Awesome prompt needs to be filled! So I did it. Sorry for the shortness of this part, I am only able to type this from my PS3 since my computer is not with me and quite often I accidentally press the back button on my controller when I type on a real keyboard. But don't worry, I fully plan on finishing this fill. Thanks for your understanding!
Connor thinks he may have overdone it this time. He became just a little too brash, a little too careless, running across rooftops and hopping down to run through the streets when the Brits started to chase him. Their annoyed calls of "Stop right there!" were unheard to the Assassin as Connor hightailed it away from them as fast as he could all the way across Boston, blood pumping loudly, almost painfully in his ears.
He ran into an alley, not realizing in time that there were stationed guards there, enforcing a checkpoint.
He ran right into them.
"Watch it!" one of the two soldiers yelled, shoving Connor back with the side of his musket. Connor just stood there anxiously, eyes widening and darting around. This was not good.
Dawdling here for a few seconds allowed the rest of the soldiers he encountered on the way to surround him. He saw their unmistakable red garments out of the corners of his eyes, coming closer to him swiftly on both sides. It seems that killing a few guards earlier in the day was a bad move, as now it was likely all the guards in Boston have caught up to him in desire for imperial vengeance. Connor sucked in a breath and barreled forward, tearing through the two guards in front of him with his tomahawk, trying to knock them away so he can make the most efficient escape possible unscathed by the legion behind him fastly approaching.
He ran down the alley as quickly as he can, panting from deeply settled-in exhaustion. He unknowingly flinged Redcoats' blood off the metallic blade of his favored weapon as he went, not paying attention to their blood splattering across the brick walls around him. He emerged in a back yard of some sort, a passageway between several surrounding buildings and houses. The somewhat circular area had a convenient haystack on a cart for him to hide in, but Connor shook his head and went past it. There's no way he could hide there successfully in time. The guards were right behind him, surely, and he was Notoriety level 3.
He briefly thought about Achilles, how he would scold him like an old, worried father for being so reckless. He would be right in that and Connor would willingly accept whatever punishment or lecture his mentor would think up as a just recompense. However, he could not die here. He needed to live.
Connor focused his thoughts, so as not to let his mind wander enough to give his enemies an advantage. He quickened his pace, preparing to vault over a staircase and freerun up a wall to get to the roof of his chosen getaway point and make his way safely back to the Homestead.
What he didn't realize, was he attracted the ill will of a few Hessian soldiers in the process of becoming so infamous in this town. They quickly caught up to him with their superior speed to his own and right before Connor could make his first jump to freedom, he sunk to the ground, a sword stabbing through his robes and piercing into his flesh. He fell to his knees from the unexpected pain flooding throughout his body, originating from behind him on the left side of his waist. His body shakily shook and he drew in quick rasping breaths, air whistling through his teeth from being clenched so tightly together.
'Achilles. I have made a costly error this day. I hope you can forgive me.'
FILL 1/? British Soldiers/Connor Gangbang
Connor thinks he may have overdone it this time. He became just a little too brash, a little too careless, running across rooftops and hopping down to run through the streets when the Brits started to chase him. Their annoyed calls of "Stop right there!" were unheard to the Assassin as Connor hightailed it away from them as fast as he could all the way across Boston, blood pumping loudly, almost painfully in his ears.
He ran into an alley, not realizing in time that there were stationed guards there, enforcing a checkpoint.
He ran right into them.
"Watch it!" one of the two soldiers yelled, shoving Connor back with the side of his musket. Connor just stood there anxiously, eyes widening and darting around. This was not good.
Dawdling here for a few seconds allowed the rest of the soldiers he encountered on the way to surround him. He saw their unmistakable red garments out of the corners of his eyes, coming closer to him swiftly on both sides. It seems that killing a few guards earlier in the day was a bad move, as now it was likely all the guards in Boston have caught up to him in desire for imperial vengeance. Connor sucked in a breath and barreled forward, tearing through the two guards in front of him with his tomahawk, trying to knock them away so he can make the most efficient escape possible unscathed by the legion behind him fastly approaching.
He ran down the alley as quickly as he can, panting from deeply settled-in exhaustion. He unknowingly flinged Redcoats' blood off the metallic blade of his favored weapon as he went, not paying attention to their blood splattering across the brick walls around him. He emerged in a back yard of some sort, a passageway between several surrounding buildings and houses. The somewhat circular area had a convenient haystack on a cart for him to hide in, but Connor shook his head and went past it. There's no way he could hide there successfully in time. The guards were right behind him, surely, and he was Notoriety level 3.
He briefly thought about Achilles, how he would scold him like an old, worried father for being so reckless. He would be right in that and Connor would willingly accept whatever punishment or lecture his mentor would think up as a just recompense. However, he could not die here. He needed to live.
Connor focused his thoughts, so as not to let his mind wander enough to give his enemies an advantage. He quickened his pace, preparing to vault over a staircase and freerun up a wall to get to the roof of his chosen getaway point and make his way safely back to the Homestead.
What he didn't realize, was he attracted the ill will of a few Hessian soldiers in the process of becoming so infamous in this town. They quickly caught up to him with their superior speed to his own and right before Connor could make his first jump to freedom, he sunk to the ground, a sword stabbing through his robes and piercing into his flesh. He fell to his knees from the unexpected pain flooding throughout his body, originating from behind him on the left side of his waist. His body shakily shook and he drew in quick rasping breaths, air whistling through his teeth from being clenched so tightly together.
'Achilles. I have made a costly error this day. I hope you can forgive me.'