my hands, as I try to counter. A plan comes to my mind, as I thrust my hand forward into the Alpha's mouth, gripping its lower jaw, his fangs digging into my hands, but I ignore the pain as I push his head, exposing his neck. I place my free hand on his neck, and I extend my hidden blade straight into his neck. A yelp of pain escaped the Alpha, as I felt the pressure on my hand lessen, the wolf losing its strength as his body seemed to lower down onto my chest, as if standing was too much to handle.

I feel saddened as his eyes meet mine, a pain in his eyes. But I feel a sort of...connection, a flicker of recognition in the Alpha's eyes, as if he accepted that I had killed him. After a moment passed, the light of his eyes dimmed until the life in them was gone. I gently push the wolf off of me, remembering the pain in my arm, hand and leg. I inspect my wounds; the leather padding of my coat protected my arm from most of the bite, but some teeth punctured the padding, and in turn my arm. The other wolf bit into the leather of my tall boot, and same with my arm, only a few teeth got through it, not giving me serious damage. My hand though throbbed in pain, as I took off my glove to see that blood poured out of the teeth marks running along my the front and back of my hand. I thrust my hand into the snow, the cold stinging the wound, but dropping the temperature in my throbbing hand, slowing the blood flow some. After that, I pull out a tonic from my belt, pulling out the cork in the bottle, and carefully pouring some of the liquid onto the wound. It stung like hell, but it had the desired effect, as the throbbing pain dissipated and the blood flow slowed further.

I carefully wrap my hand in bandages, then put the glove back on. Looking back to the Alpha, his coat was a beautiful pure snow white, save for the small splash of blood on his neck. A beautiful pelt, nonetheless. Extending my blade to the pivot point, I carefully skin the Alpha wolf. I later skin 2 of the other wolves, but knew that I didn't' have time to take all the pelts. I packed the pelts away and make my way down the road to meet up with Connor.

1 Hour Later

I meet up with Connor soon after finishing with the wolf pack. He had been looking for clues and trails, but had found an area which Church could be in. We search the area and find an old abandoned building. We look at each other, and carefully approach the building. There are tracks in the snow, meaning that there was a wagon of goods, supplies here. We go inside and look around, finding nothing but an empty crate or 2. I know what is about to happen, and as I quietly prepare a hidden blade, Haythem Kenway, Grandmaster of the Colonial Templars, jumps down onto Connor.

Connor grunts. "Father" Haythem smirks, extending a hidden blade. "Connor. Any last words?" "Wait." "A poor choice." Before either one could do anything, I tackle into Haythem's side, pushing him off, rolling on the ground with him. We both stand, and I make the first move, throwing a straight jab at him. He side steps, extending his own hand, punching me across the cheek, but I retaliate, grabbing and pulling his extended hand, pulling him closer and decking him back. He stumbles back, and as I try to attack again, he turns on his heel, hidden blade extended, a swipe incoming, with the intent on slitting my throat. I step back but not fast enough, for instead of slicing my throat, his hidden blade cuts into my face, a gash from my right cheek, going across my nose, and ending at the edge of my left eyebrow. I yell in pain, stumbling backwards as blood seeps from my wound. Haythem advances, but stops as Connor stands before him, a wall daring him to try to get around him. "Enough!" Haythem and I breath heavily for a moment, before Haythem puts away his blade, his stance become non hostile.

He and Connor spoke for a moment, while I tended to my wound. My face hurt, and it hurt more as I drank some more of the tonic and dumped 2 bottles worth into the gash. A groan of pain escaped me, but I did my best to bear it. A moment later, Connor approaches and helps me tend to my wound. "It is a little deep. You will have a scar." I smirk. "Oh well. Maybe this scar will help me look more like a man." Connor smirks at my words, and carefully applied a sealant over my gash, which would clean it of infection and help speed up the healing process, then he places a small bandage cloth over it. I sighed as the cloth somewhat blocked my vision. "I'm no use to you with this blocking my sight Connor. As much as I hate the thoughts, you will have to go without me, and worse, you have to go with Him." I nod at Haythem, a glare at him following after.

I sigh again, and I stand up. "I'll head back to the homestead, get the good doctor to patch me up. I'll be back in the fight before you know it." Connor was uneasy with being alone with his father, and even if Haythem didn't show it, I knew he felt the same way. But I knew they needed some time together. We gather outside the abandoned house , and I mount my horse. I look down at Connor, and I grab his outstretched arm. "Hunt well, Connor. Find this Templar and show him an assassin's blade." He nodded at me, then at Haythem, and both set off to find clues to where Church left with the supplies. My feet dug into my horses sides, and I was Homestead bound...

Davenport Homestead,
4 Days later

My face stung like hell. I arrived home the day before yesterday, and have since been in the house, letting the good Dr. White tend to my wound. He properly cleaned it, and had set decent bandaging on it. He told me it would take weeks, even months, to heal properly. But that didn't matter to me. I went outside often, enjoying the fresh air, mixed with the smell of hot coffee and fresh food that carried on the wind from the inn down the road. I watched Cecilia train; even though I was out of the fight for the moment, I wasn't going to let a scratch like this stop me from training the recruits.

Cecilia had impressed me; she had walked, run across, even jumped from tree branch to tree branch, leaving only the smallest of dents in the bark. She had gotten it down in he days after I left with Connor. She was working had today, but I didn't let her work for long. I had decided to give her a break. "Cecilia, that is enough. Come down." She looked down at me, then carefully climbed down. "What's wrong? Did I make a mistake?" I shook my head at her. "No. No, you were perfect. You got the movements down flat. I am very proud. So I think your reward is a break for the rest of the day." She sighed in relief at the new, and I couldn't help but laugh as we headed back to the house.

As we walked, I didn't even feel that my arm had gone around Cecilia's shoulder. Even more so, I failed to notice that she didn't push my arm away.

6th of February, 2015
8 months into Coma

I lay in my hospital bed, unaware that my mother and father were standing by my bed, looking down at me. I seemed content, like I was in the middle of a fantastic dream. A knock on the door caused them to look up, to see a doctor standing there. He had an average build, short cropped hair, a goatee, and glasses, and he looked like he was in his early to mid 30's. "Mr. and Mrs. Trainer. Hello, my name is Dr. Alex Fitzgerald." He extended his hand, and my father shook it, then my mother. "I wanted to inform you that your son is doing a lot better then he did when he came in." My mother nodded. "We can see that, Doctor. Thank you." Dr. Fitzgerald inclined his head, then looked at me. "Please, tell me, cause I don't understand the whole story. He was in the middle of class, then he collapsed?" My father nodded. "His teacher said he shot up from his seat, clutching his arm like he was badly hurt, moved to the classroom door to leave, and collapsed and passed out just as he walked out."

The doctor looked at me intently, like staring at me would reveal the secrets of what happened. "Interesting." He looked at me, then at my parents. "Well then, I won't intrude any longer. Have a good day." "You too, Doctor. Thank you." Dr. Fitzgerald walked out of the room, an unreadable look on his face, as he moved his hand up to trace his fingers on his medallion, wondering his next orders will be.


TC-MANGE HERE! Oooh, what's with that Doctor in the real world huh? What does that Medallion of his symbolize? For everyone his is wondering what it looks like, this is what it is.

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I do not own this picture, any drawings, anything. Anyway...

Marcus has been pulled from the fight, leaving Connor with Haythem. Will they get along as they did in the game, or will they be at each other's throats more than usual? And what will happen with Marcus and Cecilia? Could this be the beginning of a relationship? An more importantly...Who is Dr. Alex Fitzgerald, and what does the story behind his Medallion mean for Marcus' Future?