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Put up a Good Show

Ratonhnhaké:ton, or Alex Mercer, was having both a fun and boring life. He was at first surprised to discover that he had somehow time traveled to the 18th century, 1752 to be more precise, and the man he had consumed to regenerate his body was a Kanien'kehá:ka, commonly known as a Mohawk in his time, lived in the village of Kanatahséton located in Mohawk Valley. Thankfully, one of his consumed victims was actually an American Revolution War fan, the knowledge helped him, and he was slowly preparing to move out of New England before the war began.

For two years, he was able to pass for Ratonhnhaké:ton in front of most of the villagers, even Ratonhnhaké:ton's friends, but he wasn't able to hide from two women. Somehow, the two women, with no advanced technology of whatsoever, had seen through his disguise. One treated him well enough that he almost thought he was seeing an aged Dana who was trying to find a pacifistic way to resolve things. The other simply treated him as if he didn't exist or kept her distance from him. They were respectively the clan mother, Oiá:ner, and Kaniehtí:io, or Ziio, Ratonhnhaké:ton's supposed-to-be fiancée.

'Ratonhnhaké:ton,' the clan mother called out as she gestured for him to come closer. Usually, Mercer would have just greeted her and went on with his day, or just talk to her and learn things in a normal human pace. Still he respected the old woman well enough to listen to her. 'Kaniehtí:io and some of our people got captured.'

Alex almost groaned out loud. The other thing Oiá:ner reminded him of Dana was that she would boss him around or send him to do some chores, like hunting or helping someone. He wondered why he hadn't broke someone in half since he had arrived. After all, carnage seemed to be the only thing he was good at. Then again, this was colonial time, there was nothing that could keep up with him and neither was there some kind of entertainment to distract him. Helping people at least passed time and it gave him an excuse to leave the village. Alex nearly scoffed as he remembered something his sister had told him before she got kidnapped. Helping others was good for the soul.

'Don't worry. I will find them and bring them back,' Alex answered as he started heading towards the general direction where Boston was located, when he was far enough from the villager where he was sure no one would accidentally stumble upon him, he quickly transformed himself back to his old self.

With his enhanced speed, he should make it to Boston before Ziio's captors even arrived, giving him more than enough time to set an ambush. He quickly changed into one of the Colonist forms he had consumed when he had first visited Boston. Thankfully, the streets were mostly emptied because of the rain, so it didn't require much effort to pretend to be one of the civilians in this rotten city. He first went to the dock to retrieve some of the necessary materials he would need for the upcoming ambush.

Though it was a bit difficult to transfer said material to the main street where the ambush would take place. It was not because they were heavy, Alex could easily pull a military tank up and throw it to nearby enemies without a sweat. The problem he had was that they wouldn't stop barking like there was no tomorrow.

Dragging the dogs towards closer to the ambush site, he turned his hands into dozens of tendrils and inserted something he had nicknamed as a "bio-bomb" into the animals as they tried to claw out of his hold. When the loud sounds of people marching got closer, he released the infected hounds that ran out of the dark alley to escape the monster, but when they reached the middle of the street, where Redcoat soldiers were about to just walk pass them, red and black tendrils consumed their body, and even larger tendrils emerged from the moving masses that were once the animals. Some of the soldiers were praying to God as they watched in fear as the tendrils burst out in 360 degree and grabbing hold of the people, ground and stone walls before the attached objects were pulled towards the center and exploded. Panic and yells rang in the air as the remaining Redcoats, screaming their head off, ran away from the terrible sight of blood and pieces of flesh.

When the last of the Redcoats left, Alex moved in as Ratonhnhaké:ton and greeted Ziio who gave him a look that asked him if it was really necessary for him to do this. The virus shrugged at the look as he broke the lock and cut the rope that bound Ziio's hands. The Native woman rubbed them lightly as she said in her mother tongue, 'There are still some of our people trapped at the Southgate Fort by the man named Silas, a slaver.'

Both Natives turned and continued down the road, heading towards the Southgate Fort, oblivious to the eyes that were following them.

One of the other things Mercer did to get rid of his boredom was going into the city and caused all sort of trouble, nothing that would attract too many attention, like ripping someone to pieces or spilling someone's organs out. He would then set a challenge to himself, like beating 20 guys in two minutes or having an entire squad of Redcoats chasing him and he needed to hide without using his shape shift ability or super speed to escape. Restriction and stealth were never his forte, so he supposed one day that he should start training himself to get better. Alex had felt weak back then when his powers were sealed, because of a biological parasite Gentek created to deal with him, so at that moment he refused to feel that again. Stealth would be useful if he ever found a job in assassination when he left America, and it would probably help him lay low for a while.

Alex was grinning madly as he and Ziio reached the fort, hiding under the cover of bushes, observing and remembering the patterns of each soldier's march. Should I set the game for timing? No, no, no, they might use the prisoners. Perhaps a stealthy approach?

Boredom could really drive people crazy, especially a Prototype.

After ten minutes of non-blinking observation, Ziio asked, 'Why haven't you left yet?'

Alex paused in his mental challenge planning and turned his attention on the Native woman who was still spying on the British. The virus was uncertain how to answer that. He had money, enough to travel to some place else. He was free and he was unknown. Alex closed his eyes as if it would help him find a clear answer to Ziio's question. In truth, he knew why he wanted to stay and why he did not want to stay. What he knew was that the village and Boston were the only two places his Mohawk victim had knowledge about, but outside of those two areas, he knew nothing of this world. Staying in Mohawk Valley felt safe, much like the safe house Dana had shown him, it was a place where he could return to, but that apartment was gone along with its safety. Mohawk Valley would follow soon when the Revolution began. He could leave, but he would just wander aimlessly in this foreign world. He had no faith in himself, no belief or trust on anything. It might be a soul-searching journey one day.

'Because I have no where else to go,' Alex finally answered, truthfully for once. Before he stood up and held a hand out. 'Stay here. I'll go get everyone out.'

He quickly left the Native behind and crept into one of the shadowed spots where he shifted his clothing to that of a Redcoat and walked into the fort, walking pass soldiers or leaning against some stack-up boxes when a small squad passed, hiding in plain site. He spotted three locations where the prisoners were held, though he was frowning heavily when he saw three of the captured Natives were stashed on a boat surrounded byTWICE-BE-DAMNED WATER. Despite the fact that his body was pretty much invulnerable against everything, Dr. Mercer's hydrophobia was imbedded in his mind to the point that whenever his head was under water, he would instinctively jumped out of it.

Alex shook his head lightly, hoping to get rid of the fear creeping in the back of his mind, as he went to release the prisoners on the land before getting on the boat. He would have consumed the unlucky guards that were looking after the prisoners, but he did not think it was worth to announce to the entire New England that he was a monster that could devour its preys without leaving bones behind. When he turned to head towards the dread ship, he saw someone else freeing the hostages. Alex ignored the man for now, because he had to get the Natives out of here before Silas noticed anything.

By getting out, he meant going with a huge bang. Alex cringed slightly when he heard Silas shouted, 'An hour of quiet was all I asked. Instead I'm awakened not ten minutes later by this cacophonous madness! I expect an explanation – and it had best be good!'

When the high-ranking officer walked towards the ledge to see what caused the commotion, Alex's lips stretched into a feral smirk as he watched the man shouting at his soldiers about his merchandises being set free. While he knew that he was going to fight those pawns around the king with his axe and arrows instead of his claws and blade, Alex couldn't help but feel his desire for slaughter grow. It had been too long since he had painted something in blood.

While Ziio came and led her people to battle, Alex already dashed towards the squad that was preparing to fire at them and killed them brutally.

Haytham Kenway had been a killer since he was ten. As a Templar, he had seen wars and battles that could break even the sanest man in the world. His life was made of death of his allies and enemies. He killed his opponents quickly and effectively, and he never harmed any innocent or bystander who had accidentally witnessed his kill, much like the Assassins and their creed.

Apparently, New World showed him that he hadn't seen everything yet. He had gathered the allies Reginald Birch had appointed to him and they would set out to find the precursor's storehouse and retrieve the artefacts within it. William Johnson told him that the markings on the precursor key were similar to that of the Mohawk tribe. Thomas Hickey suggested that they saved some of the Native American slaves to earn to trust. Haytham planned to infiltrate the Southgate Fort by ambushing a convoy of new slaves, but someone had beaten them to it and released the prisoners. The man had left a gory scene behind, one that unsettled his companions and him.

Now Haytham saw the man again, he couldn't help but study him, he was like many of the Natives, but unlike the others, he fought like a rabid animal, there were no grace or precision in his strikes, there was only the desire to crush his enemies. The Templar quickly turned his attention to assassinate Silas and apparently, the Native berserker was also heading for the leader of this fort. The action both unnerved and angered him.

Kenway never had anyone challenge him and even those who did prove to be a weaker adversary. This man was no different.

While he started climbing his way up to Silas' position, the Native simply barged through the Redcoats, slicing and cutting the obstacles away as if they were nothing more than high grass. Haytham doubled his effort to reach his target when the man reached the upper level, he reached the top, pulling out his pistol, and fired at the slaver's stomach just as a tomahawk cut through the air and imbedded in shoulder of the man. Haytham looked back at where the weapon was thrown from and spotted the Native warrior who was staring at him. Both men stared at each other for a minute before someone yelled, 'Ratonhnhaké:ton!'

The man, Ratonhnhaké:ton, broke eye contact to look at the woman he came with, she was gesturing to the gate. Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated, staring back and forth between him and her, then he relaxed and stepped back, but his gaze were still very predatory. The Native then jumped over the stone stairways to join his gathering kin as the woman pushed him to help an injured comerade. Haytham removed his tricorn hat and leaned against edge to study the two Native Americans who, with no extra man power or weapons, had successfully stormed an entire fort effortlessly and without any of their people dying in the process.

Ratonhnhaké:ton seemed to notice his stare and turned around to glare at him, surprising Haytham enough that he immediately turned his gaze to the woman next to him. Haytham didn't know why, but he couldn't but be facinated by the foreigner. The man pushed him to reach his target faster, challenging him and he somehow managed to keep up with him, something no one had been able to. A small part of his mind whispered. Both a dangerous and exotic creature.

The British paled slightly at the last thought and instantly focused his entire attention on the woman beside Ratonhnhaké:ton. Haytham never once questioned whether he liked men or women, seeing that he spent his entire life seeking vengerance on those who had tore his family apart and looking for his sister, Jennifer Scott Kenway, and devoting himself to the Order's cause. His frown deepened when he remembered Jenny teasing him about only liking beautiful things. Sure, he liked beautiful things, such as weapons, a bit on clothings, and tricorn hats, but he did not think his interest in pretty things went over love interest too.

He shivered slightly as he glanced back at the Native man, who was holding his injured brethan up, glared him with more force than before, he refocused on the female who was now giving him a small smile which he returned before the woman's face was blank once more and left with Ratonhnhaké:ton trailing behind.

Charles Lee came over then and asked, 'What happens now?'

'We wait,' Haytham answered. Voice professional and serious, his nervousness over the foreigner's gaze evaporated. 'Though not for very long, I suspect...'

It was after weeks of patient waiting that I see that man again. It was also when my feelings turned into a storm. It was one that I could not calm. One that I knew would later affect my duties...