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
Remember, never show your weakness
The men got into a stance; their shoulders stiffened, bending down a bit and their fingers curling and uncurling. They were trying to intimidate her, and it was sadly working. Mallory gulped just like before she had stepped foot onto the ship Why didn't she just listen to her gut feeling instead of taking a chance? Luck was never on her side; seemed like Mistress Misfortune favored her more with each passing day, Lady Luck ignoring her every single day too.
One of the men seemed to have picked up on her nervousness and smirked while taunting her, "Not so sure of you now, eh pretty girl?" Mallory cringed when hearing the last two words, feeling dirty that a full grown man was flirting with her- he should feel dirtier than her. Worries grew within her, as did questions; why were they not attacking? Were they waiting for her to make the first move? Surely they didn't think her such a fool, though she did climb onto the ship without permission…
She balled her hand into fists, not wanting to wait anymore; it was better to just get it over with. Seems like the men had the same mindset as her because they ran towards her, one after another. With hasty steps, she carefully planned her moves. Her feet stepped to the side as quickly as they could, making the men crash into boxes. She wanted to keep them as quiet as possible so as to not attract attention, but there was no helping the loud crash.
One of the men ran at her, his fist raised and aiming an attack right at her face. She didn't know and stood paralyzed. If it was a movie, someone would have saved her. Sadly, it was not one and the fist made direct contact with her mouth as she stepped slightly to avoid the fist meeting her nose. The man groaned with annoyance, not finished with her. He stood up again, aiming another punch at her nose. Luckily, for once, she blocked the attack with her own fist and opened it, slapping the man with the back of her hand. On the inside, she jumped for joy at the first attack she had made but remained stoic on the outside.
Another man ran in front of her with lighting speed and punched her on her cheek. Her head flew to one side and she could feel the area stinging, but paid it no mind. She turned to the man and kicked him in the shins, nearly missing his crotch. He held onto his leg for a few seconds before punching her in the gut with his free hand. Mallory stumbled more than a few steps back and bumped into another man behind her. He held onto her neck before lifting her up, looking her in her eyes. She struggled in his grip, her hands attempting to force his hands to let go of her throat. Her legs kicked wildly at the air, missing her target multiple times. He laughed loudly at her futile attempts, the sound echoing throughout the unusually empty hallways.
Finally, with her last bit of strength, she managed to kick him in the area near his crotch. He didn't double over in pain as she had hoped, but he did loosen his grip ever so slightly so that Mallory could get her breathing back to its normal speed. Her heart thumped hard, pumping blood to her brain quickly. Dizziness got a hold of her and she held her head in pain, trying to control herself and not let her focus weaver.
A leg kicked her from below and she fell onto the hard wooden floor. Now, her head felt a splitting pain and her bottom was sore. Though she wasn't complaining after her lower area, she was more concerned for the splitting pain in her head. A hand grabbed her from behind and held onto her neck tightly again, lifting her up to meet the other man. One of them looked at her and smirked, his fist raised. Mallory tried to breathe, but found it impossible with the man's iron grip. Her brows furrowed in worry, her lips pursed into a thin line. The fist made direct contact with her eye with nothing holding it back; what could hold it back? The man that had punched her stepped aside to reveal another man behind him. She widened her eyes, trying to ignore the soaring pain in the left one. Even if it was covered by her hair, it was not very well protected.
The man in front of her now smirked, raising his fist as well. It landed on her other eye and as it did, she felt a leg kick the behind of her shin. Her eyes stung now, both of them had been punched by two full grown men. The tears that were welling up were not helping the situation either. The man loosened his grip and allowed her to fall on the floor, limp like a puppet without strings. She curled up into a fetal position as the men kicked her and spat on her. Nasty comments were passed around the three about her, but she heard one that made her heart beat faster.
"Doesn't she look like the captain?" one asked. Mummers were exchanged, signaling agreement. She wondered who the captain was, and where was he? Here she was, getting beaten up by the men of his crew and he was probably chatting up with the other men with a mug of beer in his hand- not somebody she would want to be possibly related to. But a shimmer of hope flew in front of her- her hidden blade had fallen to the floor- and she reached out to grab it.
A leg crushed her hand before it could even reach it and she forcefully looked up, seeing who had crushed her hand. It was somebody she did not fight just now, he wasn't even the slightest bit bloody but he looked a little too young to be working on deck too. So, who was this boy that had stomped on her hand so hard?
"Daddy told me that there was an interesting fight here, guess I came too late," he shrugged casually, his leg still crushing her hand. She bit her already swollen lips, trying to contain the irritation bubbling up inside her. She felt another leg step on her back and she looked up. The boy was standing on her like a king that had won another battle and she –filled up to the brim with anger- pulled the leg that was on her hand with the other one. He fell with quite a high pitched scream and landed in front of her. She forced herself to smirk even though her lips were already bleeding profusely.
"You can still attempt at injuring me? Let's see what I can do to your face," he leaned down when he spoke to her, letting her see the boy. He bent up to his original position before she could get a good look at him and with his leg slightly reeled back; he kicked her nose lightly, probably thinking that she couldn't take the pain. It was only then she had realized that the three men were not near her anymore; instead, they were off in a corner of the hallways near her chatting about things she most likely didn't give a damn about.
She then felt a warm hand shake her body lightly; treating her as if she would break at any moment- which would probably happen if someone had hit her again. Struggling to life her head, she decided to open her eyes slightly to see who it was. Not even able to open her eyes for longer than one second, she let her whole body go limp. She relaxed against the cold, wooden floors and prayed that the man would not abuse her.
"Who did this?" His booming voice echoed throughout the hallways but he got no answer except retreating footsteps. He sighed and squatted down to her eye-level, resting his hand on his hidden laps. With a gentle hand, he lifted her head so she could look at him but it seemed like it was becoming increasingly for difficult for her. Her eyes struggled to open to see clearly instead of colored blobs that were extremely blurred. She tried to breathe normally, struggling to tell the man to let her head go because of the aching behind her neck.
"H-hurt…" she managed to get out in a hoarse voice. The man then let go of her head and let it meet the ground. Mallory could only get out a pained groan before the man picked her up in his arms and tried running to somewhere. It was a bumpy ride with Mallory jumping slightly every few steps and that caused her wounds to hurt even more. After a few groans and moans out of pain from her, he finally stopped at a door. With something that sounded like a conflicted sigh, he set her down gently before pushing the door open.
The smell of medicine filled Mallory's hurt nose and she turned around weakly to let herself go from the smell. Her body relaxed and the few memories of Aveline filled her mind. A single tear slipped out and she flinched back, hurting her back more. This caused her to groan out of pain again and the man casted a look at her. Hurriedly, he picked her up and walked inside the room. In a gentle movement, he laid her on a makeshift bed made out of cloth and possibly hay underneath the cotton.
After a few shifting noises, she heard the man pull out a chair roughly beside her. A cool liquid that she guesses was rubbing alcohol was pressed on the side of her face, trying to sooth the pain that was there. Her heart told her to flinch away from the touch before she tried to stay still, wanting to see the man that was making an honest effort to heal her. She shifted uncomfortably around in the make-shift bed, wanting to thank the man faster for his efforts and then get out of the cursed ship.
"If you're thinking of escaping, the door is already closed and we are at the middle of sea," he said. If Mallory could get enough strength to answer him with a spiteful reply, she would. But sadly, she was practically crippled then so she preferred to keep her mouth shut than harm herself even more. So, with a shaking hand, she slapped him lightly on the arm that was holding the cloth to her face. The man chuckled softly before saying, "This is the second time I have saved you and you still try to harm me."
"M-Mr. Rato-tonhnha-ke… ton?"She stuttered as he kept moving his hand. The stutter made her breathing more difficult and she decided to keep her mouth shut of the rest of the time, at least, until he gets an ice pack and places it on her lips and eyes. They were still stinging with a numb pain but her head was hurting harder somehow. Maybe losing her breath for such a long extended period of time and getting abused would trigger that problem.
He hummed in response to her question, continuing with treating her injuries caused by some of his own men. Connor made quickly but gentle movements throughout her face, then repeating the same process for her arms and the back of her neck- and then doing the whole thing twice again just so he could make sure that every part of her injuries was treated with the rubbing alcohol. Then, he got three ice packs out of the mini fridge and placed them on her lips, right eye and the top of her head.
A/N: Yay! Fight scene! I stayed up late into the night just to work on that so now, I really can't feel my fingers... And it tool up like, three pages in Microsoft Word but I swear I'm not good at these types of things. This is probably the first time I wrote a detailed fight in a story so I'm sorry if it sucked! Anyway, I'm wondering if anybody reads the review replies to be honest since your reviews make it seem like you didn't read them but oh well, let's pretend you did.
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed does not belong to me. Only Mallory and the men belong to me.