14Writing with a main oc is quite a challenge, and one I just simply can't get the hang off. Admitted I had got this to 11 chapters, but it just didn't seem right to me. I don't know when I'll get back to this, as Assassin's Creed has never really been a game what I truly liked. Origins I'd probably my favourite though and that's pushing it.
Yorkshire
Two young Assassin's stood awaiting their next target.
"You think we should?" one asked thoughtful while keeping his gaze on the surrounding area.
The other a female, turned to her partner with a frown. "You wish to stay here?"
"Not in the least," he shook his head, trying to convince himself more.
"Missing mummy already?" she teased him.
"Lil..."
"Shush!" she quickly halted his speech.
He turned back to see a smartly dressed individual, sporting the Templar pin proudly on his chest, which he was puffing out to make himself look more larger than what he was. Unfortunately, he just didn't have the body mass to back it up.
"Do you have it?" he now asked, failing yet again at trying to be intimidating.
"Yeah, I got it." A scruffy looking man responded, stepping out from the shadows.
"Hand it over," the Templar ordered.
"We had a deal," the scruffy man spat near the man's shinny shoes.
The Templar sighed loudly as he reached into his pocket.
"What you want this thing for anyway?" the scruffy man asked.
"That's none of your concern," the Templar frowned, pulling his hand from his coat now holding a large amount of notes.
The scruffy man was quick to grab said notes as the Templar swiped the thing from his grubby hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you, guv." The man smiled as he walked off whistling.
However, things wouldn't end well for the scruffy looking man as the Templar raised a hand in the air, signalling with his fingers to his Templar lackeys to go deal with him and get his notes back. There was no cry from the man, that would come from some poor passerby come morning.
"Now to get this to..."
"What is it?" one of the lesser Templars asked, turning to look down the alley where the higher Templar was now looking.
"Nothing," he waved it off before thinking to himself. "Why am I so on edge?"
The two Assassin's followed on, taking to the shadows or rooftops.
"Lillian," her partner waved her over.
She nimbly walked over to perch herself on the edge next to him.
"Isn't that your father?" he asked, pointing at the figure rushing through the alleyway.
Lillian looked down, seeing it was indeed her father. She watched as he quickly stopped, flattening himself back against the wall at the sound of footsteps. A Templar walked right by him and her father sprang from the shadows to quickly end his life, while dragging him away.
"What is he doing?" she thought aloud, a scowl setting on her face. "We were sent here, not him."
"He's heading for the..."
"I can see," she huffed, setting about heading for her father's destination before he could get there.
"Lily!"
She disappeared through an open window, sliding inside the warehouse to take to the beams.
"I have the artefact, sir." The scrawny Templar, who puffed out his chest proudly announced.
A large man who'd been leaning over a table with tons of parchment scattered upon it turned around, holding out his hand to take the artefact.
"And what of the Assassin?"
"He followed me, sir. As you predicted."
"Good," the large Templar smiled.
"Do you wish me to stay, sir?"
"No," he turned back to table, placing the artefact down upon it.
"Father," Lillian now thought, having a split second to think what to do.
"Lillian," her partner whispered.
She looked up to him before turning her attention back to the large Templar below.
"It's a trap," she hissed before suddenly dropping down from the beam.
She landed right on the Templars back, sending him forward onto the table. The man roared in annoyance, swinging his arm around just as Lillian raised her arm while activating her hidden blade. He caught her on the side of the head with his elbow. She shook her head to clear her now clouding vision.
"Get off of me!" the Templar snapped as he now stood to ram her back into the wall.
Getting the wind knocked right out of her sent her sliding down the wall to the floor. She narrowly dodged his large fist, that dented the wall a little.
"Come here!" he snarled as she scrambled to her feet.
Quickly reaching for her kukri, she slashed at his side getting a hiss and swipe in return. The blow knocked her off her feet, but she quickly got back up to quickly avoid another blow.
"Little bitch!" he snarled, now pulling out his own dagger to swipe at her.
He was quite pleased to hear a small cry as his blade caught the flesh on her arm. Blood seeped down her arm and into her fist, which held her kukri tightly. She ignored the sticky feel as she kept her grip on the handle.
"You're fighting a losing battle, you little..."
She spun around him as he ran at her, swinging his arm in her direction, blade slicing through the air missing her by a inch. He snarled as he tried to turn just as she swung her arm up, her blade slicing him up his back. He was slow, yes, but powerful. She was fast and agile, but weaker. He knew he wouldn't turn quick enough and so lifted his arm, catching her in the jaw.
Once again it was a cruel blow, catching her off guard. Lifting a large boot he kicked her in the side, sending her to the floor. Her kukri slipped from her hand, landing with clatter. He loomed closer to her, large boot hovering over her hand before it came down relentlessly. She screamed as she heard the all too familiar snap of bones.
He laughed thinking he now had the upper hand, until she slipped a throwing knife from her coat to forcefully impale right through his foot and her own hand. This time it was him crying out and cursing.
"Fuck!" he growled, reaching down to pull out the knife.
Lillian quickly scrambled over to grab her kukri just as the Templar threw the throwing knife to the floor to then storm over. He kicked her in the chest angrily then brought his blade down diagonally across her face, blood splattered to the floor as Lillian quickly brought up her hands to her face, crying out. Everything after that seemed as if to be a dream. She heard muffled voices through her screams.
"You weren't to hurt her!" a man was yelling.
"She started it!"
She felt a hand on her shoulder, before being heaved up.
"Lillian," a familiar voice called to her.
"You should never have made a deal with us Assassin and this would have never happened!" the Templar roared. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you!"
She found herself being placed gently back on the floor.
"This is not how I wanted things to go! Now I guess we have no other choice!"
Lillian found she'd lost consciousness a few times, only picking up on grunts and groans.
"Lily!" someone else now called out to her. "Lily, we need to get out of here. Can you stand? Lillian!"
She felt herself being heaved up, her arm being draped over someone's shoulders. An arm snaking across her back, a hand resting on her side. She had no other choice but to move with the one dragging her forcefully out.
London
Two Assassin's were now stepping on the platform from travelling in one of the empty cargo cars of a train.
"This is London," the male of the two thought aloud. "Much more crowded here."
His female twin nodded in agreement.
"But if it brings more work," he smiled, rubbing his hands together. "I'll manage."
His twin gave him a look.
"Well, time to see what London offers." He thought as a young boy bumped into him.
"Dreadfully sorry, sir." The boy smiled up at him.
"Scram!" he frowned.
The boy nodded and ran off down the alleyway just as it occurred to the Assassin that his coin had been swiped right from under his nose.
"You little bugger!" he yelled after the boy.
"Jacob!" his twin glared, taking chase.
She however, took the smarter route, keeping clear track of the young boy from above. Finally thinking he was in the clear, the woman dropped down. The young boy fell back onto his backside in shock, coins flying through the air to scatter all around him.
"H-How'd you do that?" he asked in wonderment.
"Hand over the pouch," she told him, holding out her hand, moving her fingers up and down to get him to hurry.
He scrambled to his feet, collecting all the fallen coins to stuff back into the pouch and reluctantly handed it over.
"Here," he frowned.
"Don't steal if you know you can't get away with it," she warned him.
He started to walk off in a huff, until she stopped him.
"Wait," she called out.
"I haven't stole any, I swear!" he shot back.
"I never said you had," she smiled, reaching into the pouch to draw a few coins. "Here."
He smiled at her. "Thanks, miss."
"Evie!" her twin now skidded to a halt in front of her, just barely catching the coin purse she'd threw at his chest.
He weighed up the purse and frowned.
"Evie," he glared at her.
"You can spare it, Jacob." Her expression now serious once again.
He stuffed the purse in his coat pocket this time.
"I don't have enough to just throw away to brats that steal from me!" he complained as they walked.
"You should take better care then," she sternly reminded him.
"Ohh, a pub..." he now turned to head off, only to have his twin grab the collar of his coat and drag him back.
"Evie!" he hissed.
"Must I always remind you, Jacob." She glared. "We're here because of fath..."
Her twin groaned loudly, getting people looking at them.
"Father this, father that!" he huffed, turning to bump into a man.
Pages flew from his hand, scattering across the floor.
"Bloody hell!" the man frowned, now bending down to pick up his pages, Evie now helping.
She just smiled as she passed the man his pages back, while Jacob paid no mind to what the man was going on about.
"What was that?" he frowned.
"Charles Dickens I think," Evie pondered, remembering a little of what her father said about his work.
Jacob shook his head and continued on. "Well, where do we start? Oh, mighty planner."
Evie turned to him. "Don't you remember all your big plans, which was, oh yes mere moments ago."
Jacob's face lit up. "So I get to do the planning?"
"No."
"Evie!" he frowned, having no other choice but to follow her on.
On the rails
Phillip sat talking to Lillian, who now had her face bandaged up. Her hood was pulled up over her head to conceal herself, though at the moment she was currently riding in a half full cargo car of a train. A rolled up blanket was used as a makeshift pillow.
"I never knew I could do it," Phillip trailed on, talking about something Lillian had lost interest in long ago. "Then I met you and..."
Lillian dozed off, leaving her partner to turn to look out at the scenery. They didn't have anywhere particular in mind, just going where the train took them. Soon Phillip found he could no longer fight off the urge to sleep and found himself drifting off.
The train jolted him awake and he jumped up with lightning reflexes, looking out to see they were heading into dangerous waters.
"Templars," he frowned. "Shit."
He made his way over to Lillian and shook her slightly.
"Lily," he whispered. "Lily, we need to move."
She moaned as he pulled her to her feet.
"You can rest properly as soon as we get...fuck!" another jolt nearly sent them flying.
The train now slowed as it reached a checkpoint, a group of Templars slowly made their way over as the pair slipped away into the night.
"Wonder where the hell we are?" Phillip pondered as he looked around, pulling Lillian closer against him.
They made their way through the streets, a few pubs were still open thankfully.
"A room if you'd be so kind," Phillip told the barkeep.
The man looked between the two as he slowly dried a tankard.
"No room," he now stated.
Phillip sighed as he reached into his pocket to pull out a hefty coin purse, which dropped heavily onto the bar with a few coins escaping it. The barkeep looked down greedily at the coin, his hand now leaving the towel inside the tankard to quickly rest upon the coin. Phillip, just as fast placed his hand upon the barkeeps.
"Three days," he stated. "Breakfast and dinner brought to our room each day. We'll have something now too."
The barkeep nodded and as soon as Phillips hand receded, the coin purse was slipped into his apron.
"Tommy," the man spat.
"Yes, sir." A young boy responded.
"Show them to their rooms then get them something cooked up from the back."
"Yes, sir." The boy nodded and scampered off to get their room key. "This way, um, sir and madam."
Phillip helped Lillian upstairs, he gave the boy a couple coins for his effort knowing the barkeep would keep all the coin to himself. The boy thanked him and set about getting them something cooked up. Once inside Lillian dropped off to sleep as soon as Phillip helped her to bed.
Warm food was brought upstairs shortly after. The boy slowly set two plates on the small table, as Phillip was tending to blade. He looked up to see the boy staring, who then quickly lowered his gaze and slipped from the room. Phillip shook his head with a small smile before standing to check if Lillian would be eating anything, since not having anything since the day of the incident.
A fever broke out the following day and he never left her side. A damp cloth changed every time it became warm, the dressing on her face was changed. He frowned deeply at the wound, it was healing nicely, but the scar that was forming would not fade over the next few days, months or even years. He wondered if it ever would.
"Never mind," he sighed. "You're still as beautiful as the first time we met."
He kissed her lightly and sat by her bed until she was well again.
