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Chapter Fifty- Three: Revenge is Not Always Sweet

Have you ever fallen asleep and woken up, and had it feel like only a moment? That you utterly denied the fact that you had already slept? It was all too sudden? Too quick?

That's what it felt like for Connie.

Cracking open her eyes, she looked around her surroundings, trying to recall where she had fallen asleep. She would have been surprised, but honestly this occurrence had happened to many times for that to even happen.

She was in the past again... More specifically the jail cell she had occupied several days ago.

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Wait?

Jumping up from her spot on the dirt covered ground; she hurriedly looked around for Altair. Glad that she wasn't chained any longer. The last time she saw him was on the hill and he looked so... lifeless.

What had happened? Usually she never remembered going to the past, or even how she got there. But this time she had woke up and witnessed it occurring... so much pain...

Why had that happened? Shaking her head she stumbled up from the floor, her body feeling stiff and tense.

"Altair?" Called Connie silently, not wanting to attract Neal's attention if he were near. She was met with silence, and her brow furrowed further as worry set in. Maybe something had gone wrong?

She couldn't see as she once could in the cell, the torch that was normally lit extinguished; and the burrow was dark. Her hazel eyes shifted back and forth across the cell trying to gage what her situation was currently at.

White caught her attention in the darkness, and she quickly scrambled over to the pile of cloth, almost certain it had to be Altair... even though it wasn't moving...

Falling to her knees her hands came upon the cloth and immediately noticed the warmth they brought forth. Relief was felt as the body rolled over and she saw his face. Slowly Connie brought her hand up to his face, landing it on his strong jaw, and feeling the slight stubble there.

His lips set forth a soft groan as his eyes fluttered open, and immediately caught Connie's. She smiled in the darkness not sure if he could see, but she faintly saw him smile back.

"Are you alright?" she asked, bringing forth her concerned thoughts from earlier. But that wasn't the only thing. How the heck was Altair in her cell? She wasn't complaining, it was an added benefit to their situation but nonetheless she was interested.

"Fine," he stated, getting up rather quickly from his spot on the stone floor of the cell. Connie nodded as she got up herself and moved to give him room to get up.

Looking around beside each other Connie broke the silence once again.

"How did this happen? Were in the same cell." questioned Connie before laughing and expressing her earlier thoughts. "Not like I'm complaining though," she continued, brushing past Altair and walking to the cell door, trying to see down the hall outside her cell. There was only one torch lit, making her assume none of the men that went to go search for the treasure were back yet. That left them some time.

Feeling down her robe she checked for her guns, and quickly looked to see Altair with his hand on his robe as well.

"The guards should be coming soon right? They said they would be coming in the morning... if I remember correctly."

"I believe that's correct," nodded Altair, coming to stand beside her in the dark cell, looking out as well for any signs of people coming.

"I say we just wait for them to come... they should be back soon, and if I'm correct, they might be in a rather bad mood... not to mention it's much easier," considered Connie, hand gripping the cell bars. Trying to get out would take too long, they were better off waiting for the templar's to open the cell themselves when they came back.

"We also have the advantage of being in the same cell now. An unexpected surprise that gives us more ground," continued Altair, watching Connie fidget nervously where she stood; he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you worried?"

"Not so much worried but unsure. Before we got caught we were travelling to Damascus, what if something like this happens again? Whoever sent them knows where were going... What happens if something bigger happens an-" she was cut off by a finger coming to her lips, hushing her.

"Even if that is so, we have the advantage of the guns, something no one has nor can imagine." Calmed Altair, however Connie just shook her head in the negative.

"Guns are not the answer to everything Altair; they can only do so much. We only have limited ammunition and with the soon to be battle here, there won't be enough for another big confrontation. We don't have our bag," she finished with a sigh, resting her head on the cell bars.

"What luck we stumbled upon." Whispered Altair, his voice actually sarcastic as he shook his head. Connie almost laughed, but she felt to tense for even a chuckle.

"They're going to be pissed when they come back aren't they?" asked Connie.

"I assume so," answered Altair, ears and eyes trained on the dark hall. "Great," muttered Connie, watching him closely for any signs that he heard trouble; she wasn't sure if she wanted him to hear the templar's coming back at all.

"You can just kill them, it wo-" he was cut off at that moment as a big crash, plenty of yelling shortly followed by heavy footsteps coming to the cell.

"That doesn't sound good..." whispered Connie. Watching as Altair quickly moved to the corner of the cell; the surrounding shadows hiding him fairly well.

"WHERE IS THAT WENCH?" came the booming voice of a man, the footsteps becoming louder as the sound of deep breathing could be heard. This doesn't sound good to me... thought Connie, backing away from the cell to come standing beside the chair in the middle of the room...the only one that was left.

Suddenly there was a big bang against the cell, and Connie jumped, eyes quickly focusing on where the sound had come from. The guard that was yelling had whipped a chair at the cell, causing it to snap and fall to the floor in big pieces.

"YOU! How dare you lie, I will make you pay for fooling us!" he yelled as he motioned for more guards.

Connie suddenly saw Neal behind the loud guard who she faintly remembered... his name however escaped her mind...not like she really cared.

"That's enough Dante," said Neal before pointing at Connie with narrowed eyes. She could see the anger in his eyes but his voice stayed in a calm tone. "Leading us astray as you did was not a smart idea woman."

Suddenly the crowd of templar's broke and a man came through, looking directly to Neal.

"The assassins gone!" he gasped, fear was evident in his tone. Before Neal could comment, Dante smirked, turning back towards Connie.

"Seems like your assassin left you to die, how noble of him." He laughed, sneering at her as he leaned against the bars towards her.

"Fuck you." Stated Connie in slight anger.

The thought of him leaving her was something she couldn't imagine much less believe. She knew Altair was behind her, but such an assumption of him gone was too odd. Her language towards them seemed to shock them however; Connie didn't care too much though. He would never leave her...

She didn't know how they hadn't seen him, they were idiots and they were going to die idiots.

Dante suddenly grabbed the keys from Neal beside him and fumbled with the cell door opening it as he sneered once again; clearly angered by her comment.

"I'll make you wish for your death," he said, giving her a glare as he walked in. It seemed at that moment that he finally realised the he was at a huge disadvantage as he saw Altair in the corner move forward. His face changed to one of pure horror.

Connie took that moment to whip out her guns, hearing Altair's safety go off before her own. She aimed her gun at Dante and smiled. She felt nothing at that moment; she had endured him coming at her with a chair not to mention all the things they put her and Altair through... she didn't care anymore.

"it was nice talking to you," she said as her finger hit the trigger with no remorse. The shot rang throughout the room and all was silent, Connie's bullet going through his head and hitting the wall behind him. His body was already on the floor; haven hit it from the force of the blow.

Altair came to a stop beside her and gave her a glance. He wasn't sure if she would actually shoot anyone... he seemed to have been wrong by the expressionless features she wore as she held the gun in the same place she had aimed to shoot Dante.

All the other templar's stood in silence at the scene which had just unfolded before them. They had no idea what a gun was, and faced with what it could do the shock had left them standing in shock. In those very moments, Connie and Altair began walking forward, before Neal out of it.

"Kill them!" he shouted, weary eyes watching them as he drew his sword along with the other men.

With no mercy, the duo suddenly fired. Connie quickly aimed for Neal's leg and shot him there, and watched as he crumpled to the ground in pain; he would be of use later.

Walking forward Connie and Altair began shooting the crowd. Connie was surprised at how well Altair was shooting, he hadn't missed once, nor had he wasted any bullets... He learned fast.

They didn't give a second glance to any of the dead bodies on the floor as we walked by, reloading their guns. They were close to the stairs to head up when four more templar's came rushing down, all falling the rest of the way as they were met with the bullets from their guns.

When no they could hear no one coming any more, Connie dropped her gun, looking down to the floor and seeing the mess. Closing her eyes, she heard the groan of Neal from in front of the cell and suddenly stalked towards him.

This whole situation felt wrong, but she brushed those thoughts aside. The utter power she felt at the moment was over whelming. Every time she came to this time she always felt weak and helpless... But not at this moment. She knew how wrong this situation was, weapons of this destruction didn't belong... but she just couldn't help it...

She walks up to him and points her gun at his face. Face completely blank, even with all the blood around the room.

"Who told you about us?" she asked suddenly. The thoughts of someone setting them up kept popping into her head. She didn't like it one bit. They had been attacked too many times, on so many occasions... not to mention they seemed to think they had an orb of some sort. Connie just wanted to know who was messing with them, and almost costing them their lives each time.

"w-w-what?" stuttered the man.

"Who. Sent. you." Connie asked again, spacing out her words. Altair stood by her side, watching intently as the situation unfolded.

"No one di-d." Connie pressed the gun to his head now.

"You want to die don't you?" she asked innocently. Altair stared at her, face expressionless but thoughts racing. When did Connie get this ruthless? Perhaps it was a side of her that only came out when she was threatened... it was clear that someone knew about them and wanted something from them. But what they wanted was something they did not have.

"No! I know nothing!"

"You see this weapon?" Neal nodded fast, eyes focusing on the mental contraption pressed against his forehead.

"It shoots a object through your body," she continued as she blew a piece of hair out of her face.

"Now imagine me shooting you in each of your limbs, leaving you to bleed out. i will follow through with that if you don't tell me anything."

His eyes were wide as he stared up at her now, clearly weighing his options if he had any.

"If you tell me the truth, I may let you live," finished Connie, pressing the gun harder against his head.

Altair was watching the scene unfold silently. He was intrigued by her tactics...much like he got answers, but with a blade. He killed them though; as he had no other choice.

"Enough! I know not who ordered it directly; I just know what I had to do!" Connie smirked and urged him to go on.

"We were told of your location and that you carried an orb, and that it was needed. we were to get it and hold onto it until someone came to get it. I know not who." Explained Neal quickly.

"Is that all?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes! That's all I know!" he said, trembling now. Connie smirked and pulled her gun away from his head, turning away.

Altair stared at her, was she really going to let him live? That was really unwise, no doubt whoever was going to see if they got the orb would be coming soon, if not a day later. they could not know anything about them.

Altair noticed that Neal was smiling, a shot was heard then however, and t took Altair a second to register where.

Connie had whipped around and shot him in the crotch. Neal was yelling in pain on the ground, and Connie simply ignored it as she walked away. He guessed he would bleed out now... in a most uncomfortable spot...

Turning he walked after Connie. she should have just killed him properly, end his suffering. But Altair just walked away; an enemy was an enemy. They showed him no kindness and he as well would do the same.

They walked towards a door at the top of the stairs that looked like the exit, it wasn't, it was a door to the kitchen.

"Heh, they had a kitchen and not once did they give us any proper food. assholes." Said Connie. But then again if I had prisoners' I wouldn't give them food every day either Connie chuckled, thinking back.

"Pay attention, we need to find an exit now before more come, and we have to use more ammo." scolded Altair watching her intently. She had changed her mood drasitcally in a few minutes.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry," said Connie as she ran to another door and opened it, she could hear Neal groaning in pain, and wanted to leave... before she was faced with what she did.

There weren't many doors and there was only the basement and this floor, so when she found the exit she wasn't surprised that it was that easy to find.

"See, found It." laughed Connie as she walked out with a smile on her face. As she walked out further she had no idea that there was a guard behind a hay pile right outside the door, who was now following behind Connie with his sword raised in a silent cry.

Altair acted fast, he whipped out his throwing knives and threw one directly into the guards neck killing him easily. Connie whipped around completely caught off guard by the site of the dead guard at her feet.

"I told you to pay attention, did I not?" stated Altair as he walked out the entrance towards Connie pulling her by the hand towards the sound of horses. Such a stupid mistake she had made... he was suddenly worried on what could occur if she was left alone and something like this happened again. He squeezed her hand at the thought. He didn't like that thought.

Connie looked down, "I'm sorry."

"Just listen next time will you," scolded Altair; Connie nodded as she as well started listening to the horses.

"Do you think they have our horses?" asked Connie, still a little depressed.

Altair still holding her hand squeezed it again, answering. "Most likely, it would be rather stupid for them to kill two well trained horses because of the fact that we owned them."

"True ...," replied Connie looking at their hands absently. She hoped Lily was here, she was her horse after all... Even though she did not actually own her.

Altair noticed her look towards their intertwined hands, and just like that he removed his hand from hers and walked over to a horse that looked like his; a slight frown on his face.

It was like he only let go because he thought she wasn't fond of it; still staring at her hand she looked at Altair, who was looking at her. She looked out of it...just standing there. The occurred events finally hit her then and she brought a hand to her head, sighing. The blood on her robes was a little too much... For her to ignore its presence.

"That was really intense..." said Connie falling in exhaustion to her knees. She knew she wasn't tired but... She had without a doubt of repercussion,... she had just shot down anyone in her way.. Without much feeling, without much thought... she had just wanted to get out...

Taking a deep breath Connie shut her eyes to calm her nerve. She heard Altair's steps coming towards her, and a soft hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Are you well?" he asked, and Connie's head turned to his soft voice and slowly fluttered open her eyes to be met with his golden ones.

"I'm fine..." commented Connie, getting up on one knee before taking hold of the offered warm hand that was in front of her.

They stood there for a moment, in silence. She wasn't sure what was going through Altair's head, but she hoped he didn't think her weak... she wasn't like him... couldn't do the things he did. She wasn't a killer... and even with her trying to be prepared for everything. That hall of cells below...was now a pit of death and blood. And she did not want to think about it any longer, even if they had wronged them. Pushing slightly away from Altair she started looking around.

"Connie look for a horse," he commanded, turning away once more. Frowning she only nodded and gave an "okay."

Suddenly there was a loud screech and both Connie and Altair turned towards the sound. A horse had busted there wooden gate open and was now rushing over to Connie. Panicking, she jumped out of the way; the horse however, had stopped right before her previous spot.

Looking towards the horse, Connie suddenly realised who it was.

" LILY!" called Connie as she ran over to her and hugged the horses neck, she wasn't sure if horses liked this or not, but lily didn't protest... letting go Connie started petting her snout.

Horses were one of the constants in her life; they were the things that she had in her time and his. Lily to her was a lot more than just a horse that she liked, and those mixed feelings were why she acted this way with her most of the time.

"Good girl," said Connie smiling as she looked over to Altair. He was at a white horse and was just climbing onto it now. He looked to her then as he trotted over; most likely he wanted her to hurry up and get on the horse. They were already saddled and everything, so she didn't know why he was being impatient... That gave them a little more time.

"Connie, we don't have time to waste..." he said slowly...not sure as to where her mood presently was. Nodding Connie walked to the side of Lily, getting up with a little difficulty. Lily was a bigger horse than the one she was riding in her time...

Both Connie and Altair had put their guns safely away, she putting hers in her boots while Altair put his somewhere she did not notice... most likely in his robes like before.

Altair started to lead the way out then; they were in a sheltered barn of sort's right outside the door from the cells. All they had to do was go through the entrance of the shelter Connie looked down absently to the hay covered floor. Where were they headed now anyways? If her memory served her right... they were supposed to be heading to Damascus was it?

"So do you know where we are?" asked Connie in a low voice, head turning to Altair as she followed beside him.

"I will soon," was his answer as he rode his horse further away from the building they were previously at.

It seemed like we were in a small village, and I for one had no clue where it was, but it seemed like Altair knew what he was doing, so Connie followed him slowly with no other thoughts.

Taking in the stares she was getting from people, though there were few... thank god because the village was small...

"Will they attack us? I'm sure they heard the gun shots." Connie said eyes shifting to their faces. "Do you think they know what happened?" she continued on when he didn't answer.

"I'm sure they can guess," he replied, as usual for him to become so focused on his surrounds now that he was back to his time. There was no time for fun, or that's what she got from a conversation they had a long time ago.

"true." Was her reply, as she listened to Lily trot on the rocked ground below her hooves. She could tell this was going to be a long ride. Again.


AN: hey guys. Same old same old. I took forever to update :/ that's work for ya.

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