We walked through the crowded streets of Boston. Well, Conner walked, I had to jog to keep up which wasn't really working out with my asthma. Conner pushed through the crowd, literally pushing people in the crowd so he could walk without any obstacles. I was tense as I noticed people giving me weird looks and pointing. I suppose I was a weird sight, with my purple hair and clothes, but pointing is just rude! After countless minutes of searching for this Sam Adams dude Achilles told us about, Conner spotted him and made his way over. The group of men looked up as we approached.
"Ah, Conner." greeted who I supposed was Sam "Hello again." He then noticed me.
"And you brought a friend." he added. I crossed my arms.
"Friend is a strong word." I said with a slight smirk "I prefer treasured colleague." Sam chuckled and put out his hand. I went to shake it, but Sam lifted mine and kissed it.
"Sam Adams." he said. I withdrew my hand and wiped it discreetly on my back.
"Spartacus." I said "Just kidding, I'm Alice." Sam gave me a confused smile and Conner rolled his eyes.
"What brings you to Boston?" Sam asked Conner.
"You."
Sam nodded in understanding and excused himself from his friends. Conner turned to me.
"I want you to buy some supplies for the manor." Conner told me. I crossed my arms.
"Excuse me?" I said "Do I look like a go-fer?"
"No, you do not look like a rodent. Now go get the supplies."
"I don't have any money if you haven't noticed." I said, smirking. Conner smirked himself and handed me a bag of coins.
"I still don't know where to buy supplies." I pointed out.
"You'll find the right store." Conner assured me "I'll find you when I finished with my business here." I gaped as he and Sam walked off, leaving me with a bag of coins and a hurt ego.
"Alright." I muttered to myself "Window supplies."
I cursed as I tripped yet again over the uneven ground. I got up and clutched the bag of money in anger. This was all Conner's fault! I was now lost and I had no idea where I was going. I grumbled to myself and continued walking. A cat came by and brushed against my legs. I smiled and kneeled to pet it.
"You know you shouldn't touch animals." said an Irish accent "You could get bitten." I looked up and raised an eyebrow at the boy standing there. His hair was pulled back in a short braid and it was a dark red. His eyes were blue and glowed with amusement. He looked my age. His clothes consisted of a white shirt and leather pants. He had leather boots as well and a nice leather hat.
"What happened to your hair lass?" he asked. I smirked and picked up the cat, who meowed gently.
"One day I saw the end of a rainbow and decided to run through it, but I only ran through the purple part and it changed the color of my hair." I said sarcastically "Any other stupid questions?" The boy's eyes widened, apparently he wasn't used to being talked to like that.
"What's your name?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and put the cat down.
"Alice." I said.
"I'm Timothy." His eye suddenly widened and he looked at me.
"Do you trust me?" he asked quickly.
"No." I said honestly. Timothy nodded once.
"Then you're going to hate me for this." he said "Consider it a favor to me." He quickly kissed me and I tensed, shocked by the sudden pressure on my lips. I pushed him away and wiped my lips.
"Ew..." I grumbled "Why'd you do that?! I literally just met you!" Timothy shrugged sheepishly.
"There were Redcoats and um...I'm kinda in trouble with them." he finished his explanation off with a apologetic smile. I stared at him and then started laughing.
"You're adorable!" I exclaimed "I would stay to chat, but I have some things I need to do."
"I can tell." Timothy said "Quite a bit of money you have on you." He pulled out my bag of money from his pocket and my eyes widened.
"You sly fox!" I said, glee evident in my voice "I like you." Timothy wiggled his eyebrows and handed my bag of money back.
"I seriously owe you one though Alice." he said "I could've gotten in a unpleasant situation if it weren't for you." I smirked.
"I'm holding you to that." I told him "I'll see you around Timothy." Timothy bowed and I laughed.
"I'm in your debt Miss. Alice." he said. He winked and then left. I sighed ad then laughed again to myself. Maybe it was a good thing Conner made me get supplies.
I wandered into a tavern. Well, wandered is used in a loose sense in this situation. I just kinda wanted to walk into a 1700's tavern like a boss. I was humming the song 'What do you do with a drunken sailor' when I noticed Sam Adams and some other man. Sam seemed surprised by my sudden appearance, but he waved me over.
"Miss. Alice." he greeted "I thought you went to get supplies." I shrugged and sat down. The other man with Sam coughed.
"Oh yes!" exclaimed Sam "This is a friend of mine, William Moilneux." I nodded in greeting.
"Where is Conner?" I inquired "He left with you." Sam was about to respond, but then a familiar voice interrupted him.
"You were supposed to get supplies." said Conner.
"Conner! Great to see you made it!" said Sam. I turned around to glare at the Native.
"Yeah well I got distracted." I spat at him, thinking back to my new friend Timothy. Conner's mouth tightened in disapproval.
"What could have possibly distracted you enough so that you would forget to buy supplies?" he snapped. I smirked, he asked for it.
"I was snogged by a teenage criminal." I told him. Conner's face betrayed his surprise and I internally cheered. I had finally broken him, even it was only for a moment! Sam cleared his throat.
I'd like you to meet some like-minded friends." he told Conner "The owner of this fine establishment, William Monileux. And then the manager and chef of his new venure, Stephane Chapheau."
"Ah, Conner and I just had a ball with some Redcoats and enforcing tax-men outside my home!" Stephane said, rather proudly and I smiled at his French accent. I was French as well, at least on my father's side. I stared at the floor as I felt sadness wash over me when I thought about my father. Then, Stephane's words registered in my brain.
"You balled it out with a bunch of Redcoats?" I asked Conner. When he nodded, I started laughing.
"What?" Conner snapped. I wiped away a tear.
"Just thinking about you, beating up a bunch of British peoples." I said with a giggle "It's funny." I calmed down and the men started discussing taxes, William Johnson, Conner's village, and tea. Monileux showed us a small bag with tea leaves in it.
"No doubt the revenue from his little smuggling endeavor is financing the acquisition. A tax enforced on tea grants a boon to smugglers." Sam concluded "I'll wager the same men who levy the taxes are selling the tea." I crossed my arms.
"Sounds like a cheap adventure novel." I interjected "But to quote Shakespeare: The whole world is a stage." Sam smiled at me before turning to Conner.
"A stage requires a spectacle and I may know the play. Conner, head back to the docks and see to the destruction of the tea. If you should need us, return here." Conner nodded and stood up, I followed his lead.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. I smirked.
"I'm done doing errands." I said "I want to help." Conner narrowed his eyes and then sighed.
"Then let's go."
We left the tavern and I had to (Yet again) scurry to keep up with Conner's long strides.
"Conner!" I cried "Slow down man!" Conner stopped and waited for me to catch up. When I made it to his side, he started to walk again. A man carrying a box came into our direction and Conner knocked him and the box over.
"Pardon me." he said, no sincerity in his voice whatsoever and kept walking. The man turned to look at Conner.
"Come on mate!" he protested. I rolled my eyes.
"So sorry about him." I told the man. Conner turned around and looked at what had fallen out of the box. I finally looked as well and my jaw dropped slightly. Tea. But not just one thing of it. Like a hundred bazillion with a side of fries.
Ok, maybe I'm stretching the truth a bit. But seriously, it was a lot of tea. Conner and I both glanced at the man. The man grew nervous and made a run for it, leaving behind the tea. Conner started walking again and I ran a bit to catch up.
"So bump into the man with a tea fetish, apologize, and now you're walking away but I think you had a motive for shoving him." I pointed out helpfully, crossing my arms "So if you could tell me what it was and what we're now going to do I'd be more than happy." Conner rolled his eyes and I scowled.
"He works for Johnson." he said simply. My scowl lessened and I let my arms fall to my sides.
"Ok then." I whispered, then a bit louder said "So where are we going?"
"To the docks."
"Oh. What for? Don't tell me you want to fish or something because fish are disgusting. They're so cold and slimy."
"I'm going to blow up the tea."
"Alright!" I laughed "Blowing stuff up is my middle name! Not really, but you get my point." We kept walking and Conner seemed be avoiding the Redcoats with more effort than before. Did that have something to do with him and Stephane having 'a ball' with some of the soldiers? The more I thought about it, the more questions I had about Conner. I shook my head and smiled, looking upwards. I sounded ridiculous, even to myself which was a rarity. Nate used to joke that I was nuttier than a squirrel and twice as twitchy. I flinched violently as I was pulled into an alleyway just as a group of Redcoats passed by. I yanked my arm from Conner and literally hissed at him.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I told him, annoyance evident my voice. He just looked over me and I glared back. He shrugged and walked away. I stayed for a bit before following.
We were currently hiding behind some boxes at the dock.
"So why exactly are we sitting in the cold on the wet ground behind a bunch of weird smelling boxes?" I asked Conner.
"There are men guarding the tea." Conner pointed out. I sighed, holding out the breath for as long as I could Napoleon Dynamite style. I peered around the boxes to glance at the armed men guarding the tea.
"That's a lot of guards." I said, tuning to Conner, but he wasn't there.
"Wow." I sarcastically told the thin air "Thanks for telling me you were taking off." I heard the sound of a struggle and looked over the box again. Conner was fighting the guards and from what I could tell from watching him, expertly so. I was mesmerized by the ease in which he killed the men. It was like Skyrim or that weird game my brother played, the one with that one dude. Was his name Calvin or something? Yeah, let's go with Calvin.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Conner jumping over the boxes when a loud explosion happened. He pulled me to the ground quickly, the box shielding us from the blast. I felt shock flash in my mind briefly before I jumped to my feet.
"WOO!" I shouted with a laugh "That. Was. AWESOME!" Conner rolled his eyes.
"Be quiet." he said "We have two more to go."
We were returning to the tavern to meet up with Sam and our new friends. Okay correction.
My new friends.
"That was so cool!" I exclaimed "Except for the part where you killed a bunch of peoples, that was kinda bad." He stopped in front of the tavern and we could hear the sound of things being thrown around and violent cussing in French. I exchanged a look with Conner and he opened the door. We saw Stephane standing in the middle of a mess, his back to us.
"Stephane, what's wrong?" asked Conner "Where's Sam Adams?" Stephane turned to us and I took a step back when I saw his expression. He was furious to say the least.
"Who cares?! I've been robbed!" he screamed at us. He grabbed a kitchen knife after muttering "Ils vont me le payer ces sce'le'rats de merde..." He walked out and Conner followed him with me close behind.
"Where are you going?!" Conner shouted at the infuriated French man.
"To get back what's rightfully mine!" Stephane responded angrily, pointing at a group of Redcoats.
"Stephane calmer! (Stephane calm down!)" I yelled after the man, but it was too late. As soon as the words left my mouth, Stephane attacked the British soldiers. Conner went t help him and soon all of the Redcoats were dead. I followed them both desperately, but it getting harder with my asthma and the slowly growing mob of people following Stephane.
"There is a way to fight injustice!" yelled Conner as he stabbed a Redcoat "But this is not the way!" Conner really wasn't helping make his point when he was stabbing random peoples so I decided to help.
"Veuillez écouter Conner! Stephane quelle que soit-votre-nom-dernier-Est m'écouter! (Please Listen to Conner! Stephane whatever-your-last-name-is listen to me!)" I yelled at the French man. Conner looked at me in surprise as I tried to talk some sense into Stephane. I was hoping Stephane would listen to my words in his Native tongue over the mob yelling in English.
The mob emerged in a market place and Stephane stalked over to a man with boxes of tea behind him. I flinched as he slashed the man's throat, his kitchen knife stuck there. I turned away from the scene, gagging on my own breath.
"End his suffering cleanly." Conner told the French man. He then walked into an alleyway, away from the Redcoats and Boston citizens. I followed and felt my throat constrict as I actually put thought into my situation. I was in the eighteenth century, I watched several men die today, and nobody did anything about it.
"Are you alright?" Conner asked me "Alice?" I stared at him blankly and then nodded.
"I will be fine." I assured him "I just haven't seen anything like that." Conner nodded and I wrapped my arms around me.
"I didn't know you spoke French." Conner said. I stared at him before smiling.
"My Father was French." I told him "He taught me some of the language when I was young and then I took lessons after he...died. I did it in his honor and it has surprisingly served me well." Conner smiled a little as well.
"He would be proud." he told me. I looked up at the sky, which housed the setting sun.
"I hope so."
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