My screen broke! Crap, but I plugged it up to the TV for a temp fix. Problem solve until I can have the money to actually fix it. I was wrong about Shay being in this chapter, but our main man Haytham!
God, I would love to have him to be my baby daddy...
*clears my throat*
I have a boyfriend
I have a boyfriend
Sorry, lost myself there for a second.
A loud pounding on the door that came from upstairs that had awoken her from her slumber. The Irish girl quickly ripped off the coat shoving it back in the trunk. After what had occurred today, Catherine was terrified, it could be a number of people. Catherine brought up the sword to defend herself. Even though the girl had never held a sword before in her life, wanted to be ready for a fight. Catherine kept it close to her side before walking up the stairs to the front door. Turning the knob under her palm and pulled the door open. Two visitors that stood by the door: Samuel Adams and the native boy, Connor.
The sun was peeking over the harbor's horizon: The sky was filled with arrays of pink and yellows. But Catherine was too focus on the two men in front of her to see the early morning.
She had never met Samuel Adams in person but had seen a glimpse of him and heard his name on multiple occasions from James. "Catherine Cormac?"
"Y-yes," It took a moment for Catherine to find her voice
"May we come in?"
She nodded ushering the two men inside where Catherine glanced at Connor who was happy to see he wasn't arrested.
The door shut behind them as they walked in."Who sent you ?"
"Connor, here, wanted to check on you ." He stared at her for a few moments, "Are you injured?"
Catherine soon realized what he meant, her mother's blood was all over shirt and waistcoat. "Uh..no..it-its not mine." She had gotten sick just thinking that she was wearing her mother's blood all over her garments.
Samuel made a slight face of understanding, "Your friend, James was arrested, but I have even graver news."
He didn't have to say it. "My mother's dead," Catherine spoke up, she knew she left before she could see her take her last breath. "James and I carried her to Dr. White. Her wound became infected due to the musket balls."
James was in Jail and her mother had succumbed to her wounds. Right now she was truly alone in this city.
"Connor told me of the situation that you both been in and we worked to have your names cleared."
A normal person would let that be a relief, but that did nothing for Catherine. She looked like an outright mess with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Thanks,"
Connor looked at the girl, a memory of when he lost his mother and the emotions came along with it. He was unsure what words to tell her, but he knew whatever he said to her would not bring her mother back.
Samuel touched Catherine shoulder in comfort, "Lass, do you have any family outside of the city you can stay with until this whole incident blows over?"
Catherine shook her head no, "I've never left the city, and I have nowhere to go but here. This is my home."
Connor spoke up in a quiet tone, "She can come with me, I have a place where she can stay for a while."
Catherine opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Adams was right about her leaving the city, she shouldn't linger here until its safe, "But what about my pub?"
"Just close it down, I'll have some people board it up so no one breaks in."
"I'll need an hour to prepare," Catherine sniffed, "Where are we going?"
"There is a manor out on the frontier that I've been living there the past few months,"
Samuel looked at Connor with a smile, "I am sure Achilles won't mind housing you in your time of need."
Catherine's mind went blank at the name of Achilles, "Would his surname be Davenport?"
"Yes, do you know of him?"
"My mother knows…Knew…him. " Catherine cleared her throat. "I-I will ready things." She turned her attention to Adams. "My mother was a strong Catholic, she would want ceremony as one. She would want to burry next to her brother and parents in Granary."
"I'll have those arrangements planned," Samuel pat her back. In a caring manner, but it didn't do anything for her. The son of liberty soon left with the native, leaving her alone to grieve.
The morning was chilly with a feeling of death in the air that was haunting the city. Catherine wore a tattered old cloak with a cotton winter dress. She only had one pair of trousers and one good winter coat that was ruined with her mother's blood. She took them off and threw them in the fireplace as she changed.
Everything that was great importance to her was tucked away in a sack that was hanging over her shoulder. She knew eventually she would come back for the rest of her items one day, but she wasn't sure when. A wooden sign was placed in front of the pub that read CLOSED FOR INDEFINITELY. The young girl was unsure when she was coming back, but she prayed that everything would work out so that one day she could return.
"Mama, I am sorry." Catherine breathed in the wind as if her mother was there by her side.
She still felt numb
Numb and scared
Her palms were sweaty, her heart raced, and she felt like she could wake up and let this all be a nightmare. Catherine let out a shaky breath as she walked away from the only life she had ever known. The only sound was the snow that crunched under her boots as she walked away.
Haytham Kenway knew that the deaths that occurred today in Boston were a sacrifice to start the spark of the revolution, but everything didn't go as a plan. thankfully, Lee was able to step in. The one hiccup that almost cocked the whole thing up was when the native and that curly red headed girl stepped in to stop the first man he had hired, it was ashamed he had to die, but what was a bigger disappointment was that he was writing a letter to Shay Patrick Cormac. by faith, Shay's wife, Rose Cormac, had stepped into the crossfire. Haytham knew that she was once known as Rose O'Brien, the younger sister of a high ranking Assassin that was killed years ago in the arctic circle. Shay had appeared and disappeared out of Rose's life throughout the years, leaving her and their young child alone, but he had promised, Shay, they would be protected and cared for.
The Grand Master Templar was sitting at an old inn outside of Boston in Charlestown waiting to hear a word about who the young teenagers, a young native and a girl with bright red curly hair. He wasn't going to admit it, but they both had a fighting natural talent. He watched as the native took off with speed from the rooftop, while the other one flew off the rooftop and into the crowd like a mad woman. She had such a natural talent for such a young age. He would find it hard to press if she wasn't trained.
He looked up from his letter as soon as he heard the tavern door open and saw Lee making his way towards the grand master with a disturbed look on his face, Haytham knew that this couldn't be good news. "What news have you heard?" the question rolled off Haytham tongue as he set the quill back in the Inkwell.
Lee fidgets with his fingers before he sat at the other side of the table."I have news, but it is not good news." He cleared his throat before he finished answering the question. "The girl on the roof…That was Catherine Cormac, Shay's girl."
Haytham sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose, that would make so much sense. She differently was her father's daughter with that kind of talent. "Do you have any word of her location?" He had to make right of this situation, she had seen Lee on the roof, which meant she could talk to the right people, telling them what she saw. This action could throw away years of work. He wasn't going to harm the girl, but he wasn't going to coddle the girl either. He hoped to have her confined to a safe place until her father came back to the colonies.
"There is a young lad in custody who gave us the location of her home, but she was long gone. Apparently the British were already after, but they found her location at a doctor's home. She fled the scene as her mother died." Lee explained the story as he took a drink from a barmaid giving her a piece of coin and a small tip.
Haytham thought for a moment, "I want that girl found…she is one of us. Cormac is one of the most respected members of our order. This is a very delicate situation."
Lee nods in agreement, "I can handle it if you like."
"No, She saw you on that roof, she is probably on edge and scared…I want Hickey's underground network to see if they can find her and I want to be the first to know."
Lee seemed to understand, "I'll make sure it's done…do you think Cormac might be coming back with this news?"
"Possibly, but he is still in Europe on a task I set him to do…I don't know what his reaction will be."
"Do you think it's possible she might want to go out for revenge?"
Haytham shook his head, "The girl has no formal training, Shay made it clear that he wanted his family out of the crossfire of the fighting."
"She just needs to console like a child."
"Exactly,"
Lee set his drink down,"What about native?"
Haythatm thought about the boy he saw on the roof, a wave of familiarity washed over him just starring at the wide brown eyes of the lad for just a moment.
"I want information on him,"
"Of course sir."
A few days after the meeting, Haytham learned in that same tavern surrounded by his inner circle that this native boy was his only son, and the native woman he spent that blessed summer with, Ziio, was dead. He felt sickened that he learned of Charles hurting a small child. He didn't blame the boy to be out for blood, but he could have the feeling that everything soon will be shifted out of his balance.