As Connor traversed unnoticed by the guards within Bridewell Prison, his mind - which was always sharp and focused on missions that required stealth - could not help wander in and out of the past. Memories of his training, even though he had believed them to be exciting childish games back then. His Alpha parent, whom he had yet to discover was the Templar Grandmaster, would give him a list of objectives to complete when performing a task.
One of his favorite challenges his father used to give him, was to sneak by unnoticed into the kitchen and steal some cookies. It had actually been quite difficult what with Mrs.Potts' watchful eyes as she tried to prevent the little Omega from spoiling his dinner. But Connor learned how to use distractions, kept his footsteps quiet, maneuvering and hiding himself. When the tasks became too easy, Haytham would give him even more challenges like time limits, or he wanted chocolate macaroons instead of wafers, and a certain plate to serve them on.
But the best part was after the tasks were completed, both father and son would enjoy the benefits of smuggling sweets, much to Mrs.Potts' confusion when she served them tea. Life had been so much simpler then, before the Templars and the Assassins. Before he was forced to choose between the last remnant of his old family and the one he's had the longest.
If only Haytham and Charles could understand.
If only, Kanen'tó:kon had not been an Assassin.
If only he could cast his heart into the crucible, and be free of conflicting feelings and loyalties.
Connor sighed quietly as he knocked a guard out cold before entering the storage room. It did not take long to find Kanen'tó:kon's belongings... which was quite a lot, as the Assassin carried an arsenal of weapons and supplies on his person. Well, the extra weight he carried every day certainly contributed to the Mohawk Alpha's muscular physique. His childhood friend had grown so much since he last saw him, those extra muscles made the Assassin outfit looked a few sizes too small.
While taking a moment to examine the white-hooded long coat Kanen'tó:kon always wear, he realized his own outfit would have to change once he left this place. He would also have to acquire new weapons... and speaking of that, his eyes immediately found those vambraces that his friend had wanted him to retrieve. They were old - perhaps an heirloom from his mentor - but still in very good condition. Needing his hands free, Connor hoped his friend didn't mind if he put them on.
Objective completed, it was now time to return to Kanen'tó:kon's abandoned cell and wait for him to get that key to whatever exit that they would lead them both out. However, just as Connor was halfway to his destination, he heard the pounding of feet against approaching and quickly ducked into one of the vacant rooms. Guards... quite a lot of them, as a few more joined the group in the intersecting hallway. Had Noah or the men he had knocked out, woken up and alerted security?
"Wot's goin' on, sir? Where's the Warden?"
"We don't know, but the prisoner from cell block C has escaped!"
"Wot? The savage that was caused the fight in the mess hall earlier?"
"Trouble making, lout! We outta just get rid of the beast. No one ain't gonna miss 'im!"
"No! General Lee wants him alive for tomorrow. Keep your eyes out for him, men!"
Connor's eyes widen at the information he had just overheard. What did Charles have in store for his friend that was tomorrow? Did it have something to do with Washington's assassination?
He suddenly wanted to follow those guards... but at the same time, he remembered Kanen'tó:kon insisting that he leave. Connor was no longer a Templar, there was nothing he could do if imprisoned again. At least on the outside, he could probably get help. But from whom?
Once he could no longer hear the footsteps of the guards who had passed, Connor stepped out of his hiding place and made his way to the prison entrance. He could very well be captured here, but the odds were low considering that Noah hadn't known about his predicament until discovering him. The former Templar just hooped that the guards would not give him trouble... or he would have to test out how effective these hidden blades really were.
"Hold you!"
Here goes nothing...
"Yes?" he asked upon stopping to face the guards who blocked his path.
"What are you doing here?!" one of them demanded. "It's way past visiting hours!"
"Ah, well this place is like a maze, you see," the Omega answered and appeared to look sheepish. "I lost my way."
"A likely story," the other sneered. "Have you just been waltzing around the place and no one stopped to question you?"
"Everyone seemed preoccupied, but I found my way, and would very much like to leave if you don't mind."
"Oh, we do mind. Very much, you lyin' savage!"
"Shut your mouth, Jacobs!"
Connor tensed even when it was the man who had spoken last who had been addressed. He turned his head to face an approaching prison officer of high rank as the two guards flinched and saluted.
"I'm terribly sorry for their discourtesy, Mister Kenway," the officer addressed him courteously. Connor was stunned how the man knew him. Have they met before?
"It's all right. I was at fault for losing track of time and getting lost so easily..."
"Your disappearance gave Mister Blake quite a scare, sir. We were searching for hours."
It was difficult but he managed to keep a straight face, hoping to beg for Noah's forgiveness one day. "Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience I have caused."
The officer frowned upon seeing him alone, "By any chance, have you seen Mister Blake tonight?"
"Yes... but there were matters he had to take care of before he could leave."
"It is no problem if he is working alongside General Lee."
Charles was still in Bridewell? Connor felt his heart skip a beat in fear and regret.
"I really need to get going," he spoke quickly. "May I please leave?"
"Of course, sir, and once again I apologize for the rude treatment on behalf of my subordinates." The officer extended a hand out to him, which Connor almost hesitantly shook, amber-brown eyes widening slightly in understanding when he saw the Templar ring.
"Thank you."
The confused, paled-faced guards side-stepped out of the way, and Connor walked out of Bridewell Prison a free man.
Well mostly free... he still had an obligation to Kanen'tó:kon after all. His friend was in serious danger if he was involved in one of General Lee's ingenious plans. His former Alpha was clear that the Assassin would be disposed of. Were they planning on using the White Wolf as bait for Commander Washington somehow?
As he road the Aquila down an empty street, Connor heard the sounds of movement from the alley. His eyes narrowed as unease crept up on him. Who were they? Thieves? Or worse, Templars?
With his sharp eyes, he spotted a bare clothesline stretched taunt between two oncoming buildings. Connor spurred his horse into a trot. While maintaining his a grip on the saddle, he gracefully pulled himself up to stand upon Aquila's back as she increased her pace. Once close enough, he leapt up, grabbing hold of the rope and swung himself upwards. Planting his feet onto the clothesline, he pulled himself up in time to see two figures below, who had abandoned the alleys in order to pursue Aquila.
He resisted the urge not to use the hidden blades as he leapt down and tackled them both to the ground.
"Merde!" a voice cursed in French.
Connor was stunned as he sat up while pinning the two down by the back of their necks. He did not know of many Frenchmen among the Templars who served in New York.
"Who are you?" he demanded and pinned them both against the street when they started to struggle to get their legs up under them. "If you refuse to answer me, I will kill you both here and now!"
They tensed, and finally one who wear a tall bear-skin hat spoke up, though his voice was muffled by the ground. "We've met before, Templar."
As if he were struck, Connor staggered away.
"You are... Assassins?"
Indeed these two Alphas were, as they stood up to turn and face him with grim expressions. Although they had had not been introduced, Connor remembered these men had accompanied Kanen'tó:kon when he had arrived to join the Patriots in battle. They could him! Or rather, help their mentor.
"Where is Kanen?" the French Assassin demanded, hands upon the cleavers at his sides.
The former Templar swallowed hard as he stepped forward, "Please, I need your help!"
"You did not answer the question!"
"Why should we help you?"
Connor took a deep calming breath before he spoke.
One-shot: Broken Trust 2/5
As Connor traversed unnoticed by the guards within Bridewell Prison, his mind - which was always sharp and focused on missions that required stealth - could not help wander in and out of the past. Memories of his training, even though he had believed them to be exciting childish games back then. His Alpha parent, whom he had yet to discover was the Templar Grandmaster, would give him a list of objectives to complete when performing a task.
One of his favorite challenges his father used to give him, was to sneak by unnoticed into the kitchen and steal some cookies. It had actually been quite difficult what with Mrs.Potts' watchful eyes as she tried to prevent the little Omega from spoiling his dinner. But Connor learned how to use distractions, kept his footsteps quiet, maneuvering and hiding himself. When the tasks became too easy, Haytham would give him even more challenges like time limits, or he wanted chocolate macaroons instead of wafers, and a certain plate to serve them on.
But the best part was after the tasks were completed, both father and son would enjoy the benefits of smuggling sweets, much to Mrs.Potts' confusion when she served them tea. Life had been so much simpler then, before the Templars and the Assassins. Before he was forced to choose between the last remnant of his old family and the one he's had the longest.
If only Haytham and Charles could understand.
If only, Kanen'tó:kon had not been an Assassin.
If only he could cast his heart into the crucible, and be free of conflicting feelings and loyalties.
Connor sighed quietly as he knocked a guard out cold before entering the storage room. It did not take long to find Kanen'tó:kon's belongings... which was quite a lot, as the Assassin carried an arsenal of weapons and supplies on his person. Well, the extra weight he carried every day certainly contributed to the Mohawk Alpha's muscular physique. His childhood friend had grown so much since he last saw him, those extra muscles made the Assassin outfit looked a few sizes too small.
While taking a moment to examine the white-hooded long coat Kanen'tó:kon always wear, he realized his own outfit would have to change once he left this place. He would also have to acquire new weapons... and speaking of that, his eyes immediately found those vambraces that his friend had wanted him to retrieve. They were old - perhaps an heirloom from his mentor - but still in very good condition. Needing his hands free, Connor hoped his friend didn't mind if he put them on.
Objective completed, it was now time to return to Kanen'tó:kon's abandoned cell and wait for him to get that key to whatever exit that they would lead them both out. However, just as Connor was halfway to his destination, he heard the pounding of feet against approaching and quickly ducked into one of the vacant rooms. Guards... quite a lot of them, as a few more joined the group in the intersecting hallway. Had Noah or the men he had knocked out, woken up and alerted security?
"Wot's goin' on, sir? Where's the Warden?"
"We don't know, but the prisoner from cell block C has escaped!"
"Wot? The savage that was caused the fight in the mess hall earlier?"
"Trouble making, lout! We outta just get rid of the beast. No one ain't gonna miss 'im!"
"No! General Lee wants him alive for tomorrow. Keep your eyes out for him, men!"
Connor's eyes widen at the information he had just overheard. What did Charles have in store for his friend that was tomorrow? Did it have something to do with Washington's assassination?
He suddenly wanted to follow those guards... but at the same time, he remembered Kanen'tó:kon insisting that he leave. Connor was no longer a Templar, there was nothing he could do if imprisoned again. At least on the outside, he could probably get help. But from whom?
Once he could no longer hear the footsteps of the guards who had passed, Connor stepped out of his hiding place and made his way to the prison entrance. He could very well be captured here, but the odds were low considering that Noah hadn't known about his predicament until discovering him. The former Templar just hooped that the guards would not give him trouble... or he would have to test out how effective these hidden blades really were.
"Hold you!"
Here goes nothing...
"Yes?" he asked upon stopping to face the guards who blocked his path.
"What are you doing here?!" one of them demanded. "It's way past visiting hours!"
"Ah, well this place is like a maze, you see," the Omega answered and appeared to look sheepish. "I lost my way."
"A likely story," the other sneered. "Have you just been waltzing around the place and no one stopped to question you?"
"Everyone seemed preoccupied, but I found my way, and would very much like to leave if you don't mind."
"Oh, we do mind. Very much, you lyin' savage!"
"Shut your mouth, Jacobs!"
Connor tensed even when it was the man who had spoken last who had been addressed. He turned his head to face an approaching prison officer of high rank as the two guards flinched and saluted.
"I'm terribly sorry for their discourtesy, Mister Kenway," the officer addressed him courteously. Connor was stunned how the man knew him. Have they met before?
"It's all right. I was at fault for losing track of time and getting lost so easily..."
"Your disappearance gave Mister Blake quite a scare, sir. We were searching for hours."
It was difficult but he managed to keep a straight face, hoping to beg for Noah's forgiveness one day. "Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience I have caused."
The officer frowned upon seeing him alone, "By any chance, have you seen Mister Blake tonight?"
"Yes... but there were matters he had to take care of before he could leave."
"It is no problem if he is working alongside General Lee."
Charles was still in Bridewell? Connor felt his heart skip a beat in fear and regret.
"I really need to get going," he spoke quickly. "May I please leave?"
"Of course, sir, and once again I apologize for the rude treatment on behalf of my subordinates." The officer extended a hand out to him, which Connor almost hesitantly shook, amber-brown eyes widening slightly in understanding when he saw the Templar ring.
"Thank you."
The confused, paled-faced guards side-stepped out of the way, and Connor walked out of Bridewell Prison a free man.
Well mostly free... he still had an obligation to Kanen'tó:kon after all. His friend was in serious danger if he was involved in one of General Lee's ingenious plans. His former Alpha was clear that the Assassin would be disposed of. Were they planning on using the White Wolf as bait for Commander Washington somehow?
As he road the Aquila down an empty street, Connor heard the sounds of movement from the alley. His eyes narrowed as unease crept up on him. Who were they? Thieves? Or worse, Templars?
With his sharp eyes, he spotted a bare clothesline stretched taunt between two oncoming buildings. Connor spurred his horse into a trot. While maintaining his a grip on the saddle, he gracefully pulled himself up to stand upon Aquila's back as she increased her pace. Once close enough, he leapt up, grabbing hold of the rope and swung himself upwards. Planting his feet onto the clothesline, he pulled himself up in time to see two figures below, who had abandoned the alleys in order to pursue Aquila.
He resisted the urge not to use the hidden blades as he leapt down and tackled them both to the ground.
"Merde!" a voice cursed in French.
Connor was stunned as he sat up while pinning the two down by the back of their necks. He did not know of many Frenchmen among the Templars who served in New York.
"Who are you?" he demanded and pinned them both against the street when they started to struggle to get their legs up under them. "If you refuse to answer me, I will kill you both here and now!"
They tensed, and finally one who wear a tall bear-skin hat spoke up, though his voice was muffled by the ground. "We've met before, Templar."
As if he were struck, Connor staggered away.
"You are... Assassins?"
Indeed these two Alphas were, as they stood up to turn and face him with grim expressions. Although they had had not been introduced, Connor remembered these men had accompanied Kanen'tó:kon when he had arrived to join the Patriots in battle. They could him! Or rather, help their mentor.
"Where is Kanen?" the French Assassin demanded, hands upon the cleavers at his sides.
The former Templar swallowed hard as he stepped forward, "Please, I need your help!"
"You did not answer the question!"
"Why should we help you?"
Connor took a deep calming breath before he spoke.
"If you do not, Kanen'tó:kon will die."