Assassin's Creed:

Alliance Chapter 8

Arno scanned the slums or Cour de Miracles for the Assassin. His pride had been wounded rather severely after his fight with him only the night before. Now it was early morning. Dried blood ran down his face and the bruises still ached from the Assassin's blows.

"I did not think you'd show." Ratonhnhaké ton said from behind him.

Arno turned to meet the Assassin, he to had dried blood and untreated cuts in his dark skin. "Have I a choice?" Arno asked.

Ratonhnhaké ton shook his head. Arno ran a hand through his hair. "That is what I thought." he said quietly.

"These are our options," Ratonhnhaké ton began. "You help me kill Corbett before he kills us both, and I'll consider dropping the contract against you."

"Friend, if I help you, you'll make yourself a target to the Brotherhood." Arno replied.

"Leave that to me."

Arno looked around, then turned back to his mysterious partner in crime. "Do you have any idea as to where Corbett is?" he asked.

Ratonhnhaké ton took a step forward. "He makes camp in a fort near the Champ de Mars."

"Ecole Militaire? I know of it. How do you?" Arno said.

Ratonhnhaké ton shrugged. "You aren't the only one being hunted. I needed information, I acquired it."

Arno scoffed. "You Natives have a strange way of doing things."

"And you French have an even stranger, but neither is topic of debate."

"So," Arno said. "on y va? (shall we?)"

Ratonhnhaké ton looked straight at him. "I believe so."

Ratonhnhaké ton turned to leave before Arno stopped him. "Do you have a name?"

Ratonhnhaké ton paused a moment before answering. "Connor."

"Well, Connor. I guess we are stuck with each other." Arno replied.

Ratonhnhaké ton grunted. "I suppose so."

"You know, you could stand to be more opptimistic about things." Arno said.

"Not anymore."

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Abelino Corbett stared at the portrait hanging on the wall. The red-haired woman was portrayed with such a firey finece the real Elise de la Serre failed to capture. It was such a shame she had to die.

In his hands he held the final letter she sent to Dorian. It was very romantic, but in his opinion, poorly written. She knew she was going to die, she gave him false hope for a better life.

"A life an Assassin doesn't deserve." Corbett thought to himself.

"Monsieur, are you familiar with this painting?" one of the Templar guards said.

Corbett turned to meet the man. "Not quite. I know of the woman but she died some time ago."

"She is very lovely." he said.

Corbett's face turned red. "I don't pay you to gawk at a painting! Get back to work!" he growled. "And keep an eye out for the Assassins, they'll be coming soon."

The guard nodded vigorously then quickly moved off the guard someplace else.

Corbett sighed, then turned back to the painting. "It truly is a shame. but, still. You fell for the Assassin's lies and turned against your brethren. Your lover will be with you soon, don't you worry."