Hola amigos!

There are only two chapters left after this one. And that makes me really sad.

Lightningpanda: Nooo, I wouldn't dare troll you guys. o.O And thanks :]

IAmOneMagicVortex: IKNOWRIGHT :O

The Forgotten Reader: hahaha. waitwhat. Coincedence? I think not! :D

MrJaffaJack: hahah, well I like OTT. And YES. In the next chapter that is going to happen. Well, the funeral.

Anonymous: Hahahahaha sorry, I just love me some cliffhangers =x

Crazy Old Me: Thank you you smexy person. Or is that weird to say?

Kris: Hahaha well I'm sorry. I knew all along that the poor boy was going to die. D=

RedSkinGirl: Step-dick. Nice one :} Well, in the next chapter there is going to be a confrontation between Jack and Step-dick/Corner-whining mom. =D

KenwayGirl: Yes, In the Cover Image Lesia is holding the three Templar Keys they had to take from the Templar brothers. And yes, that is really cool. And, you smelled it right. The end is very near, sadly.

And as usual, have a good day and enjoy!

The soft chirp of birds and the low sounds of footsteps flooded Lesia's senses. Her mind was fuzzy to the point that she became completely disoriented. Her body felt numb, her limbs were drained of all energy. She didn't feel any sort of pain – she almost felt at peace. The girl was fully aware of one thing and that was her heartbeat. Every beat tingled through her entire body. She felt it in her senses, her veins and her bones. This answered the obvious question that had risen in her mind:

Am I dead?

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes. At first, she saw nothing. The sudden light had been too bright for her eyes and she blinked a couple of times to get used to it. When her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a normal-sized bedroom accented with rays of sunlight that shone through an open window at her right. She wasn't in her own bedroom, though, but this room did look familiar to her somehow.

The walls of the bedroom only consisted of soft colours. Next to the closed door a really small bookcase was placed. A desk made of oak was positioned next to the bookcase. A couple of books and a lamp were put on it. The chair that matched the desk was used as a second wardrobe – a lot of clothes were thrown over it.

Lesia shifted in the soft, double bed she was lying in and suddenly an explosion of pain erupted from her shoulder. It spread itself through her entire body, making her feel dizzy.

She groaned, looking down on herself, realizing that her shoulder was bandaged and her left arm was in a sling. She tried to remember the last time she had her arm in a sling and then realized she never broke an arm.

The girl moved her head carefully and looked out of the window. The only thing she could see were the rooftops of the houses across from the house she was currently in and a clear blue sky. The birds had stopped chirping and there was no one in her room when she woke up. She wondered why.

Lesia tried to remember anything but her mind seemed to block it until her eyes, coincidently, were looking at a jeans that was resting on top of the chair. The pants seemed to be covered in some kind of... what?

An image flashed through her mind. Then another image shot through her fuzzy brain. She vaguely began to remember little bits and pieces and then it came all crashing down on her, her eyes staring blankly ahead as it did so.

When she finally remembered everything that had happened she felt a lot of different emotions, battling each other. Sorrow, anger and remorse were the ones that penetrated into her bones. Maybe if she went back to sleep she would wake up in the morning and realize it had all been a really bad dream?

She was about to lie down again when the door swung open and her father walked in. It didn't take him long to realize she was up and looking at him. For a second he stood still, processing this while his eyes were filled with relief.

Then, he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to her.

'You're up. How are you feeling?' His voice was soft and his face was graced with a couple of bruises.

It finally occurred to Lesia that she was in her father's house. She was lying in his bed. The reason that she at first didn't recognize this room was because she never entered his bedroom.

'Like crap,' she replied, quite truthfully. Her eyes studied him for a moment and it occurred to her that he was sitting really straight and his movements had been a little slow. Not to mention the tiredness he dragged with him. He seemed a little pales than usual and, for some reason, he looked older.

'Are you okay?' she asked concerned.

Jack smiled shortly. 'I am fine. Jenkins stabbed me in the stomach but, luckily, no organs were damaged.'

Lesia narrowed her eyes while she thought about Jenkins – a name she hadn't heard before. And then remembered the two men the Assassins came with had been possessed by the Apple of Eden.

A moment of silence passed between the two while Lesia tried to order her thoughts.

'So,' she started quietly, 'what happened after I... you know, passed out? How did I get here?'

'Well, I carried you to the car and Ezio came with us. Jenkins, Sully, Altaïr and Edward stayed there. Jenkins told me he found Logan's laptop behind one of the doors, it was completely destroyed. I believe Jenkins called some of his friends to help them clean up the place.'

Lesia frowned. 'To clean up the place?' she repeated slowly, not knowing what he meant by that.

Jack nodded. 'Yes. Morton was a famous man. And Logan had a mother. She has to know that her husband and child died. And because the world cannot know about the Asssassin-Templar war, Jenkins made it look like Morton and Logan died in their own house and that a burglar broke into the place, shooting them for some money.'

Lesia's heart broke into two pieces when she thought about Lindsey, Logan's mother. She lost a husband and a child. The poor woman lost everything over one night. She didn't even know that Morton hated his own child and killed him.

'Lindsey wasn't home then?'

Jack sighed. 'No, she wasn't.'

Lesia nodded quietly while she thought about the Hayward family. She thought about Logan especially. She missed him already. She missed his arrogant comments or the facts he, out of nowhere, blurted out. But overall she just missed Logan, her dear friend.

Jack had seen the change in expression and reckoned her thoughts. He placed his hand gently on her knee while gazing her sympathetically.

'Logan is gone,' she said quietly, finally fully realizing what this meant. Her vision started to blur.

'He is.' Her father spoke calmly.

'Logan is gone,' she repeated. Her heart was aching and she felt it through her entire body. Every vein was hurting – her mind was a mess. 'Lindsey is fooled, soon the Assassins have to leave us, my mother is lying in a goddamn hospital,' the tears were streaming down her cheeks before she even knew it, 'and Logan is gone.' Her voice was fragile – almost inaudible. 'He is gone,' she sobbed while her father carefully put his arms around her and held her close, trying not to hurt her shoulder. But Lesia couldn't care less about that pain – she didn't even feel that pain. She would never see Logan again, and that thought pained her. That thought was the only thing she knew – that thought pressed like a heavy weight on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Her tears disappeared in her father's clothing while he gave her a shoulder to cry on.

'I can't live with them anymore,' she whispered quietly between sobs. 'I can't live with my mother or stepfather. They don't understand. I can't...'

Her father was stroking her back gently. 'We'll figure something out. You don't have to worry about that.'

She just nodded silently.

Jack put his keys down on a cabinet as he entered his living room. He greeted Altaïr and Ezio who were sitting on the couch, watching TV. Edward had accompanied him on the journey to Lesia's home where the pirate replaced the cupboard he had shot at his arrival. Jack had to get some fresh clothes for her and, in the process, found her phone on the floor. She had told him that the Assassin robes (and Edward's pistols) were lying under her bed in a plastic bag, so he had taken that with him.

Jack was just putting the things he was holding on the kitchen table while Edward plopped down on one of the couches. It amazed him how fast the Assassins were healing. He had given them some medicine, of course, but it seem to work with them. Then again, their bodies had never been exposed to any of the things the people nowadays used daily.

Jack was about to head upstairs towards Lesia when she was suddenly standing in the doorway. She was wearing a sweatpants that was too big for her and a sweater that didn't fit either. Her hair was messy and her left arm wasn't in the sleeve.

'Hey,' Jack said a little surprised. 'Why aren't you in bed?'

The Assassins turned around to look at Lesia who first glanced back before saying:

'Don't take this personally, but your room is not exactly fun to look at all day,' she answered with a soft smile.

Jack nodded knowingly and then gestured towards the couch. 'Sit down. Can I get you something from the kitchen?'

Lesia slowly made her way towards one of the couches and sat down next to Ezio who studied her for a moment.

'No thanks. I'm good.'

Jack was about to make himself a glass of water when he remembered something. 'Oh! I got your phone today. I don't think it's on, though. You smacked the life out of that thing when it hit the wall.' He grabbed the phone out of his bag and walked over to where Lesia was sitting.

'How'd you know I threw it against a wall?' she cocked her head a little while taking her phone and turned it on.

'Due to the hole in the wall it was pretty obvious,' Edward answered.

Lesia frowned while she switched her gaze between Edward and her father. When she realized they weren't joking, she sighed. 'My stepfather is going to kill me.' She looked down on her phone and quirked a brow when she saw the missed calls she had.

'What is it?' Altaïr asked as he saw her troubled expression.

She blinked. 'I am not sure...' Her stepfather had called her twelve times in the past three days. She was aware of the fact that, after the night she was shot, she had been sleeping for two days. Yesterday was the first day she had woken up and talked to her dad.

It was odd that her stepfather had been calling her this much. And that bothered her deeply.

Lesia called her stepfather back and gazed the floor nervously as it rang.

'So, you're finally calling back.' Her stepfather's voice sounded disapprovingly.

'Yes. So, what's up?' She didn't want to make a problem about anything at the moment. She didn't want to fight with her stepfather, but he just had to be a bitch about it.

'No, no, no, no, no. You don't get to what's up me. I have been calling you for three days on behalf of your mother. When I call you, you pick up the phone. Am I clear? What can possibly be more urgent than your mother in a hospital?' His voice was filled with anger and annoyance.

'I got shot and almost bled to death.'

Her father winced upon hearing her reply and narrowed his eyes as he stared her down.

'Oh ha-ha. Funny are we? Your mother is in a hospital! This is not a funny time. Why does everything has to be about you? Can't you just, for one moment, think about someone else?'

Lesia closed her eyes upon hearing the false accusation. She couldn't handle her stepfather at the moment. Not in her state and mood right now. 'Can you just shut the fuck up before I scratch your eyeballs out with my toenails and feed them to the birds. And for fuck's sake, get my mother on the phone.'

It was silent at the other end of the phone. Lesia didn't know if her stepfather was about to hang up or that her mother was fighting to get the phone, but she got what she wanted, eventually.

'Hello? Lesia?' The voice of her mother sounded a little out of breath.

'Hey, mom. Are you alright?'

'I'm fine, sweetie. They moved me to another hospital near home and I wanted you to come visit, but you didn't pick up the phone. It doesn't matter now, because I'll be coming home tomorrow.'

'Tomorrow?!' Lesia said in disbelief. She wasn't ready to face them so soon. How the hell was she supposed to explain her arm? Or the bruises in her face? Or the fact that she didn't want to live with them anymore? Her mother would be heartbroken and her stepfather furious.

'Yes! Isn't that great, sweetheart?' Her mother's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

'Oh, that is fantastic.' Lesia didn't even try to hide the sarcasm in her voice.

'I see that your stepfather wants to talk to you again so I've got to go. Bye!'

Lesia ended the call immediately after her words and placed her phone onto her lap. She had no desire to talk to the pig at the moment.

Her father had poured himself a glass of water and was sitting at the kitchen table, watching her. 'So, tomorrow they are coming home?'

She nodded slowly.

'Well, Logan's funeral is tomorrow. And I belief Lindsey wants you to be there.' He waved with a big envelope he had gotten from her home.

A knock on the front door took away the words she wanted to say and Jack stood up from the table and walked over towards the door.

A moment later Jenkins and Sully entered the living room, both with grim faces. Jenkins' arm was in a sling and Sully was slightly limping. Both of their faces were covered in bruises.

'I just wanted to say that, now the Templar Grand Master is gone, most of the Templars are going to Europe. So, the United States is secured for now.' Jenkins glanced around the room. 'Also, none of us can talk about Logan and Morton's death. They were brutally murdered in their houses. We've taken care of the rest of the bodies. Then, my next question, when are you planning to leave us?' He gave the Assassins a questioning look.

'Tomorrow,' Jack answered because the Assassins had no idea. 'Their wounds aren't fully healed but they get there. I believe the sooner the better because their presence in this world isn't doing any good for both past and future.'

Jenkins nodded in agreement. 'Alright then. We'll say our goodbyes now because we won't see you again.'

So they did. Jenkins and Sully said goodbye to the Assassins – Jenkins even said take care to her. Sully was the one who was almost in tears by saying goodbye. Tomorrow she would be doing the same. And she was probably the one who would cry her heart out about it. All of her summer friends were gone by tomorrow. She had to be at Logan's funeral, say goodbye to the Assassins and face her mother and stepfather.

Tomorrow would be the worst day of her life.