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Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [11/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Mostly cleared of snow, the well-trodden track between the main house and the stables gives him little excuse to delay either. On consideration he decides that slipping in round the back seems too guilty and suspicious, feelings he really does not need to foster right now. Besides, it is further to walk. Connor knows he really should have rested the sprain more, that he shouldn't have pushed himself like this. What he should have done was return to Lexington, find Dobby and come back with her, either at a much slower pace or on horseback. Although his sense of urgency might find approval with Achilles, with the man's wife that would not be the case. Once she spots him Abigail will probably be trying to forcibly confine him to a chair for the rest of the week. Providing he is still here to be confined to said chair, that is. He lingers further on the porch, stomach knotting.

Pushed on purely by the fact that he doesn't want the others to come up and find him still standing there, he steels himself, turning the doorknob and stepping through into darkness. Cautiously he shuts the door behind him with as little noise as he can manage, similarly keeping his footfalls soft, slow and quiet out of years-old instinct. Adjusting to the abrupt lack of snow-glare and light in general takes him several seconds, wherein he subconsciously edges closer to the stairs and the 'safer' side of the building. All of the novices are well-practised at navigating the place as quietly as possible, after years of avoiding annoyed older Assassins and also trying to successfully eavesdrop on those very same older Assassins. Fortunately, for him, Connor always has been the best at stealth and sneaking without entirely appearing to be doing so. But as soon as he draws level with it, the door to the study swings open.

'Here you are, we were beginning to worry.' Achilles's hearing is near uncanny. Opening the door wider he gestures; 'Come in.'

Being ushered into the mentor's study has never boded particularly well, to the younger residents of the homestead at least. One can never really tell whether the old man is in a good mood or not, until he starts talking and by then it's already pretty much too late. As usual Connor tries to find distraction in focusing on his surroundings, not that anything here has ever particularly changed within memory. A book might have been taken down from a shelf and the jumble of paper, ink and quills on the desk will no doubt be arranged slightly differently; that is all the change the man ever seems to suffer to his ordered apartment. The eyes of the stuffed eagle perched between the windows are as piercing as they always have been, doing a good job of seeming to follow one around the room. It's an unnerving, unforgiving stare that makes it rather easier to meet that of the room's living occupant.

Having sealed the exit securely behind him, Achilles moves back to his desk and sits. He indicates the chair across from him, waiting patiently for the teenager to comply with the wordless request. Hands clasped together under his chin he merely regards him, subjecting Connor to exactly the close scrutiny he had hoped to escape. It is far from the man's intention to be so intimidating, he knows that, but his own tension is putting him on edge already.

'I trust the weather was not unduly harsh.' Though he knows better the novice still hears the faintest tone of accusation in this innocent remark.

Hesitating only a second too long, conscious that this might be some sort of trap, he goes with his instinct and replies; 'It was no worse than any I have previously experienced.'

'Good.' Achilles's mouth upturns at one side, the closest to a smile one usually gets out of him in these interviews. 'You were successful?'

Instantly dropping eye contact, dwelling instead on his hands as they fidget with one another in his lap, the teenager struggles to find the right way of putting this. He's had two days to figure out the details of this exchange, and he still hasn't got the least idea. 'I... established contact with Haytham and I have managed to learn some details about the Templars' intentions here.'

'Your bearing does not fill me with confidence, Connor.' Crossing his arms and leaning back the mentor awaits further elaboration, expecting bad news.

'Their current objective is to gain the trust of my people, for the sake of information. He did not tell me much but the reason for Haytham's arrival here, as well as the particular interest in my kind, seems to be connected to an artefact of Eden he has in his possession.' Catching the way his mentor's expression abruptly darkens the teenager is quick to explain further; 'Not one of the Pieces themselves, just an amulet of some kind. The markings were clearly of the same origin, but it had no obvious power to it, no clear purpose.'

'Everything those infernal creatures made or do has a purpose. Even if it is not one of the main Pieces, anything of Eden in the hands of the Templars is trouble. Kenway still has it I assume?' While he already seems to know the answer, the man is speaking less out of criticism and more out of resignation.

'Yes. He would not have parted with it willingly.'

Achilles gives a humourless sort of smile but says nothing, gesturing for him to continue, aware that this is not quite the entirety of what he needs to be told just yet.

'His purpose in seeking me was to discover whatever I could tell him about the object. I am unsure how much he knew about it already, but I told him very little; that I had seen markings of a similar kind before, in a place forbidden to outsiders.' Even the Brotherhood haven't been permitted there, although he is sure the elders could be convinced otherwise now. It is the least of their secrets, after all.

'And this satisfied him?' The master Assassin looks sceptical.

Feeling his cheeks start to flush slightly, Connor dips his head. 'No, it was not to his liking. He was... persistent, determined to know where this place was or to get me to take him there, to win my trust if that was what it would take. I had to let him believe that there was a possibility-'

A hand raises, stopping him from digressing too far. Fortunately the mentor is not keen to hear every detail of his thought process, not at this moment in time anyway. 'How exactly does he intend to do this, to gain your trust?'

'I... We...' He breathes deeply. 'By killing General Braddock.'

Silence.

Visibly deep in thought, Achilles is frowning. Whether this is a good sign or not remains anyone's guess. Eventually, after what feels like an age, he starts to speak again, initially seeming to be musing aloud rather than addressing his pupil. 'Braddock, hmm? So Kenway wishes to kill two birds with one stone... When is this killing to take place?'

Still not entirely certain where he stands, the teenager proceeds cautiously. 'Three days ago we infiltrated the British fort Necessity in search of him, but the general had already returned to the front. Instead we discovered a map detailing plans for another of his “expeditions”, set for the summer months, and I suggested that it would be a better idea to ambush him then; to enable us to plan and to create a more plausible explanation for his death.'

Achilles simply stares at him, apparently searching for some extra detail or answer in his features, which he has attempted to carefully school. Minutes tick past before he asks, words coming slowly as he enunciates; 'Kenway is willing to wait for months in order to kill this man, with the hopes of earning your trust, on the chance that you will choose to further enlighten him about the location of these mysterious markings of Eden you mentioned having seen?'

He can't seem to quite believe it. And in all honesty, when put that way Connor finds it fairly hard to believe himself. Of course, that is not quite the whole story there. But while the novice knows that full well, does the mentor? Does he suspect that there is something more to this turn of events, to the grandmaster's preoccupation? As they look at each other across the expanse of the old mahogany desk the younger is almost certain that he does.

'Yes.'

'Should the chance remain of securing the answers they seek do you believe the Templars will continue to focus their attention primarily on this matter?' It's a pragmatic question, rather than the accusation the novice was half-expecting to hear.

'I believe it is a strong possibility.' He may not be able to fully account for the rest of the small colonial Order, but the teenager is fairly confident that Haytham at least will not be turning his attention on the Brotherhood yet.

'Tell me, how long were you in the man's company?'

Feeling his blood turn colder, this turn is the sort of interrogation he had been both expecting and dreading. Surely that is suspicion, or even knowledge, in the mentor's look, is it not? Inwardly panicking, doubting his previously firm resolution, Connor briefly considers telling him everything, regardless of the consequences. A fraction of a second and that foolish idea is cast aside, he had carried out his mission and established a potentially useful connection with the grandmaster. This is not an accusation. He is an Assassin and nobody is questioning his loyalty. His voice stays steady. 'Almost three days.'

'And what is your opinion of him?'

'Dangerous.' Rather than trying to over-think it he opts for a fast and simple response, one of the first words to come into his head. Best not to explore the various other facets of his opinion, particularly out loud.

Achilles gives a nod and sits back, apparently satisfied with that choice. Hands clasped under his chin in an attitude of contemplation he gives another of his little smiles. It nevertheless remains impossible to tell quite what he's really thinking. 'I think I have interrogated you quite enough for now. You look in need of rest, go, tend to your injuries and we will discuss this further later.'

Gratefully grasping the dismissal, despite being a little thrown by quite how sudden it is, the teenager is practically at the door before he fully processes the words. Injuries. Plural. Fighting back the instinct to turn back at this realisation, to seek out some sort of confirmation in his mentor's expression, he instead reaches one hand for the handle. His other strays up to his collar, tugging the material up again as subtly as possible. He needs to leave the room now. Just because Achilles has seen the rather conspicuous bruise on his neck doesn't mean that the man has any idea of its cause, or anything related to that. Even so, Connor is certain that he has not succeeded in escaping suspicion.

It could be his imagination, or the lack of sleep, but he is sure that as he steps out of the room a quiet warning from the master Assassin follows him; 'Watch your step, boy.'

^ Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [11.5/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Whoops, forgot to change the subject line for part 11.5 there *facepalm* So, ahem, yeah, the above is actually the second part of the chapter, sorry for that.

Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [11/?]

[(Anonymous)]

*screams*

Aaagh, this is tense! Do I love you for updating, or hate you for making me worry so much about fictional characters?

Also, well done you for getting through uni! I hope everything went well for you! <3

Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [11/?]

[(Anonymous)]

woohooo! new updates!!! i am going to read from top! keep writing!

Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [11/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Holy fuck, I relate to Connor because I too have completely forgotten about the love bruise and it was such a sudden shock to remember it. I wonder if Achilles suspects. He is no fool, but still...

Anyway, I was so happy to see the update and it really is great news to know the story isn't abandoned. *showers author anon with love*