So here’s a short update with some Haytham POV to explain just how he woke up. I’m very sorry for the lack of updates recently, my muse skipped town without leaving me its travel destination. I had to play music outside their window before they came back to me. I think the next update will be much, MUCH sooner considering this update for some reason was extremely difficult to even write out and the next one will not be so I assure you. Thank you all for reviewing and waiting for me to come back, you are all so amazing.
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Although Connor’s anxious shuffling annoyed him to the greatest extent--enough to wonder if the guards would mind him getting up and beating the boy--he much preferred noises than silence. So when the room suddenly fell quiet without any warning in particular his ears pricked up, listening for the smallest amount of noise even in his half-awake state. Years of being numerous dangerous situations such as these had taught him the advantage of being a light sleeper, the creaking of a door opening had the same effect as cannon fire. Before he could open his eyes or snap at Connor about the intruder his body went stiff and then fell completely limp, absolutely helpless to his mind’s demands. He felt his limbs readjusted sluggishly and a soft snore he would never make escape his lips, infuriating him as he realized the tyrant was pulling his strings like a puppetmaster. The purpose as to why escaped him.
Until he heard a gasp escape Connor’s lips across from him.
He should of immediately realized just what kind of ‘visit’ Washington had intended to make as soon as he had entered through the door. He snarled mentally as he heard the murmurs of a hushed conversation across from him, the rustling of fabric following a pause in their discussion. He struggled against the invisible bonds trying to do anything to let the men know that he was in fact awake and ready to kill the tyrannical bastard in front of him. He heard Connor let out a choking gasp and the sickening sound of skin against skin, feeling himself become nauseous by the disgusting sounds in front of him. Trying to tear himself free even though there was absolutely no way he could get out of the Apple’s influence, no way he could tear Washington off of Connor and finally end that wretched beast’s life. He growled lowly as he felt Washington adjust his body with the artifact’s influence, akin to that of sleepy stirring, as Connor muffled a sharp groan in response. The act felt like it took ages, every second slowly dragging on as he continued to struggle, looking for anything to free him. Was this really happening? Did he really not expect Washington’s sudden appearance in the dead of night, fully knowing that the man must have realized Connor would be left unattended by his allies? He couldn’t believe that he was once again letting his judgement slip up so easily, leaving his weakness open for this man to stab at.
Once again letting Connor take the fall for his idiocy. He should have known that the fool would have discovered other uses for the Apple with his constant fiddling, messing around with it for nights despite not even learning the simplest of secrets. He supposes it was his own arrogance of believing the tyrant to be a bumbling drunk with such an artifact that was past his intellectual understanding. Whatever the case his mind had lead him onto believe it mattered very little now that the damage had been done. All he could do was sit there and wait for the ordeal to be over.
As he mentally shrieked to block out any of the more vile noises that spilled out from the two’s lips.
It ended nearly as quickly as it began with the sound of Washington readjusting his clothes while a body fell to the floor, more than likely belonging to Connor. No sooner had the boy fallen onto the ground Haytham nearly stuttered with a choked gasp as control over his body suddenly returned to him, leaving him spasming with all the movements he had attempted while seized up. He snapped open his eyes, immediately locking them with the smug ones across from him, the malicious grin stretching across that beast’s face. He felt himself roaring in anger before he could even stop himself, curse this damn Apple.
“You horrid bastard!” He struggled at his chains, overwhelmed momentarily by the sheer outrage that took him, the anger that had been silently simmering ever since he had become frozen was now a blinding rage. He had to take a moment to try and calm himself down from his quick loss of control of his emotions, another foolish mistake.
“So you were awake the whole time were you?” Washington asked with false innocence. That was nearly enough in itself to make Haytham fall back into his state of uncontrollable anger. Since when had he started caring this much about what happened to Connor? “It seems you weren’t quiet enough, Connor.” Washington tutted lightly, taking amount to glance down at his still from. That was it, he really couldn’t be blamed for the snapping the threat right at him.
“I’ll kill you for this, for everything you’ve done, all the stupidity your ignorance has reaped. I’ll do it slowly, when your mind his free from that blasted thing as you sob out over and over ‘I don’t know what I’ve done wrong!’ Then when I think you’ve had enough I’ll kill you, never once telling you what you torture was for, even as the life fades from your eyes, you’ll die as ignorant as you were in life.” Haytham hissed as Washington chuckled amusedly.
“A bit dramatic isn’t, Haytham? Perhaps you should tone down your desire to be the center of attention with such interestingly designed fools’ plans. I thought of a much better demise for you, I think you’d like it. Tomorrow when I have won, I will take you out to the cliffs behind the house and have the Apple force you off. Clean and simple isn’t it?” He mused thoughtfully, his tone taking to one of that of terrifying glee.
“What if I survive Washington? You know how much of a pest I can be.” He cautioned lightly, oh he definitely would make sure he would come back to kill him. Or haunt him.
“If you do, which I seriously doubt, I look forward to seeing you upon my door step ready to be thrown once more. I shall do that until you finally die, your luck will run out soon enough.” Washington sounded like he was ready to chuckle, his voice as dripping with amusement at the sight of Haytham’s unraveling. Damn it all, he was supposed to be the one in control here, he was supposed to be the one taunting Washington as he struggled to put all his plans back in line. He was too good at forgetting Lady Fate’s hatred for him, what had he done to anger the beautiful gentlewoman he wondered.
Perhaps she had always been a bit of a wench.
He was so taken by trying to calm his ruffled feathers he barely noticed the sharp movement of Connor springing up from the ground, like a possum who had been playing dead, knife poised and deadly. He drove the dull blade he had been hiding somewhere in his robes into the relaxing body in the seat, hoping that the poor excuse for a blade wasn’t stopped by layers of cloth. Connor missed the tyrant’s neck by a mile and while he scoffed somewhere in the back of his mind at his poor aim he couldn’t really blame the boy for missing after his imprisonment. He was actually surprised he didn’t stab the chair instead. He heard the guards behind him point their muskets at Connor as Washington howled in pain--he would never admit the grin that spread across his lips was that of some twisted, sadistic glee--and glared at the boy with absolute fury before punching him back onto the ground. The smug attitude that had entered him faltered for a moment as the boy fell limp before it returned as the stubborn child smiled as Washington ripped the knife from his shoulder. With Connor out cold nothing stood in his way to keep Washington from him, perhaps Connor’s impulsiveness to stick something painful into the tyrant wasn’t that great of an idea. Washington gripped his shoulder tightly as red blossomed beneath his hand, drenching his clothes. Haytham for some mad reason actually felt a little relief from that, not because the tyrant was still alive but for the simple fact he bled. After going for so long as a God among men it was easy to forget that Washington was just as killable as he had always been.
The Apple just made it a bit more difficult, but when had his line of work been easy?
“I see you have corrupted him once more.” Washington growled as he stood up and marched over to him, glaring down angrily.
“You cannot blame the boy’s hatred of you on me. You created that all on your own.” The punch to his face wasn’t unexpected but it still hurt horribly. Haytham grumbled softly as he stretched his aching and swollen jaw lightly as the man fumed. He really needed to learn to watch his mouth a bit more. A strong hand grabbed his collar and lifted from his seat, making him look down at cold eyes.
“Perhaps not, but I will make sure you never bother me again.” Haytham grunted as Washington dropped him in a heap to the floor before grabbing him by his hair and dragging him towards the back of the mansion.
“You’re going to kill me off now are you?” Haytham asked, the surprise in his tone actually came from the shock that he had actually waited this long in the first place to do so. The tyrant didn’t respond as he continued to tug him along, which only piqued his curiosity rather than his fear. Why not just use the Apple and force him to walk off? Why take the long and laborious process of the act of forcing him off? Perhaps he actually believed the bonds on his wrists to be working? Haytham wanted to laugh at the absurd thought. Surly the man would have realized they were completely useless against the blades that hid along his arms? All it would take was a little flex from the already loose roped before they sliced in half from their sharp edges. Did Washington know that? Did the man even expect that? After the great lengths he went to that made sure Connor wouldn’t leave and after Kanen'tó:kon’s escape wouldn’t he have taken more precautions with him? Maybe he thought him to be too blind to see how he could get away with the danger of the Apple in his grip. Maybe he wanted Haytham to break free so he could give him a more painful death by sword? Or maybe he had actually not realized what he had done himself. The back door opened with a loud creak as Washington continued to pull him towards the cliffside. He would have to time the breaking of the bonds perfectly, enough to catch Washington unaware even if he expected it before snatching the Apple from his grasp and running. The mind control would hopefully wear off quick enough so that he wouldn’t have to worry about musket balls becoming embedded in his flesh as he took care of Washington. The were nearly to the edge as Washington let go of his hair--thankfully, it truly was quite painful-- before turning around. The loud explosion of cannon fire below them nearly made the both of them jump in surprise. It was just the distraction he needed as he moved his wrists and felt the blades snap out and through the coarse rope around his wrists making him reach up to snatch the Apple away from Washington.
The pieces of metal that hit his arm and hand were another.
Haytham wanted to hang himself from the nearby tree in humiliation for how quickly he had forgotten about Washington’s guards. Like ghosts were they and a enormous fool was he. Washington quickly kicked Haytham away, leaving him to hiss as he cradled his wounded arm. His hand was covered in blood spilling from where his once left ring finger was, now dangling by skin and sinew--ironic to lose that finger out of all of them. The sound of cannon fire so close was absolutely deafening as Washington kicked him over before placing a boot upon his neck.
“I was really hoping for more of a fight with you.” So the man had expected it, a pity he escaped too soon. Perhaps being behind Washington would have made sure it was he who became the new home for the musket balls. “I suppose I just have to go forward with the original idea, a lot less interesting I would say.” Washington snatched his collar before pulling him off the ground slightly and to the edge. He reached for his sword with his free hand only to have it slapped away by Washington. “Don’t make this harder for yourself Haytham.”
The cracking of a ship’s mast echoed in his mind before he even got a glimpse of the sea.
Welcome to the New Age - Part 22/???
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Although Connor’s anxious shuffling annoyed him to the greatest extent--enough to wonder if the guards would mind him getting up and beating the boy--he much preferred noises than silence. So when the room suddenly fell quiet without any warning in particular his ears pricked up, listening for the smallest amount of noise even in his half-awake state. Years of being numerous dangerous situations such as these had taught him the advantage of being a light sleeper, the creaking of a door opening had the same effect as cannon fire. Before he could open his eyes or snap at Connor about the intruder his body went stiff and then fell completely limp, absolutely helpless to his mind’s demands. He felt his limbs readjusted sluggishly and a soft snore he would never make escape his lips, infuriating him as he realized the tyrant was pulling his strings like a puppetmaster. The purpose as to why escaped him.
Until he heard a gasp escape Connor’s lips across from him.
He should of immediately realized just what kind of ‘visit’ Washington had intended to make as soon as he had entered through the door. He snarled mentally as he heard the murmurs of a hushed conversation across from him, the rustling of fabric following a pause in their discussion. He struggled against the invisible bonds trying to do anything to let the men know that he was in fact awake and ready to kill the tyrannical bastard in front of him. He heard Connor let out a choking gasp and the sickening sound of skin against skin, feeling himself become nauseous by the disgusting sounds in front of him. Trying to tear himself free even though there was absolutely no way he could get out of the Apple’s influence, no way he could tear Washington off of Connor and finally end that wretched beast’s life. He growled lowly as he felt Washington adjust his body with the artifact’s influence, akin to that of sleepy stirring, as Connor muffled a sharp groan in response. The act felt like it took ages, every second slowly dragging on as he continued to struggle, looking for anything to free him. Was this really happening? Did he really not expect Washington’s sudden appearance in the dead of night, fully knowing that the man must have realized Connor would be left unattended by his allies? He couldn’t believe that he was once again letting his judgement slip up so easily, leaving his weakness open for this man to stab at.
Once again letting Connor take the fall for his idiocy. He should have known that the fool would have discovered other uses for the Apple with his constant fiddling, messing around with it for nights despite not even learning the simplest of secrets. He supposes it was his own arrogance of believing the tyrant to be a bumbling drunk with such an artifact that was past his intellectual understanding. Whatever the case his mind had lead him onto believe it mattered very little now that the damage had been done. All he could do was sit there and wait for the ordeal to be over.
As he mentally shrieked to block out any of the more vile noises that spilled out from the two’s lips.
It ended nearly as quickly as it began with the sound of Washington readjusting his clothes while a body fell to the floor, more than likely belonging to Connor. No sooner had the boy fallen onto the ground Haytham nearly stuttered with a choked gasp as control over his body suddenly returned to him, leaving him spasming with all the movements he had attempted while seized up. He snapped open his eyes, immediately locking them with the smug ones across from him, the malicious grin stretching across that beast’s face. He felt himself roaring in anger before he could even stop himself, curse this damn Apple.
“You horrid bastard!” He struggled at his chains, overwhelmed momentarily by the sheer outrage that took him, the anger that had been silently simmering ever since he had become frozen was now a blinding rage. He had to take a moment to try and calm himself down from his quick loss of control of his emotions, another foolish mistake.
“So you were awake the whole time were you?” Washington asked with false innocence. That was nearly enough in itself to make Haytham fall back into his state of uncontrollable anger. Since when had he started caring this much about what happened to Connor? “It seems you weren’t quiet enough, Connor.” Washington tutted lightly, taking amount to glance down at his still from. That was it, he really couldn’t be blamed for the snapping the threat right at him.
“I’ll kill you for this, for everything you’ve done, all the stupidity your ignorance has reaped. I’ll do it slowly, when your mind his free from that blasted thing as you sob out over and over ‘I don’t know what I’ve done wrong!’ Then when I think you’ve had enough I’ll kill you, never once telling you what you torture was for, even as the life fades from your eyes, you’ll die as ignorant as you were in life.” Haytham hissed as Washington chuckled amusedly.
“A bit dramatic isn’t, Haytham? Perhaps you should tone down your desire to be the center of attention with such interestingly designed fools’ plans. I thought of a much better demise for you, I think you’d like it. Tomorrow when I have won, I will take you out to the cliffs behind the house and have the Apple force you off. Clean and simple isn’t it?” He mused thoughtfully, his tone taking to one of that of terrifying glee.
“What if I survive Washington? You know how much of a pest I can be.” He cautioned lightly, oh he definitely would make sure he would come back to kill him. Or haunt him.
“If you do, which I seriously doubt, I look forward to seeing you upon my door step ready to be thrown once more. I shall do that until you finally die, your luck will run out soon enough.” Washington sounded like he was ready to chuckle, his voice as dripping with amusement at the sight of Haytham’s unraveling. Damn it all, he was supposed to be the one in control here, he was supposed to be the one taunting Washington as he struggled to put all his plans back in line. He was too good at forgetting Lady Fate’s hatred for him, what had he done to anger the beautiful gentlewoman he wondered.
Perhaps she had always been a bit of a wench.
He was so taken by trying to calm his ruffled feathers he barely noticed the sharp movement of Connor springing up from the ground, like a possum who had been playing dead, knife poised and deadly. He drove the dull blade he had been hiding somewhere in his robes into the relaxing body in the seat, hoping that the poor excuse for a blade wasn’t stopped by layers of cloth. Connor missed the tyrant’s neck by a mile and while he scoffed somewhere in the back of his mind at his poor aim he couldn’t really blame the boy for missing after his imprisonment. He was actually surprised he didn’t stab the chair instead. He heard the guards behind him point their muskets at Connor as Washington howled in pain--he would never admit the grin that spread across his lips was that of some twisted, sadistic glee--and glared at the boy with absolute fury before punching him back onto the ground. The smug attitude that had entered him faltered for a moment as the boy fell limp before it returned as the stubborn child smiled as Washington ripped the knife from his shoulder. With Connor out cold nothing stood in his way to keep Washington from him, perhaps Connor’s impulsiveness to stick something painful into the tyrant wasn’t that great of an idea. Washington gripped his shoulder tightly as red blossomed beneath his hand, drenching his clothes. Haytham for some mad reason actually felt a little relief from that, not because the tyrant was still alive but for the simple fact he bled. After going for so long as a God among men it was easy to forget that Washington was just as killable as he had always been.
The Apple just made it a bit more difficult, but when had his line of work been easy?
“I see you have corrupted him once more.” Washington growled as he stood up and marched over to him, glaring down angrily.
“You cannot blame the boy’s hatred of you on me. You created that all on your own.” The punch to his face wasn’t unexpected but it still hurt horribly. Haytham grumbled softly as he stretched his aching and swollen jaw lightly as the man fumed. He really needed to learn to watch his mouth a bit more. A strong hand grabbed his collar and lifted from his seat, making him look down at cold eyes.
“Perhaps not, but I will make sure you never bother me again.” Haytham grunted as Washington dropped him in a heap to the floor before grabbing him by his hair and dragging him towards the back of the mansion.
“You’re going to kill me off now are you?” Haytham asked, the surprise in his tone actually came from the shock that he had actually waited this long in the first place to do so. The tyrant didn’t respond as he continued to tug him along, which only piqued his curiosity rather than his fear. Why not just use the Apple and force him to walk off? Why take the long and laborious process of the act of forcing him off? Perhaps he actually believed the bonds on his wrists to be working? Haytham wanted to laugh at the absurd thought. Surly the man would have realized they were completely useless against the blades that hid along his arms? All it would take was a little flex from the already loose roped before they sliced in half from their sharp edges. Did Washington know that? Did the man even expect that? After the great lengths he went to that made sure Connor wouldn’t leave and after Kanen'tó:kon’s escape wouldn’t he have taken more precautions with him? Maybe he thought him to be too blind to see how he could get away with the danger of the Apple in his grip. Maybe he wanted Haytham to break free so he could give him a more painful death by sword? Or maybe he had actually not realized what he had done himself. The back door opened with a loud creak as Washington continued to pull him towards the cliffside. He would have to time the breaking of the bonds perfectly, enough to catch Washington unaware even if he expected it before snatching the Apple from his grasp and running. The mind control would hopefully wear off quick enough so that he wouldn’t have to worry about musket balls becoming embedded in his flesh as he took care of Washington. The were nearly to the edge as Washington let go of his hair--thankfully, it truly was quite painful-- before turning around. The loud explosion of cannon fire below them nearly made the both of them jump in surprise. It was just the distraction he needed as he moved his wrists and felt the blades snap out and through the coarse rope around his wrists making him reach up to snatch the Apple away from Washington.
The pieces of metal that hit his arm and hand were another.
Haytham wanted to hang himself from the nearby tree in humiliation for how quickly he had forgotten about Washington’s guards. Like ghosts were they and a enormous fool was he. Washington quickly kicked Haytham away, leaving him to hiss as he cradled his wounded arm. His hand was covered in blood spilling from where his once left ring finger was, now dangling by skin and sinew--ironic to lose that finger out of all of them. The sound of cannon fire so close was absolutely deafening as Washington kicked him over before placing a boot upon his neck.
“I was really hoping for more of a fight with you.” So the man had expected it, a pity he escaped too soon. Perhaps being behind Washington would have made sure it was he who became the new home for the musket balls. “I suppose I just have to go forward with the original idea, a lot less interesting I would say.” Washington snatched his collar before pulling him off the ground slightly and to the edge. He reached for his sword with his free hand only to have it slapped away by Washington. “Don’t make this harder for yourself Haytham.”
The cracking of a ship’s mast echoed in his mind before he even got a glimpse of the sea.