The waves crashed dangerously close to Connor was he jumped from boulder to boulder, spotting a cave just a little bit away from jungle where he and Desmond left their other two comrades in the dust. The rocks were extremely wet, with slime growing on top of them, making it even more difficult to manage this simple trek to the rocky sanctuary. Desmond was left on the cliffs, watching out for any signs of Haytham or Charles. He didn't really have to explain to Desmond why he didn't like them. When he tried though, Desmond put his hand up and stated, "I know what they did to you and I know what they are. There's nothing new you can really tell me about them." It shocked Connor but then he slowly understood that he had someone that understood him. Felt nice and all but this task was more important. A huge wave came rolling, higher and higher it climbed, the dark waters now building into what looked like, a face? It was one that he seemed to recognize. A feminine face that was like a vulture's face but it was somewhat a beautiful. Connor's mind kind of stopped processing until he saw the wave come pretty close to the cave opening.
His mind flashed with sudden realization and he darted as fast as he could, jumping over boulders, skidding across the wet stones, the rocks digging into his hands as he climbed over towards the opening, desperate to beat the wave. Noticing that the wave was literally right on top of him, Connor used all his strength, energy, and momentum from swinging from ledge to ledge, he threw himself at the cave opening. Everything went in slow motion, the wave roared and hit the cliff side hard, Connor was swept into the surf, the hollowing ring of the water filling his ears, and the sudden but painful connection to his head. Everything went dark; nothing was there, except his mind drifted to something, something that he didn't really expect.
He was laying within the haystack, listening to the bells ring as guards looked for him, high and low but oblivious to the fact that he laid in a simple haystack, unwinding for the day. It wasn't the best place to be but at the moment, Connor didn't really care. He had been chased by guards, thieves stole most of his money and they somehow eluded him, Charles was no where in Boston, and he was being hunted down for killing most of his targets (which is not surprising in the earnest.) The hay was warm and inviting, making Connor feel at ease as he let his mind drift, falling into a deep sleep.
His first thoughts were his mother, he dark brown hair, the eyes the happily sparkled whenever she saw her son, whether playing with friends or just simply hunting. It was a welcoming thought but suddenly she changed. From her beautiful feminine features came this thin frame, black hair that had a fancy crown looking object, keeping the hair behind her. Golden orange eyes filled with deceit and hatred, a pointed nose in a beak shape, a white gown that fluttered sinisterly in the air. She was somewhat attractive if she had gotten rid of her atmospheric hatred.
Connor would've been shocked but he knew that this had to be a dream. For no such woman should've existed, right? Then he thought about it and realized it was the spirit that had made him go on this journey. This journey which made him feel like an outsider to the citizens of the newly created America and to his own people that were a part of him. He watched as she seemed to talk to what looked like a person cladded in metal as though molten metal had been poured over a human being. It rested upon a table, very white and bulky looking table that just didn't seem to fit quite right, not to mention the scenery. It was dark with side panels that glowed with a soft blue green hue that revealed that they were in some type of cave. It wasn't really ordinary for it had some kind of flooring, siding, and black crystals that gleamed in the light. It gave Connor goose bumps just to look around but the woman working with the body chilled him.
She was muttering something but she was poking the body with needles, metallic ropes that sparked with tiny fires dying on the metal floor, and it sounded like she was cursing just in a language he really couldn't understand. His eyes trailed to the body behind the muttering lady. It was the body of a man, roughly around his age with some facial features that kind of looked like Connor but with some different features. He was half naked, wearing only dark blue pants and his chest was ripped open, and it was like what predators often do in the forest do just to feed themselves and it was in their instincts to do. The spirit looked up at him, her eyes boring into his. Nothing had befallen her, it's as though Connor was invisible to her. She dropped her head once more, managing to balance a brain onto the set of needles and probes, delicately lowering it into the metal body. Connor's stomach flipped at the gore, he has dealt with gore but not in this kind of way. The brain was then removed and placed within the body, leaving blood smears on the shining silver body. This didn't bother Connor as much but still it was kind of disturbing on what he had just witnessed. The whole scene went black again and then he woke up.
He shook his head. Where was he? It was too dark to see for sure where he had gotten himself into. The texture under his hands was rough, semi dry and semi wet, it was a mix between the two. There was no light to adjust to, absolutely nothing to go off of. He had triggered his Eagle Vision but even then, it was useless. Connor picked himself, holding his ribs as he painfully stood, his legs straining from the sudden shock of the wave mixed with the now present ground. It was warm in here, so warm he would've stripped but he shook that out of his head. The native stood in the darkness, completely clueless on how to find a way out until the sound of feet echoed behind him.
Turning, Connor tried to adjust his eyes again but they didn't only to see something like a tiny orb of golden light float towards him. He raised an eyebrow, stretching out his hand to catch this little mysterious object. Even though it didn't have eyes or a face in this matter, you could tell that it looked at Connor's hand as though it was curiously peering at it as though he were foreign. He waited patiently, to see whether this light was going to land his palm or what else this little thing could be capable of. He tried to think of any stories that the Elders told him that could connect to this little light but it came up empty.
The light rested within Connor's hand, almost like a pet would when it found a comfortable place to sleep. Peering at this light, Connor tried to make more sense of it until a shadow caught his eye. He looked up and found Desmond standing there, completely dry. Desmond raised an eyebrow and the light immediately darted over to him, as though it was a faithful companion coming home. It zipped around the younger man's head, casting every angle of the men's shadows upon the walls. It dizzied Desmond to watch the little light zipped rapidly to and fro before nestling itself onto Connor's shoulder. He stood there, amazed but his face masking his emotion. It was an unconscious instinct, nothing that he really needed to hide but just to use against his enemies if they needed any information out of him.
Desmond chuckled and combed his dark hair with his fingers, glad to see Connor look bewildered. He knew Connor was trying to hide his amusement but it wasn't working. He worked with his ancestor too many times to see what even the tiniest eye movement revealed a certain emotion. Looking around, this place could be a very good base but the waves would actually put the whole party in danger. You see that opening where Connor jumped to, went into a tunnel that goes downwards and into a ten by ten room where Connor stood in the center.
The light floated softly past Desmond and then it jerked itself further upwards, leaving both of them in the dark. With no word uttered, the duo climbed out of the tunnel, following the faint light up to the surface where the ocean spurned and spitted very angry that it had lost its prey. The ocean slowly turned itself into an entity; the Assassin's watching it with an extreme interest but added with a sense of immediate endangerment. At first Desmond was confused on what's going on until the body started building details around the liquid body, there was a hitch in his breath as he recognized the person immediately. It was Juno.
Juno looked down upon both Assassins' a nasty smile already upon her thin lips. She bent over so that she stared at the Assassin's, Desmond slowly backing away and Connor as still as a statue. He was emotionless; he had already dealt with this woman. The spirit that told him to find the key and bury it in a safe place. So she wasn't much of a threat to him but by the scuffling of Desmond's retreating footsteps, she was not very kind to his comrade. Juno raised her hand, the form of a ball appearing all black and violet flame blazing the mysterious object. Grabbing his ancestors arm, Desmond yelled, "Let's go!" Connor had no choice but to follow as a shiver ran up his spine and the fact that Desmond seemed tough with his decision. They tried to run back to the jungle but a sudden barrier of black shadow appeared, wrapping and coiling themselves as though they were tentacles, ready to ensnare its prey within its slimy grip.
Juno's started laughing very evilly as she watched the men try to escape the barrier, going left and right only to encounter more tentacles. With appeasing eyes filled with a mischievous entertaining sparkle as they came charging at her, Desmond diving and Connor pulling out his tomahawk, the insignia of the blade glinting ferociously in the sunlight. The native demanded answers while the American was flying quickly towards the sea. Again Juno thought that this was simply too easy. She pulled her purple Soul Catcher out and beamed it at Desmond, the catcher suddenly shooting out tentacles that acted like whips, catching him around the ankles and the waist.
He gasped, the air rushing out from his lungs. That hurt, the whipping part, now paralyzing his legs, unable to move and his neck snapped. That whiplash wasn't an enjoyable pain and his voice was a heavy lead that glued itself in the middle of his throat, his mouth going dry with fear as he was hoisted up dramatically fast, faster than a wink of an eye. The main barrier which trapped the souls within this sinister orb oozed itself around Desmond, making him wiggle uncomfortably. It felt like he was being absorbed by jello. His discomfort continued to grow as it seem to be exploring his body like a woman would if he was going to get laid like he would sometimes do after he hooked up with a woman after he had a couple of drinks after his bar shift.
Desmond tried thrashing as violently as he could muster but slowly as he was brought into the core, his mind was getting foggier and foggier, and his body growing more tired, more relaxed. The jello feeling slowly subsided and it felt like he was being dipped into something smooth, unaware of the dark liquid that slowly transformed itself into appendages, wrapping around the man, having no problems on claiming him as their own. The last thinking thoughts that slowly came into his thoughts were calling, a blind calling for his Native American ancestor.
Connor looked on not in horror but in disbelief, Juno (or in his mind "The Spirit") had just taken his ancestor inside that weird prison, the scene of a man struggling then going still, appendages had grabbed and cloaked him in darkness before wiggling around as though they were satisfied by their meal. He crouched low, ready to fight but not before trying to reason with her.
"What is going on? I do not understand."
"You will never understand for he is the enemy. I fear that he has influenced you to the point where I have no choice but to efface you from this reality."
"But what has he done to deserve this type of death?"
"This isn't death though," she cooed, letting the Soul Catcher roll harmlessly on to the ground, landing on top of his feet. He stooped, picked it up, and peered inside. There was a mini man inside at the bottom, the tentacles on top, writhing around. It didn't look like Desmond was harmed but then again he wasn't too sure. The catcher started vibrating violently within his gloved hands. Connor dropped it, only because he had a bad feeling about holding it and immediately regretted that he had picked it up. He stepped back as the orb slowly got bigger and bigger until it was about the size of the water entity's face!
"His punishment isn't death but captivity for he is one of the keys to my freedom."
Connor could only gape at Juno, unaware of the tentacles from behind him start to slither behind him, leaving slime in the rocky shoreline. He was ready to strike, he crouched and with a war cry, he lunged but that didn't work. Twenty different pairs of tentacles grabbed him, suspending the distraught and perplexed man over the Soul Catcher. Juno leaned in, shrinking down to a smaller size, as big as him and grabbed his chin.
"I think I've just found a use for you." She retreated but not in time for Connor to throw his tomahawk at her forehead. Well water didn't act like a normal human skeleton like thought. It stuck to her forehead though. She grabbed the handle and yanked it right out. Not being affected by the weapon's purpose, she threw the tomahawk as hard and as far as she could, the weapon glinting as it went flying into the forest, landing beyond the human eye could see. All Connor was do was fight as he was dragged into the Soul Catcher, the jello feeling blowing his senses beyond recognition. The liquid filled his lungs, he couldn't breathe. The yell now becoming a struggle for air, still fighting for survival as he gasped in more liquid, mentally kicking himself for that simple logic.
Juno watched as he reached the center and waited for him to join her experiment but he was holding up a good fight against the other tentacles. It was taking too long as the native, bigger than the rest of his companions fought, stabbing them with his hidden blades, biting most of them away, and using the rope dart to put some of the creatures at bay. Fed up, Juno pointed one of her fingers at the man and instantly a blast of black light erupted, hitting its mark. The zap electrocuted Connor, only remembering as his mind rapidly took in the fighting, producing fighting techniques that Achilles taught him at the Homestead. Then a sudden light that sent so much pain done into his body that it was unbearable and lasted a couple of seconds before everything went dark.
Hey yeah sorry about Desmond, Connor, and the whole jello thing, it came to my mind and just rereading this kind of reminds me about the info my friends give me about hentai. Not to mention sometimes if I try to look up anime girls, sometimes it does have its…tentacles. It weirded me out but again sorry about that and please continue to read! Working on chapter 13! Love from The Cherryblossom Tree. 3
