Hi guys - I'm not going to be updating this regularly, but I'll try to! Only a small chapter, but enjoy!
"Okay, so let me get this straight," I paced in front of the sandbag dummy in Connor's basement, "there's these Templars, who want to basically control humanity, then there's the Assassins who want free will and think everything's... percieved?"
"Permitted." Connor corrected me. "Nothing is true." I nodded, trying to comprehend the phrase.
"So, basically I can do whatever I want? That doesn't sound half-bad..." I smirked to myself. Connor's face remained stoic and unchanged by my thoughts. "So... if this war is so secret, why are you telling me?" Connor motioned for me to follow him to a worn, cracked oak desk that housed many small trinkets - one of which took my eye. It was a large gauntlet with a strange insignia imprinted upon it. I reached out to touch it, running my fingers along the scratches and dents along the metal framework.
"Up here." I looked over to Connor, who's eye was fixated on many portraits hanging upon the wall. I noticed names crossed out underneath the newly written ones, but the candlelight was far too dim to read. "Victor Wolcott is the Grand Master of the Templar Order." I looked at the image of the man, the red mist descending down onto my eyes. "I know he works with a commander, Davenport, and a woman - from Britain."
"Gillian." I nodded. "She was there with others."
"You must have walked in on a meeting." Connor murmured to himself, barely audible to me.
I gazed at the portrait of Wolcott and through all my feelings of a murderous lust for revenge, one question protruded through the bloodied thoughts that reigned amongst my mind.
"Listen... this is all... it's inconceivable! W-why are you telling me this?" I asked, exasperated. I just felt confusion at this situation. The only thing certain to me was my life's sole purpose - to kill Wolcott. Connor hung his head and walked away from me, rubbing his forehead.
"Many years back, I found this house." He said hesitantly. "I did not know what I was looking for, but I was inducted into the Assassins by the owner of this house." A glimmer of sadness and melancholy shimmered through his eyes as they hung to the floor. "The wounds I suffered never healed. I am now... limited in what I can do. I cannot stop them by myself." It dawned on me what he was saying.
"Are you out of your mind?" I barely breathed at him. "I mean... I spent my life living out of a bombed-out church. Why should I care about Assassins and Templars?"
"It is not a fight between Assassins and Templars," Connor corrected me, "it is a fight between tyranny and liberty." I shook my head.
"The British aren't here anymore. We have our 'liberty'." I scoffed at him.
"This is no matter for laughing." He said, serenity chiming throughout his voice. I seethed my anger through heavy breathing.
"My father is dead. As is my mother and almost everyone I grew up with. They was gunned down by Wolcott and his ilk, and I near died trying to knife the chiseler! I'm not laughing about anything." I sighed, grabbing the back of my head as I paced away from him, turning back in anger. "I'm going to go back to New York, kill Wolcott and then find a shady alleyway to die to bleed to death in." I informed him, then proceeded to walk away from him, back towards the stairs leading up from the secret basement in Connor's estate.
"What if I told you you could kill Wolcott and survive?" I stopped in my tracks, looking back at him.
"I'm not an Assassin." I informed him. "I don't care about the tyranny of Templars or whatever it is you fight. I just want Wolcott dead." Connor sighed.
"Perhaps this is the most help I can receive." He said lowly. "If I can train you to kill Wolcott, you can dismantle the Templar organisation here, and then go back to your life."
"I don't want to dismantle the Templars." I tried to explain. "Don't you get it? I'm not a vigilante - I'm not like you. I just want him dead so I can get back to my old life." Connor nodded.
"Your life would be safer with Wolcott dead." He explained. "And all the Templars. We can try out the arrangement?" He suggested. I waited for a moment, thinking long and hard about it. It seemed like there was a lot of logic behind his thinking.
But I wasn't like him.
"I'll see myself out." I muttered, walking away from Connor and leaving the basement.