Sorry I totally hibernated guys! And by this time you would have though I wrote more...oh well. Here's Connor, folks, hope you like him.

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The intruder took a glance at the right side of my head where I forgot to undo the long curls pinned there, and looked at my figure, the embarrassment turned to annoyance. He bit his lip and stared into my eyes. I took this as an attempt to try to distract me.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you." He warned.

"It's really the other way around." I murmured.

"What-?" I swiped the long arrow-head out of the pocket and slashed at him, he swiftly jump backed as the tip dug through a large part of his upper arm, I noticed him flinch visibly at the sting from the bleeding gash, but no sound escaped his lips, he tried to keep his balance on the branch, but by that time I was already running away, jumping on different tree-tops, back to this old game…I thought as I realized he was now pursuing me.

He was much faster than me, he easily caught up by leaping across the branches, I felt his hands pull on the back of my coat, so I jumped onto the ground and he let go, but jumping down wasn't my best choice even though I ran fast from the years of trying to escape, the problem wasn't the weird guy, he was still behind me, the problem was the small search party of French soldiers I ran into…my heart stopped, I didn't want Jacque to die for nothing because I failed to listen or do anything right. The French soldiers took only half a second to recognize the Asian slave-girl once again her stupid uniform. I hesitantly turned around and bumped into another somebody, the silent hooded man was looking down at me, his bleeding left arm, was stiffly held at his side. His gentle glace switched from my face to the soldiers behind me. I looked back between the two, panting, with the pistol and arrowhead in my hand. The French soldiers ignored the hooded man as if he was not there and ran towards me shouting many things in French. Even the hooded guy seemed rather surprised that one of the Frenchmen pointed the musket at me. I didn't understand, were they trying to bring me back or kill me? I turned around again to face the strange man and he watched me, without moving a muscle. I tried running again, but he placed a hand in front of me, telling me to stay, or else. Once again I spun around and the tip of the bayonet from the soldier's musket pressed against the side of my neck where the curls did not interfere. I felt nick against my skin.

"You…do you know how many men Pierre has killed because of you? It'd just be better if we killed you and get this over with." He hissed. The hooded guy seemed to almost wince at this. He quickly put a hand on my shoulder. My hand twitched.

"She's coming with me." He snapped. The soldiers seemed to instantly recognize him, and they murmured things in French before questioning him. I understood most of their conversation; they said they had seen him with Washington before.

"Where are you taking her?"

"I…she is…Lieutenant Pierre's…scout! Is she not? General Washington has important matters with her."

"She is a runaway!" Another man out of the four said. The first one stepped out and roughly pushed him aside,

"Ah…I…mean…"

"You are lying." He told the hooded man and I felt his silver bayonet take it's time slicing across my right arm in a long thick line. I cried out quickly and staggered backward, trying to keep my balancing but stumbled onto the ground anyway, the Frenchman advanced but quickly I saw the hooded man, pull out a pretty bluish tomahawk with the same odd triangle on it, he executed a few fancy looking spins and the tomahawk's clean edges plunged into the Frenchman's stomach. He slumped to the ground, dead. The other three's reaction was also rather slow but they finally circled around him, the strange man looked behind his shoulder at me again and dodged multiple knives trying to skewer him, my right hand beginning to grow numb and painful. I slowly pulled myself up to my feet, and looked at the three dead bodies on the ground, he too examined the three. Where was the fourth? My hand struggled to hold the flintlock pistol properly, I glanced behind the hooded stranger and the fourth man held his musket above his shoulders trying to knock the stranger out. My fingers fumbled with the trigger but roughly aimed a foot away from the strangers face. The hooded man froze, I pulled the trigger and the man behind him lifelessly plummeted to the ground. The hooded man had a strange shocked look on his face. He glanced at the man behind him and back to the pistol I held shakily. He sauntered toward me, and by then I was struggling to stay on my feet, ready to complain about the bothersome stinging. He looked at my wound, and I looked his, both located on the upper arm.

He smirked. "Are…we even?" I slammed the butt of the pistol into his shoulder. He winced and stepped back. I watched him carefully.

"They're dead?" I muttered looking at the corpses. Death was still new to me, yet it didn't seem to affect me in any way. I was heartless.

"Yeah..."

"Then I'm leaving…" I announced, he grabbed my shoulder.

"Ow!"

"You are still in trouble, you know."

"Excuse me?"

"That little assassination attempt, that's my job. You are coming with me."

"Can't we pretend we never met?" He grabbed both of my hands and before I knew it he was tying them together in front of me. Back to this I see.

"It doesn't work like that. General Washington seems to like you, and he won't be happy when he hears about this." He examined me for a second. "I forgot you're name."

I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't give you my name." I groaned. He stared at me patiently.

"And I'm not telling you either."

"Tiffany?"

"Whoa! Who told-?"

"So I was right, Tiffany is your name." He began walking me out of the woods. "You don't look like a Tiffany. Is that your real name?"

"…"

"Well?"

"…"

"Hey-."

"Well what do YOU think, huh? Do I look English or French to YOU?" I hissed.

"Not in a good mood today, aren't you?" He chuckled. We kept walking until we were back into the harbor. It was crowded. People stopped talking and moving around to stare at me. I scowled.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled quietly undoing the sloppy knot. Everybody stared at the bloody girl in men's clothing tied up with the bloody boy in some odd hood with triangles everywhere.

He opened up the door of a building similar to Sarah's house, only a bit smaller. There was a man in a beaver skin hat, playing around with some kind of herb. He had a thick British accent which almost annoyed me because I couldn't understand a word. He grinned.

"Ah Connor, you've returned, have you run out of the salves already?" He laughed heartily.

"You don't look like a Connor." I whispered. The man in the beaver hat gasped halfway through his laughs.

"Connor? What happened to your arm, and who is this girl, and why on earth is she bloodied up worse than you and-."

"Me? Well, I ran into a, wolf, while I was in the woods." Connor explained.

"Yes…a wolf…" I muttered. He nudged me sharply.

"And her, she was attacked by the wolf before I arrived to aid her."

Like a gentleman. I laughed in my head.

"Please, help her, Samuel. I have to take her back to Virginia, and I'd rather not have her die of blood loss halfway through. I can heal myself."

"Of course." Samuel answered. He led me into a small room in the back and brought out a bunch of gauze. By the time he was done, I had changed back into my long-sleeved copper dress, learning by watching Sarah help me put it on, and fixed the hair. The bloody bandages hidden under my sleeve.

By the time he got back, I was already bored and back to the regular routine of finding a way to escape.

He thanked the man Samuel and tightened the knots in the rope after discovering they had "mysteriously" loosened themselves, even moving my fingers to once again loosen the knots, felt stiff with the bandages wrapped around my arm. But at least the wounds were taken care of. I was busy untying the last set of tangles.

"So who are you?" The hooded man Connor asked.

"Why do you need to know?"

"You don't look like you were born anywhere around here…do you have a tribe?"

"What?" I stared at him. He honestly thought I was an Indian. The one even Jacque called savages.

"A tribe." He repeated harshly.

"No, I'm, from…Vietnam." He started walking faster when a group of British soldiers patrolling swept across the marketplace. I noticed this, partially because he dragged me along, and partially because he covered up the knots that tied my hands together as we rushed past, because I'm sure people would've found this suspicious, especially if they were soldiers.

"I've never heard of that place." He said finally. He looked around him, searching for something, groaning in frustration and desperately trying to find someone or something.

"Are you lost?" I mumbled. He didn't reply.

"Maybe we could ask those guys for directions." I smiled sweetly, gesturing to the group of redcoats nearby. He flinched. It's working.

"No. I'm not lost. We could—hey, stop looking at them, they might…stop it!"

"Do they make you uncomfortable?" I teased.

"Don't." Connor warned.

"I wonder why men are so picky when it comes to asking directions…"

"I'm not lost! It's just if they see you all tied-."

"They'll think you're up to no good." He lunged at me, grasping my shoulder firmly, and I was surprised to see an odd blade slice out of the glove he had on his hand. The tip of the blade grazed my throat.

"Don't." He growled.

"Are you threatening me?" He seemed to scowl at this. I noticed the redcoats turn our way.

"HELP ME! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO KILL ME! HELP!" I screamed. He shoved me aside. The soldiers grabbed their guns fixed with bayonets and ran at him, the civilians, as usual fled, I ran away, again, not knowing where to go. Back to this old game once again.

Uh huh, that's it. Not much, sorry, I've been a little low on inspiration, but once again, leave a review, and check out my deviantart page if you guys are bored like me! Thanks!