The story of Mallory

She grew up with no family support; her parents had jobs that prevented them to spend time with her. She ran away and is now trying to survive. But, who is this mysterious woman and man that appear at the most thankful time? She had to find out… OC-centric

This is taking too slow.

Mallory was still stuck in the crowd, walking too slow for her liking. Her eyes shifted from the front to the rooftops. Like a shadow, she naturally walked out of the crowd and up to the closest building. She surveyed the buildings around it. Not too far away, but not close enough for her liking. Still, it was a faster method of travel than walking on foot. Mallory wasn't a very patient person and always tried to find a faster way through everything.

Just as she was about to climb up the wall, a pair of redcoats walked past her, muttering something about a killer. Natural curiosity got the better of her and she followed them in the shadows. Their whispers were harsh but low and she knew that it had something to do with the governor, at least, from the parts she could pick up. Something about a man in a white hood blending in with the shadows and sneaking up, trying to kill people she'd heard off, famous people. No doubt the people that have also corrupted America, she thought with disgust.

Hearing enough and not wanting to throw up on the streets, she walked away from the guards. With steady and silent steps, she blended in with the crowd again before finding a building with a low roof. Good, she thought, it would make my job so much easier. With the help of a running start, she climbed onto the wall gracefully, not missing one step. Her brown eyes quickly scanned the area and found another low roof building close by; she probably just needed a running start to jump that far. She smirked and ran from her position, trying to jump to her destination. Plan failed.

Just as she was about to grab the brick jutting out of the building's side, her other slipped from its position, making her fall to the ground and in the center of a group of redcoats. Dang it, this is not my day…

She breathed in and out before showing her award winning smile. The redcoats didn't buy it and instead shouted at each other to capture her. Getting onto her feet with haste, she ran for her life. Her feet betrayed her a few times as she almost fell from the uneven gravel the Americans call the street. Luckily, she always got up just in time, but it did not stop the redcoats. Every where she went, redcoats were chasing her with shouts that prevented her from hiding in a group of people.

When she spotted an alleyway, she quickly took towards it. Except, a man dressed like a captain blocked her way. She felt an arm wrap around her torso, another covering her mouth. Despite all the kicking and withering she did, the man did not remove his arms and instead led her into the shadows. Mallory tensed up her muscles, a blade hidden in her long sleeves out already. She had on a plan; once the man released her, she would turn around and aim for his throat. The man released her after a while, probably checking to see if there were any redcoats after them. When he let go of her torso, she took this chance to turn around and raised her hand with the blade hidden. Her eyes widened when she felt a firm hand hold her wrist in place, stopping her from attacking him.

"That's not how you treat someone that saved you," he taunted. Mallory could hear the smirk in his voice, and that made her left eye twitch. Her lips formed a straight line and she lowered her head, looking at her feet. Meanwhile, the man lowered her hand gently, placing them at her sides. When he took his hand back, Mallory made no attempt to attack him, instead preferring to look at her bare feet.

Questions were swarming her mind. Who was this man? Why did he save her? How did he know she was going to attack him? How did he predict her movements so accurately? Was this the man the redcoats were talking about? She did hear them say something about him having inhuman speed and, although brash, was actually very good at his job- whatever that was. No, she refused to accept that it was this man. Though, he had a point. He just saved her from possibly freezing to death. She had to thank this man in some way…

"T-thank you," she muttered in her hoarse voice. She had no use for it, not many people noticed her, much less talked to her. She had heard woman downtown cooing about how adorable she looked, but never paid them a mind until they mentioned the idea of adoption. It was always that time when she would run like hell and get away from that area. Also, the stutter was because she wasn't used to talking to strangers, but he had saved her so she had to be polite.

"No problem. Now, why were those men chasing you?" he sat on the snowy ground and looked up at her. Not wanting the man to see her eyes filling up with small tears of joy, she followed him and sat down with her legs tucked under her body. Her hands were folded neatly on her lap and she continued staring down, not sure how to explain though it was a simple story.

"I know you can talk, so why not explain?" he tried prying the information out of her. His eyes held genuine curiosity and worry as Mallory sat silently. The man's sensitive ears picked up footsteps and he raised his head slightly to look over Mallory's shoulders.

"I accidently fell off a rooftop and landed in the middle of their little group…" she trailed off. It was the full story and she wasn't missing any parts to it. Plus, who would the man tell? His friends and expose her as someone not worth his company? It would be her joy if he had left her alone. Plus, she bet that the man didn't believe her story anyways. It sounded crazy to her and she was sure the man thought she was crazy too. Well, being isolated from society for too long does affect one's behavior.

"Why were you on the rooftops?" he asked. His brows furrowed as curiosity surged up his spine. The girl in front of him tensed up, she shot up and looked up him in surprised. This confused him even more and he tiled his head to the side slightly. She shook her head and looked back down at her hands. She didn't want to answer the question, he realized. She probably thought that he would think she was crazy if she told him, but his placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and smiled lightly.

"Come, let's get you home," he said. Mallory remained seated on the snow covered ground, her hands at her side lazily. She made no attempt to move, nor get up. The man stared at her confused again, this girl was complicated. It was when he tilted his head again, Mallory pointed at the tattered and worn out cloth that she would pass off as clothes. It was only then the captain realized that she was sickly pale and too skinny for it to be normal.

The pieces of cloth hung loosely off the thin frame of her body. Her skin could have been a rich shade of brown if she wasn't so malnourished. Her lips were cracked and dry and her hair was covered in grim and dirt. There were thin scars and scabs that he could see from the small parts of her body that were visible. She also looked like she was shivering too violently to be normal.

"Do you have a family?" He smacked himself mentally after he asked. Of course she had no family if her clothes were like that and she was obviously malnourished. Even though she thought that it was strange for him to ask her a question like that, she shook her head in response. Her silence was killing him and he was trying so desperately to make her talk. Though, it was partly his fault for asking her simple yes or no questions.

"Do you know your name?" She nodded her head, but stayed where she was. "Can you tell me?"

Again, in her hoarse voice, she replied, "Mallory."

The man tilted his head and his brows furrowed again, "Do you have a last name?" She shook her head twice. He gulped and, reluctantly, said, "You can borrow my last name for the time being. You need to have an identity."

She stared at him in wonder and question, wondering what drove the man to say that. Nonetheless, she nodded and asked her first question ever, "What is your name?" She had this weird feeling in her stomach that she knew who he was, but stayed silent and waited for her answer.

The man fidgeted nervously, which made Mallory question him more in her mind. Was this man really trustworthy? What if this was all a redcoat trap? Her lips tugged down a bit when she thought about that idea. The man, seeing Mallory's disappointed face, hastily replied, "Ratonhnhaké:ton."

"Ra-doon-ha-gay-doon?" She felt the name familiar on her tongue as she asked him if it was the correct pronounceation. Although it tasted familiar, she crinkled her nose as if it was disgusting. Well, it sounded so foreign to her that it could have been fake. Though, she did feel like the man wouldn't lie, but still, the name was hard to pronounce.

"You can call me Connor if it's too hard for you," he suggested. A shrug of his shoulders showed that he didn't care, but inside, he hoped that she would call him by his original name instead. Mallory nodded licked her lips; she had no business with the man so she had no point in staying. "Also, my last name is Kenway. So, for now at least, you would be Mallory Kenway."

"Mallory Kenway… Sounds awfully awkward to me."

"Do not worry; you would not mind any longer. You will grow used to it."

Mallory smiled at the man- Connor- and nodded her head. She leaned against one of the wall of the building and started kicking the snow, waiting for something else to happen.

Connor stood up and smiled at her, "Well, I have to go now. Thank you for your company, Kanatiio."

"Kanatiio?"

"You will find out soon enough." And with that, she started walking away and into the busy streets.

"Thank you for your time, Ratonhnhaké:ton," she whispered. And with his sensitive ears, he heard her and smiled. She would know her ties to him soon enough, just not too soon if he could help it.

A/N: I feel like I made Mallory and Connor OOC in that scene. Anyways! They finally meet (well at least Mallory and Connor meet). Next chapter would probably focus on Mallory and her memories of her parents, well non-existent memories that is. Also, I had five Mohawk names I wanted for Mallory; Deepali/collection of lamps , Ganesa/good luck, Mandara/ mythical tree, Parvani/ full moon, Sapna/ dream. I found that Sapna fit her best as I got more into the development of her character on my book. It would be explained later on. And Mallory is going to be known by three names in this story so please, bear with it for a while!

(P.S: I am not from a Mohawk descendant nor am I even native. I got the names off the Internet and if someone points out that the meanings are wrong, thank you and I am sorry for getting it wrong.)

~Snowy

Edit1: Thank you, guest who pointed out that the names were of Indian origin. I had my suspicions when I saw Depali but left it at that because names can be universal. However, I do think that Connor would give Mallory a proper Kanien'kehá:ka name, so I took to the website you had given me. Not many options but I ultimately settled on Kanatiio. Thank you for your help, annon.

Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed belongs to Ubisoft and not me. Only Mallory/ Kanatiio belongs to me.