ONE SHOT 2 | Night terrors

I walk along the streets of Boston, the ground covered in snow. The world is empty; I am the last woman alive. Ash flies in the wind, getting caught in my hair. I walk through the streets forever, never questioning why. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a group of people.

Charles Lee. Haytham Kenway. Thomas Hickey. William Johnson. Pitcairn.

All lined up in a row, swords out.

"How are you here! You're all dead!" I scream.

"We can never be killed!" The shout back in unison. They run towards me, and I look around for Connor. He isn't here.

I draw my sword and wait for the men to reach me. Then, in a swirling mix of metal and flesh, the men are cut down. I straighten up and my sword plunges deep into Haytham's chest, and then I see her.

Alice.

She makes eye contact with me, and then runs off.

"Alice! Wait!" I yell after her.

She doesn't stop so, my heart thudding, I sprint off after her. Who knew a child could be so fast?

Alice leads me through Boston, until we arrive at a wreckage of a home. I see ghosts playing in front of it; James, Alice and I as children. I then recognize the wreckage as my old home. I enter it, and then I am confronted by a terrifying sight; Alice, dead and burnt, her skin red and puckered. She stands up, and opens her eyes. They are a bright, sinful red. She glares at me with the utmost hate in her eyes.

"Why didn't you save me?" She asks, her voice sounding as if a child and a demon were speaking at the same time.

"I-I couldn't! We were children, how was I supposed to save you?" I ask desperately, tears running down my cheeks.

"You could have gone back into the fire, coward! You should have saved me!" She roars. "Why didn't you save me?"

Her voice echoes around Boston.

"I'm sorry!" I cry. "I'm sorry, Alice! I left you, and I'm sorry!"

"So you should be." Alice says quietly.

She walks around the corner and I follow her. We are suddenly at the homestead, in the bedroom Connor and I share. Connor is fast asleep in the bed, and I can't help but smile at him. Suddenly, the whole place is aflame. Connor wakes up and sees the flames.

"Clara! Help me!" He shouts.

I stare at him, horrified.

"I-I can't!" I shout back. I take a step back.

"Clara! Please! Don't leave me here! I'll die!" Connor screams.

"I'm sorry!" I cry.

I run out of the mansion, and I flop down on the grass, watching the homestead burn. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I spin around to see Ratohnhnaké:ton standing behind me, burnt and red, his flesh exposed in many places.

"Ratohnhnaké:ton! You're alive!" I exclaim. I make to hug him, but he steps back.

"Do not touch me! You did not save me!" Connor exclaims.

And with that, he pulls out his tomahawk. He approaches me and I can't move, I'm so scared. He draws the tomahawk up above his head and then swings it down.

"Clara, wake up!" Connor exclaims quietly.

My eyes snap open, and I realize they're wet. I'm panting and shaking like I never have before. I see Connor above me, but the vision of him, dead and burnt, still lingers in my mind and for a moment, he terrifies me. My eyes widen and I flinch away.

"Clara?" Connor asks softly, and I can tell he's slightly hurt.

I look back at him, still leaning over me, but further away. I fling my arms around his neck, refusing to let go, and after a hesitant second he wraps his arms around my waist. Suddenly, overwhelmed with emotion, I start crying into Connor's shoulder.

"Clara! What's wrong?" Connor asks, alarmed.

"I-I don't know!" I sob, embarrassed. I lean away for a second, wiping away the humiliating tears.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Connor asks.

I nod, and lean into him once again.

"It is alright. It was only a dream." Connor says comfortingly, holding me close. He rolls over and pulls me on top of him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Connor asks me, his eyes soft.

"No, not just yet." I say shakily.

Connor nods, and kisses me gently. I sigh, still shaken, but feeling better every second with Connor by my side. He rubs my back slowly, tracing smooth patterns on my back. It feels nice.

"Thank you." I say to him, nuzzling my head into his shoulder.

"Konnorónhkwa." Connor says softly, kissing me on the cheek.

Soon after, we fall asleep, and the dreams stay away as I lie there, wrapped in the comforting embrace of Connor's strong arms.

Hello again!
I hope you guys liked this one-shot, even though it's really short! Sorry for not updating sooner, but school got in the way and then I was just too lazy yesterday to get on and publish this. I just laid in front of the couch and watched TV. Then, at about 2:00 am, I realized I had homework to do.
Yay me!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one-shot and also that small snapshot of my sad and depressing spiral of procrastination! I'll see you after 5 reviews, and probably a few days as well. Also, I'm publishing the first chapter of my Assassin's Creed 2 fanfic at the same time as this. It's called Blooming Flower. The title sounds really stupid on its own, but the Summary is this:
Affection is like a shy flower, reluctant to bloom. Unfortunately for Ezio, this flower may take a bit longer than he expected. Natalia is seemingly immune to his charm, and finally having someone to keep him in line is a whole new thing for the young Italian Assassin. SPOILERS. Ezio/OC
So please read it, because Natalia (maybe Ezio will start calling her Nat, or Nata, or something shorter) is also a badass but is quite different to Clara as well. Also, suggestions for the next one-shot are always appreciated! Love from Jenna