((Hope y'all aren't getting to bored, or WHERE'S THE ROMANCE D:! Calm your chichis. There would be bits of pieces of romance. I'm trying to make Connor as he is in the game and he's really not the romantic type unless you have him fall over Evelence over and over lol. Anywho, this chapter is where I said "OH COME ON!" Anyway, you'll see. Enjoy! AND PRESS THE PRETTY BUTTON CALLED REVIEW!))

Chapter 3

Ratonhnhaké ton climbed down from the balcony still filled with anger. He had hoped to find Evelyn and tell him how wrong she was. Instead she was nowhere to be found. It appeared she was really going to prove him wrong. He wished she'd come back, that way he wouldn't be so focused on the old man. She would at least give him company. He stopped for a moment and shook his head. She'd come back, she always does. Whenever she throws a fit, she storms away across the valley and comes back a day later. This grew into a pattern of one of her childish acts. He went inside an empty horse pen. It smelt and was filled with straw and rotten food on the corners. He looked up and saw the walls had been weathered and broken down a bit. No matter, he decided to get some rest to give the man to think. After all he wasn't going to leave after the promise he made. His eyes closed without realizing it and had fallen asleep.

He woke up with the sound of thunder. It had been pouring and lighting had lit the sky. Flashes of lighting would light about several seconds after another. Then two men in uniforms came by with muskets in their hands. He overheard their conversation by hiding behind the fold of the horse pen.

"Heard one of the men saying the captured a pretty lil' native. Poor fello', didn't even see it comin'." They laughed and continued to joke. Ratonhnhaké ton knew who they were talking about. He growled and fumed with anger.

"Poor fello', found her fightin' 'em wolves. Shame what'll happen to her now that the boss got her locked up and tight!" they laughed until their faces went red. Ratonhnhaké ton had enough of their conversation.

"Now time to get in the man-"

"Who are you?" Ratonhnhaké ton and glared at the two men, his eyes fierce and filled with hatred.

They two men with muskets looked at each other and gave Ratonhnhaké ton a grin.

"Non' of yer' concern little breeches." The other teased him while the walked toward Ratonhnhaké ton closer.

"Oy' don't he look like the lil' native?" he laughed.

"Ye' he does! Shame what they'll do-"he was interrupted with a punch in the gut. Ratonhnhaké ton met the man's head with his knee and cracked something near his rib cage.

"You'll be sorry fo' that!" he charged at Ratonhnhaké ton with his musket.

He fell to the ground and tripped the other suited man taking the dead man's musket to his chest.

"Where have they taken her? Who are you? What do you want from the old man?" his eyes met with the choking man.

"Best ask te' bossman." He pointed at someone behind him, choking on his own blood.

He turned around with his face planted to the ground. A shock of pain had stung him on his right cheek which made him struggle to get up.

"You shouldn't have played with us boy." He planned to give him another punch until Ratonhnhaké ton saw the old man placed his blade against the men behind the "boss". Evelence sprung up and killed the boss with the same wrist blade the old man wore. He finished off my throwing his Tomahawk at the man's chest. He stumbled to the ground and lies there dead.

Evelence was ok and same with the old man.

"Get up." The old man helped him up. "Clean this up." He walked off to the house then stopped himself looking at Evelence.

"Bring the hidden blade back as soon as you are done helping your friend here." He pointed to Ratonhnhaké ton. She frowned and made a pouting face.

"It is not a toy young lady. You do not know how to use it properly, you just got lucky today." He turned around and walked into his house in the rain. Once the door shut Ratonhnhaké ton started helping Evelence pick up the bodies to hide them.

"What happened?" he asked sternly to Evelence. "What do you mean?" she tilts her head.

"Do not play this game, where did you go?"

"I went to find the correct place we could go to, but it seems we have this opportunity to go and find out if he is the one." She threw the bodies off the cliff, sending them into sea with rocks at the bottom at the cliff.

"Did they do anything to you?"

"No, they just asked me questions saying I'm with the old man." She threw another body. "I told them no, but they still kept me."

"Why?"

"I heard some of the men saying they would have "fun" with me. I didn't know what they meant by that." She threw the last body. Ratonhnhaké ton stood there in silence and re-thought what she had just said. He placed a hand on his forehead and cursed under his breath. When he looked up he made sure there were no bodies lying around. When he checked at least twice, he brought Evelence inside the mansion and closed the door behind them. They were soaking wet from head to toe. Their clothes stick together to their skin and felt uncomfortable.

Evelence peered inside to what might seem the dining room. The old man had been watching them from the window.

"Sit." He told them.

Ratonhnhaké ton did as he asked and grabbed a chair to sit on, but once he sat on it the whole thing collapsed. He immediately stood up and looked at the man with guilty eyes. Like a puppy that had just been scold at. "I'm sorry…" he managed to say. fsd

"It's alright, not your fault." He sighed. "This whole house is falling apart. It's a damn miracle it hasn't already." He chuckled. "Anyway, who are you?" glanced up at Ratonhnhaké ton and Evelence.

"I am Ratonhnhaké ton." He introduced himself. The man just made a face, "I'm not even going to pronounce that." He looked up at Evelence. "I already know your name Miss Evelence." He smiled.

"Such a pretty name for a pretty young lady." Her cheeks flared and hid behind Ratonhnhaké ton.

He smiled, "I am Achilles." He introduced himself.
"Now tell me why you are here. You've been through enough trouble, might as well spit it out." He glared at him.

"We," she begun "We were told to seek this symbol." She came out from hiding behind Ratonhnhaké ton and gave him the map with the symbol.

"Do you even know what this is? Or what you're asking for?" Achilles stood there for a moment getting his hands on the paper. He looked astonished.

"No." They both answered at the same time.

"Who told you about this symbol?" his was filled with curiosity.

"We were told by the spirits-"

"Spirits?" he questioned. "These spirits have been harassing the other assassins, including Ezio Auditore." He explained. Ratonhnhaké ton just listened and remained silent.

"Who is Ezio Auditore?" she asked.

"He was an Italian assassin back during the renaissance days." He looked at their faces, confused already.

"But you don't even know what an assassin is, do you?"

There was no reply from both of them.

"Well get yourselves comfortable, I'm going to tell you a story."