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Yes anons here it is, the confrontation. Here comes the beginning of drama as well as one more dual perspective. Thanks for for all the amazing comments! I should be fully back in two more days so no more rushed out updates and hopefully less mistakes made.

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That glad feeling he had about confronting Washington had completely vanished when he was thrown onto the ground and beaten. He struggled desperately with himself to not fight back as he groaned in pain when he felt a particular harsh kick hit his ribs. He hoped the reward of killing Washington would make up for this. The next thing he knew ropes had been tied around his wrists and he was being dragged down the street, eyes of civilians stared out of windows and doorways to see just what the commotion was about. They looked neither distressed or joyful at his capture. He sighed lightly, of course they wouldn’t actually care about his arrest, they hadn’t shown any sign of needing or wanting him before--or so he thought.

When they had reached the castle walls he saw Charles waiting at the entrance making him relax in relief, so far everything was going as planned. Charles walked forward as the soldiers stopped. “I’ll take him from here.” The soldiers didn’t protest as they handed him over, the man grabbing his arm tightly in false cruelty before dragging him into the courtyard. Once they were far enough away Charles stopped and walked behind him, the sound of a knife unsheathing and his hands becoming free made him grin in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to carry out the plan.

“Keep your hands together like they are tied, struggle from time to time too.” Charles said softly, as he started walking again to the large doors that marked the entrance to the castle. “It will make it more believable that way and less likely a soldier will notice. Although they are pretty much blinded to everything that Washington doesn’t point out for them.”

Kanen'tó:kon nodded in response and did so, looking around the rest of the area for possible escapes. Running along the wall would not be a great idea for it would make an excellent target for the bombardment of the castle, same with the roof. Faulkner would know they were inside so hopefully he’d pick targets away from where they could possibly be, which meant running on the ground through everyone would be the better idea. That would be tricky, however since the Apple itself wouldn’t be too hard to carry he could still fight and dash out of there before anything bad happened. Avoiding a stray cannonball would be the only thing he had to worry about and he had no idea how to prepare for something like that.

A soldier raised their hand as they approached the enormous carved doors, “He is not yet ready to see you yet.” Kanen'tó:kon could practically hear Charles roll his eyes in irritation making him grin softly. The three of them sat there in awkward silence for what seemed like hours as they waited to be given permission to head inside. He glanced around again, listening to the stomping of boots not far behind them, anxiety beginning to form in his gut. He hoped the tyrant planned to indeed torture him before his inevitable execution, noon tomorrow seemed like it was days away now when he thought about it. Would that be quick enough to save him? He didn’t have long to dwell on it before the large doors in front of him creaked open and Charles handed him off to the two soldiers in front of him. They dragged him in for a second, barely allowing him to get a glimpse inside as they tossed him onto the ground, growling lowly in slight anger at the manhandling. His achy body groaned in protest at the treatment before the soldiers found their way to his sides, making him kneel with his head bent down towards the floor.

“So,” The man before him began, his voice dripping with arrogance “You’re the one whose been acting as a thorn in my side. Tell me, did you really think you could get away forever? Or did you think you were as careful as you thought?”

Kanen'tó:kon struggled lightly in the soldiers’ grip, needing to look up. “Or maybe it was because I wanted to see the fear in your eyes, face-to-face.” He heard what sound like a stifled gasp and blinked in surprise, was that Washington taunting him? He didn’t think on it too long as the man began speaking again.

“Well then we should get a good look at each other shouldn’t we? Remove his hood.” A year ago Kanen'tó:kon would have loved to have taken his hood off to show the enemy just who he was, wanting them to know who their killer was, but now he had grown so used to it he snarled lightly when the cloth has pulled back. His head was still forced to look down upon the floor, until he heard the snap of fingers and his head was jerked back by his hair allowing him to finally see the man after five years.

He hadn’t changed much, he realized, the face was still the same--perhaps looked older by a year or two--his grin was still as feral as before, his eyes as dark and predatory as they had been. The only thing that was different were the layers of clothing he decorated himself in, the crown of gold and jewels that sat upon his head, and the man sitting on his lap.

The man was unfamiliar and surprised Kanen'tó:kon slightly when his eyes stumbled upon him after glancing at Washington. He couldn’t really tell how old the man was, long ratty hair covered most of his face with his head bent down. He only wore what looked like what used to be a pair of breeches--he also wore what could have been a shirt and maybe a coat on his upper half but the fabric had been cut beyond recognition now as well as what looked like the collar for a hound on his neck. His skin was a few shades lighter than his own making him realize that perhaps it was one of his own village or maybe even a neighboring one, his skin however was also decorated in numerous scars, twisting and crossing with each other, making him wonder if there was even a patch of skin left on the man that was completely unmarred and bigger than that of a small coin. He was so focused on following the scars he almost missed a particular one, it wasn’t large but it was on his shoulder that carved his skin in an awkward manner. He suddenly felt his eyes widen as a memory, nearly forgotten from his childhood came to him.

Ratonhnhkaté:ton hissed lightly as he pulled the part of a branch he fell on from his shoulder. Kanen'tó:kon looked away in disgust as he did so, “Why did you jump from that tree into those bushes when you could have climbed down?” he asked lightly. He heard the other young boy laugh lightly.

“Because I wanted to fly like an eagle.”

The daring and strong boy from his childhood had disappeared now, looking like an eagle with its wings clipped or a wolf with no claws and teeth. He felt himself lurch forward, only the soldiers’ hold on him kept him from running forward. He felt his throat constrict as he felt his voice ready to shout his friend’s name.

Until Washington cut him off.

“Well, well,” He glanced back at the monster and saw a hint of recognition flash across his eyes, “you’re the boy from the village who spat in my face all those years ago. My, my, my have a knack for causing trouble don’t you, pest?” The man chuckled as he ran his fingers through Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s hair, making his friend stiffen in either disgust or fear he couldn’t tell. He felt his lips curl into a snarl, he might have been angry with his friend years ago for his traitorous acts but now, seeing him like this at the hands of a man he was told was his partner infuriated him. Washington’s grin widened as he continued to play with Ratonhnhaté:ton’s hair.

“Iv’e been thinking of what to do with you.” The man mused, “At first I wanted nothing more than to have you killed. Simple and clean, effectively putting an end to your meddling with my business. But I realized that a quick death would be much to kind for someone like you. Perhaps tying you to the end of a moving cart and watch your body fall apart from being dragged across the roads would be a better punishment for you, or maybe cutting you until you bleed to death.” He was tracing the faint scars across Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s chest, making Kanen'tó:kon blanch. Had his friend suffered through those exact same tortures for his own crimes against Washington? Or was he used as a test to see what Washington preferred so he could do it on him? His mind stopped him however when a question he didn’t even realize was more important raised itself.

How was his friend still alive?

He had seen him dead by Washington’s own hand, just another casualty among those slaughtered by him five years ago. He remembered screaming his name and looking for any sign of movement, remembered being so shocked when he realized his childhood friend who took so many risked had finally been taken by death, remembered the lamenting faces of the people who had also known the man, remembered his own horrible heartache that plagued him during sleepless nights. Yet here was very much alive, which made Kanen'tó:kon’s eyes widen in realization, his friend had been in this monster’s custody for all those years. Those short five years suddenly seemed like centuries ago now that he knew his friend had been here suffering unimaginable torture without escaping. He must have been kept in imprisonment for Charles would have told Haytham and he that Ratonhnhkaté:ton was being held here. They didn’t know, they couldn’t know.

He heard Washington cough in irritation and he snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at the annoyed man once more. “Thank you for paying attention.” He snapped angrily. “I’m glad you finally remembered to listen when the King is speaking to you-”

“How.” Kanen'tó:kon questioned hoarsely, his voice was light and his throat was burning. He needed to know how Washington was able to fool him so easily. He watched the man’s frown easily turn back up into a smirk, a hand snaked around to Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s side and pulled him closer.

“It was simple really.” The man drawled slowly, as if remembering an amazing experience. “So daft, the lot of you, just accepting that he was dead by the words of my mouth and him lying there on the ground. You didn’t even go over to check on him.”

“You never even gave us the chance!” Kanen'tó:kon shouted furiously. He wasn’t going to let the man trick his friend in believing they just abandoned him. “How could we go to his aid when you kept us back with muskets!”

“Silence you rude child.” Washington demanded lowly, drawing a knife from its sheathe on his hip. Kanen'tó:kon froze, the knife was small and not the particularly threatening but there was no way he was going to let Washington add another scar to Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s collection because of his own stupidity. The tyrant relaxed a little and rested the knife against his friend’s thigh, tapping it lightly.

“That’s much better. I could use less words from you.” Kanen'tó:kon felt his lips curl. His eyes were glued to the blade in that man’s hand, hoping that he would use it on him instead of his captive anymore.

“Why are you keeping him here?” He asked, watching as Washington sighed in annoyance. “Were you not allies? Why are you doing this to him?” He needed to know why. Ratonhnhkaté:ton didn’t deserve this.

“Because this is his punishment for what he has kept from him.” He explained, tracing scars with a dull end of the knife on the other’s thigh. His friend still hadn’t opened his eyes to look at him, taking small and controlled breaths. “He did not give into me so I had to be a little cruel, but everything has been sorted out now.” Washington grinned lightly was Ratonhnhkaté:ton hid his face from view in the monster’s neck in shame. He struggled against the grips on his arms, perhaps Haytham wouldn’t be too angry if he improvised with the plan a little bit.

He wanted to make the man’s death extremely painful.

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Haytham grumbled quietly as he peaked from the barrels he hid behind lightly. Normally he’d head in full charge, taking out everyone without little concern over how much noise he made. However if even one guard called out out for a split second, he could be swarmed with every soldier in the palace before he could even try to escape. So for now he had to stick with hiding and waiting for stray soldier to come over. At least he had until tomorrow.

He leaned back on the wall and stared at the barrels in front of him, flicking out his hidden blade and inspecting it lightly. Just because he had a lot of time didn’t mean he was not going to get extremely bored while waiting for the most opportune moment. He heard the opening of the guard tower doors below him, sitting up slightly as he heard the footfalls grow louder.’

“Light the fire! Light the fire so the city knows the assassin is in custody!” The soldier called out as he ran past his hiding spot. Haytham nearly choked, the Aquila wouldn’t realize that this wasn’t the signal fire he meant, firing much to early upon the palace if they saw the flames so soon. He sprang upwards and dashed up the stairs after the soldier.To hell with making noise now, he could deal with all of that later he had to make sure the fire wasn’t lit! He drew his sword as he sprinted up the stairs, watching soldiers come from their positions to see what the ruckus was all about. He cut the first one down, slashing across his chest, not carrying if the man was dead or not he just needed him out of the way for now. The other men followed, however if he managed to dodge them completely he didn’t try to strike them. The lead soldier was almost to the door and Haytham was still a good few meters behind him. He snarled and put the last of his strength into lunging up the stairs, catching up with the man as he reached the ladder.

The man barely had time to gasp in surprise before he choked on his own blood as Haytham dug the hidden blade into his throat. He picked himself up and off of him before climbing the ladder swiftly and throwing up the roof hatch, making the guard who was preparing the torch pause in shock. Leaping onto the roof he jumped the soldier, tossing him off the roof, leaning back against the brick wall next to him and panting heavily.

“Well,” he began tiredly, “at least I’m at the top now.” He stopped when he noticed something orange flash out of the corner of his eye making him glance back out into the courtyard. He watched in horror as the other guard towers around the palace lit up with fire, lighting up the night sky in the place of the absent moon. He tore his gaze out to the harbor, hoping the Aquila realized his tower wasn’t lit so this wasn’t the signal needed to bombard the fort. He barely had time to fling himself over the edge, into the pile of leaves and hay they made a day ago below, let alone curse before the cannons roared, letting their cannon balls bury into the stone of the palace.

Of course things wouldn’t go the way he wanted.

Please, Kanen'tó:kon. Make his death very painful. As much as possible. //wolf-grin//

But dear oh dear, I hope he never finds out that both Haytham and Charles knew all along that Connor was alive...and didn't tell him. Then again, with the way all their plans going to all hell in a handbasket and all that..

Haytham, get ready for some explanations as to why you felt it necessary to keep such a significant secret for an entire year.

Speaking of Haytham, are his plans cursed or something? I think I loled so hard when the wrong signal went up and the cannons got fired. It's like his version of Fort George.

Poor Connor though. ): I have a feeling things are gonna get worse before they get better for him, especially if Haytham's plans goes up in flames due to the premature bombing. Stay strong Connor! Don't break! ):

Forgot to express my admiration for how utterly diabolical your Washington is. Charles Lee is one thing, but exposing Connor's situation to Kanen'tó:kon, his dear childhood friend...Haytham and crew will have to do a lot of healing if they ever get Connor back. He's strong, but this might just be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

//pets Connor//

Evil Washington is evil but I still love him in your story. Oh, and I love your Haytham - he certainly lightens up the story with his plans going to hell, he certainly doesn't have Connor's luck (at least in the game).

I’m really glad you all enjoy the way I write Haytham--I always worry about making him too OOC or making him completely different from the character-- and Washington--for the same reasons. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews you anons have give me, it's amazing!

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When the first wave of cannonballs hit the palace as the bombardment started Washington had been rambling on, his ears pricking up at the cracking of loud explosions somewhere outside the castle. There was a sharp whistle of the potentially deadly things flying through the air before the back wall of the throne room shattered open with the force they carried. Stone flew everywhere and nearly all of the soldiers behind the tyrant’s throne were taken out by either the ball itself or the destruction it wrought. Time seemed to slow down within the first minute of the attack as Kanen'tó:kon watched a second ball pierce through the now crumbling back wall before it charged full force into the back of Washington’s throne. The two men were flung forward and landed just an arm away from him as he stared, conflicted, as time suddenly stopped. Pieces of stone hung in the air as if they were frozen.

What should he do?

The Apple was there, gleaming in the sack on Washington’s waist. The man was completely defenseless in that moment, all he had to do was snatch the Apple away before returning to Haytham with mission complete. However his eyes switched over to his friend who looked all the more fragile up close, he could see bones where once proud muscle stood, newly healed scars littered along his backside. Could he really just abandon Ratonhnhkaté:ton here with this monster? Leave him to possibly die in this onslaught? But what about the Apple? Haytham said that once it was gone everything Washington had would be rendered useless, allowing them to easily take hold of the palace, its soldiers, and Washington himself with the artifact in their possession. But how long might that take them? How long would it be before they could get back inside and do everything? Did Ratonhnhkaté:ton really deserve to remain in this monster’s custody for even another day? Kanen'tó:kon’s mind was spinning, confused with no idea of what he should do next as time began to move again. Washington was slowly moving to get up, forcing to make a split second choice. He let out of snarl in frustration before throwing the guards off of him and pushing Washington back with his foot.

He grabbed Ratonhnhkaté:ton by his chained arms, lifting up and off of the ground before he heaved him over his shoulder, dashing through the now splintered open entrance doors. He heard what sound like Washington’s roar behind him, chilling him to the bone when it sounded more like a furious bear than a man. His feet only picked up speed though as he ran into the courtyard, now an active battle scene as soldiers ran past him and to their own cannons perched along the wall to take aim at the enemy ship in the harbor. Although his escape didn’t go unnoticed for too long as he heard the footfalls and cries of Washington’s men chasing him as well as the firing of muskets in his direction. He nearly fell over when he felt one of the balls of metal bury itself in the top of his shoulder, settling for yowling in pain instead. He continued to run even as he moved Ratonhnhkaté:ton down from his shoulders, away from firing range, and into his arms. The man still had not opened his eyes--yet he remained breathing a tad frantically--making Kanen'tó:kon’s heart stutter in response. Could it be that Washington had blinded him? He hoped that wasn’t the case as he leapt over the remains of the front gate, stumbling a bit when his feet reconnected with the ground. He heard his friend groan lightly, no doubt jostled by the jump and his body not really enjoying its wounds being agitated, before falling silent once more.

He felt himself relax, if only for a moment, as he left the terrifying castle behind despite the soldiers still after him. Because of his year in Boston he knew the city as well as the woods around his village--making him feel extremely more confident about escaping now that he was back in his territory--ducking down an ally and through a resident’s open backyard. He noticed the door of a house being opened and sprinted to it, pushing past the shocked owners as he called out a quick ‘Sorry!’ slamming through the backdoor of the house. Feeling his chest begin to burn from the running and extra weight he was carrying--even though Ratonhnhkaté:ton weighed close to nothing in his arms, making his stomach fill with fear--he realized he had to find somewhere to hide. He glanced around as he continued to run, even though the soldiers had fallen far behind him, looking for a place to remain if even for a few moments would assure that they would no longer chase him. He spotted the entrance to one of the underground tunnels and sighed in utter relief before giving his last strength to run towards it. He carefully lifted Ratonhnhkaté:ton over his shoulder once more before opening up the wooden hatch and crawling down inside, panting heavily he slowly eased Ratonhnhkaté:ton down and onto the ground before he peaked outside, watching the soldiers run past him while a few fell behind to look around. Feeling the breath catch in his throat he kept his eye on as the man walked around and over to a cart filled with hay for the nearby farm, jabbing his musket into it, hoping to catch something with his bayonet’s teeth. When the soldier realized there was nothing inside he moved onto the next possible hiding spot, a well, peaking down it he searched for any bodies may be occupying it. He then turned his attention to the entrance of the tunnels making him choke lightly on his own breath, he had no weapons and neither did Ratonhnhkaté:ton, although he trusted his skills in hand to hand combat if he even slipped up once it wouldn’t be just himself that he screwed up for.

Ratonhnhkaté:ton was weak, bound and possibly on the verge of starvation or dehydration. If he let the guard get lucky and kill him there was no telling what would happen to his friend. He could easily be left by the soldier, which would mean certain death because there was no way he’d be walking or running around to get help any time soon, killed by him either quickly or slowly as there was no telling what Washington’s men would do with an escaped captive. He wonders for a moment as the soldier approaches if that’s why Ratonhnhkaté:ton didn’t choose to flee, fearing what would happen if he was caught escaping the palace. The last thing the soldier could do was return him to Washington’s custody and there was no way Kanen'tó:kon was going to allow his friend to go back to the clutches of that monster. He didn’t care what consequences he faced from Haytham or Charles from going off of the plan now, this was his decision.

This was the right decision.

The soldier was standing over the hatch, reaching down to lift it open when another guard appeared from the opposite ally, beckoning him over with news of a citizen saying they spotted someone of Kanen'tó:kon’s likeness on the edge of town. He let out a breath in relief before leaning back against the stone wall, taking a moment to calm down. Looking down into the dark depths of tunnels he realized it would be a much better way to travel than going through the streets out in public. If he ran into any guards below he could easily outrun them and confuse them in the maze of tunnels than he could do on the streets.

Although he realized as he got up and winced lightly at the feeling of warm blood dripping down his shoulders, perhaps sprinting around wasn’t such a great idea anymore. He knelt down beside Ratonhnhkaté:ton who was still focusing on breathing shallowly, frowning he reached a hand out and gently rested it on his shoulder making the man flinch and stiffen. He drew his hand back quickly when he received that reaction, watching as the man’s body slowly went back to it’s slightly less tense self. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to reassure him that they were safe now but stopped himself. He shouldn’t waste anytime here in the dark and dirty tunnels with a possibly dying friend on his hands, picking him up gently while ignoring the way his friend trembled in fright, he started walking down the dim path, grabbing a lantern with some difficulty off the wall. He listened intently to the sounds that echoed down the path, going down the other tunnels that hummed with the sound of faint voices. Ratonhnhkaté:ton had even silenced his breathing, listening in as well. Hoping he wasn’t taking any wrong turns he continued, watching the rats that skittered along the bottom as well, knowing that they would lead him to the exit he sought.

Finally after what seemed like ages he came across an opening with the name, Green Dragon Tavern, painted across the opening. Sighing in relief he walked down it and up to the door it lead to, opening it quietly and taking a moment to look around warily. He set the lantern down gently before heading out, a little nervous he had to walk around and onto the main street in order to get to the front entrance of the tavern. He peaked out into the street before quickly pulling himself back and hiding behind several boxes when he saw soldiers approach. They marched by him uniformly, drumming to a harsh and strict beat as the people on the main road parted for them while glancing at the floor. Kanen'tó:kon noticed as he listened as well that the sounds of cannons firing had also disappeared, hoping that the Aquila had retreated before Washington had a chance to sink it. He wondered for a moment if Charles and Haytham were all right, since the Aquila had began firing upon the palace way too early. They were smart enough to get away right? He looked back out once more before creeping out from his hiding spot and along the wall before opening the door to the tavern.

Sighing softly he was glad everyone seemed to be more concerned with the foul tasting ale in their cups than the blood covered assassin sneaking in with a deathly looking body in his hands. He silently slipped into the tavern and up the stairs to their rooms, planning on getting Ratonhnhkaté:ton in bed quickly, somewhere comfortable he could lay down before he unbound him. Opening the door to his rooms he nearly jumped in surprised when he saw Catherine in there sweeping, thankfully she was facing away from him so he didn’t startle her into screaming by storming in.

“Um, Catherine?” He started with a light cough hearing her squeak in a little surprise but nothing else before as she laughed lightly.

“Oh you sure know how to scare me-” She gaped when he turned around and saw him, her eyes widened and dropped the broom in shock.

“Do not panic.” He whispered lightly as he watched her shoulders relax, “It is all right, everything is fine. Could you please fetch me some water and whatever stew you are serving right now?” She nodded quickly, eyes glued to the form in his hands on the wound on his shoulder.

She walked around him slowly, stuttering out, “P-Perhaps I should call for a doctor as well.”

“I would be very grateful if you did. Thank you.” He responded gratefully as she fled downstairs. He sighed softly, hoping that she wouldn’t cause a big scene about it as she got everything. The last thing he needed were drunks vomiting the latest gossip they heard from the tavern onto whatever nearby ear. Gently he lay Ratonhnhkaté:ton down onto his stomach as he examined the chains upon his wrists. The lock on them was small and going to be a bit tricky, but didn’t look to complex to pick as he pulled out his lock pick. He gently inserted them into the key hole, twisting it around as he looked for the right way to break it. With a few minutes of manipulation he hear a soft ‘click’ before the lock opened, falling off and onto the floor just as Catherine returned with a tray of water and soup.

“This is all we have left from last night.” She set it down softly onto the nightstand, the soup looked cold and bland, which was preferred. Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s stomach would probably be extremely sensitive with the lack of food he had been receiving from his imprisonment at Washington’s castle, he didn’t want his friend to be violently ill from eating too rich of a food. “I also called for a doctor, but he won’t be here until morning.” She added as she watched Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s chest rise and fall softly with each quiet breath.

“Thank you for your assistance, it is greatly appreciated.” He said as he got up and left the room for a moment to go over the table in the loft, opening the chest he left his weapons and removed the remaining bandages they had left. Shutting it and standing back up he went back into his room where he shut the door, beginning to undress once he did. As he started to remove the upper layer he watched in shock as Ratonhnhkaté:ton’s body fell limp, making his chest seize up for a moment thinking his friend had died from exhaustion. He breathed deeply, trying to get rid of the now silly fears that were hanging over him, Ratonhnhkaté:ton was strong--had always been strong--he wasn’t going to die from being shaken a little. He discarded the top half of his robes and placed them on top of the dresser before unwrapping the bandages and wrapping them around his shoulder tightly. It was a botched job to say the least, but the doctor would unravel it morning to do it properly--and get the musket ball out--for now it stopped the constant stream of blood dripping down his shoulder.

Once he finished he walked back over to the bedside, concerned when he noticed Ratonhnhkaté:ton hadn’t moved since he unlocked his chains. Perhaps they were to heavy upon his wrists with what little strength he possessed, gently he began to slowly slip off each loop of chain. The fact it took more than a few moments before he finally reached the skin of his wrists shocked him, no one needed to us so much to bind their captives did they? He paused when he realized the last loop of chains and hissed in disgust and growing anger. It was clear the chains had been on for more than a few weeks from what he saw, the chains had dug into the skin, cutting them in some places which caused the regrowing skin to go over part of the chains. Setting them down as gently as possible he walked back out to the chest in the meeting room, opening it and withdrawing a small knife before heading back into the room once again joining him on the bed.

Take the hands as gently as possible he began cutting the skin as painlessly as he could, a little surprised when he didn’t even receive so much of a gasp from Ratonhnhkaté:ton. He carefully removed the last of the chains before grabbing the last of the bandages and tying them around his wrists tightly so there would be less blood, then slowly moving his friend onto his back. His eyes remained closed making him frown softly but did not protest as he grabbed a comb from the night stand and started to brush the tangles out of his friend’s hair. Ratonhnhkaté:ton smelled terrible making Kanen'tó:kon decide to be sure to give him a bath tomorrow, grunting in irritation when he got stuck on a particularly hard to undo knot which took a few moments. He marveled at just how long his friend’s hair had grown out within 5 years, he contemplated on putting them into braids but held back the urge and tied up his hair as similarly he could to how Ratonhnhkaté:ton used to do it. He sat back before he noticed just how dirty his breeches were.

Although Ratonhnhkaté:ton had always been smaller than he--even more so now--he got an extra pair of to give to his friend, Kanen'tó:kon reached down and grabbed his pants. He nearly shouted in surprise as his friend suddenly sat up, gripping his arms tightly in an extremely weak grip, holding him there and locking surprised eyes with horrified ones.

“No.”

Oh holy hell.

Haytham is gonna be PISSED.

O.O

That being said, Kanen'tó:kon is truly a good person. A very, very kind and generous person. ...and possibly the worst at strategizing ever.

I'm also genuinely shocked that, with all the cuts, bruises, skin growing over chains and all, that Connor didn't die from infection a long time ago. Maybe the Apple was able to stave away infection and disease?

...and also just realized...Washington's going to be out for Kanen'tó:kon's blood now, for stealing Connor. So much more than before.

I hope Kanen'tó:kon stays safe! //bites nails//

...is it wrong of me to want Kanen'tó:kon to take a certain commander/wannabe King's penis off?

I can say it’s safe to assume that Washington would do everything in his power to make sure that Connor stayed healthy so he’d make sure to clean wounds. For the chain wounds he probably would have unwrapped them when Connor was asleep but wouldn’t take them off all the way, just enough to rinse them with water. And no, it isn’t wrong to want Kanen'tó:kon to take a certain man’s penis off. This next update was very hard to put in to words, I wasn’t sure exactly how to write. Thanks for reviewing and reading!

***

Connor laid back in bed as he watched Kanen'tó:kon release his clothing a tad startled. He didn’t want him to see it, he shouldn’t be allowed to see it.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to-” He started apologetically before Connor cut him off. “No. . . . . . .No thank you.”

They both fell back into silence as the other looked down at the floor and he focused his gaze upon the ceiling. He wished his clothing still was able to cover up decent portions of his body but the ribbons were so thin they wouldn’t be able to cover that of even a small beetle. He heard Kanen'tó:kon shift uncomfortably before he got up, glancing at him from the corner of his eye he saw him pick up a tray from the top of a dresser in the back of the room before bringing it over. Sitting down next to him he set the tray of food onto the nightstand near the bed before looking over.

“I thought you might be hungry so I got you some food.” He answered when he saw Connor’s face mix with slight confusion, reaching for the bowel as he spoke. “It is cold and bland, but it will not make you ill.” Getting a spoonful and hesitantly moving it towards Connor’s lips. During his imprisonment Connor had been hand fed by Washington whenever a meal was given to him, feeling like he was being treated as a child had been extremely humiliating at first however near the end of his stay had simply given in. Now however at the sight of his hands laying at his sides unbound yet very weak made his heart jump in response. He feebly pushed Kanen'tó:kon’s hand away while he mumbled hoarsely “I can do it myself.

Kanen'tó:kon looked like he was about to protest but sighed and handed Connor the spoon. It took a lot more effort to feed himself than he had originally realized, spilling the soup a good few times before he was able to get the utensil to his mouth with even something in it. There was no smell when it reached his nose and as he poured it into his mouth it chilled his tongue and throat as he swallowed. Normally he would have shuddered in disgust at the frigid liquid that was supposed to be a meal slid down but for now he felt happy to even be receiving a meal. He ate a few more spoonfuls before he gave his friend back the spoon, settling back onto the bed as he set the tray back on the nightstand. He rested his eyes as he felt exhaustion crash back over him, emotionally drained from everything he had experienced. He was surprised that he didn’t feel worried that if he shut his eyes that he would awaken back in Washington’s custody inside the castle, never having escaped in the first place. In all honesty however he had had dreams more vivid than this, most of Achilles sneaking into the palace before helping him escape. Sometimes the old man was alone or he had the aid of either Stephane or even Clipper--on rare occasions Aveline even made an appearance. He supposed that his mind liked to envision the possibilty of escape as a coping mechanism, this being one of them, teasing him mercilessly. They originally acted close to almost a comforting imagination, that is until he awoke to the dark depths of the dungeon that had become his home.

He hadn’t even realized he had drifted asleep until he was awoken by what sounded akin to birds screeching at each other. His mind tugged him back to consciousness even as the warmth of his bed desperately tried to keep him asleep. His eyes fluttered open to a brightly lit room with sunlight pouring in from a half-closed window, his eyes widened in surprise when he finally took note that he was in a room he did not recognize to be his own. He moved to get up and stumbled a little bit, catching himself as he fell back, marveling at his unbound hands. He was about to question what insanity Washington was putting him through until the events of last night returned to him, filling him with shock at the revelation.

He was free.

Finally free of that horrid place where he had awoken to nightmares each and every day. Free of those harsh touches that would make his body stiffen until he was nothing but a cold statue. Free of those piercing eyes that drained him of any chance he thought he had left. He felt a smile spread across his cheeks, something he hadn’t done in years as he let out a little laugh, almost sounding a little hysterical when he did.

I’m free.

His eyes snapped to the door when he heard a loud bang and a shout, realizing now that those screeching birds were actually people. He tentatively got up, wobbling badly and grimacing at just how weak he was as he made his way to the door. Cracking it open just a hair was enough for him to listen in to the men shouting outside.

“You expect me just to have left him there?” That was Kanen'tó:kon’s voice, he sounded absolutely livid.

“Why yes I quite hoped you did.” Someone snapped back, Connor easily recognized it to be Haytham’s voice. “Did you have wax in your ears when I told you to grab the Apple only? Do you know just how much danger you put us, everyone in? I knew you were moronic, but I didn’t expect you to be brainless either.” He frowned angrily, how dare he insult his friend in such a manner. He was about to storm in when he heard them hush silently as someone walked up the stairs. Quickly he stumbled back into bed just as someone opened the door. Kanen'tó:kon peaked inside looking concerned

“Are you all right?” He nodded tiredly in response before he headed in, an unfamiliar man following him in before shutting the door. “This is Alfred Smith, he is a doctor.” His friend explained as the man set down a little bag.

“I shall get to you don’t worry young man, but your friend here has something that needs a little more attention.” The doctor said as Kanen'tó:kon took a seat on a small stool before moving behind him with a small knife and threaded needle. His friend attempted to keep a straight face through the procedure but ended up hissing lightly and flinching as the doctor worked on him. Before he could open his mouth and ask just what had happened Kanen'tó:kon cut him off with an answer.

“I was shot, the musket ball remained in my shoulder.” He yelped as the doctor pulled out the blood-soaked piece of metal with a pleased look.

“Little bugger thought it could escape by hiding behind some muscle.” He stated as he began to stitch the wound close, taking a few minutes before grabbing his bag again and pulled out a small jar. He scooped out a handful of the salve before rubbing it onto the freshly closed wound. “No itching it or anything that could pull the stitches out.” He got up and went over to a fresh bowl of water in the back and washed off his hands before heading over to Connor’s side, glancing over his scars. “Quite a story you have don’t you, boy?” He mused lightly before taking his hands and unwrapping the light layer of bandages. He scooped out some for salve from his bag before rubbing it over the cuts, making him shiver in response.

“Because these are small they won’t need stitches however they will need to be constantly covered up by bandages until they heal.” He said as he got out a roll of them and began to wrap up his wrists. Once he finished he looked back at Kanen'tó:kon who nodded and left.

“Kanen'tó:kon tells me you were imprisoned for several years, facing numerous  amounts of torture. I do not wish to hurt you however you will have to let me see all of you if I can make sure you’ll make a full recovery.” It only took a moment to understand what exactly he meant as he frowned. Besides Charles Lee no one with a conscious mind had seen him completely naked and. . . . .abused down there before. He had heard how the colonists reacted to knowledge about two men engaging in these practices--something he hadn’t fully yet understood about why they felt so strongly--and he didn’t want the man to react badly. The doctor was looking down his chest before inspecting his legs as well as his thighs.

“Well at least these all healed rather well. No permanent damage it seems.” He motioned for him to turn over onto his stomach making him choke on his breath. No, no, no please let no one else see. He mentally screamed at his body to stop as it unconsciously flipped itself over, not even once hesitating in doing it. What had Washington done to him? When had his body become so subservient that it ignored it’s minds pleas and did this? Had he become trained like a hound? He tried to find his voice to tell the doctor this wasn’t okay, this wasn’t what he wanted, but he could not find it.The man was quiet for the most part as he took a minute to glance over the healing wounds, “Well these one’s have already closed up and if they stay that way they shouldn’t become infected.” A hand gripped the edge of his breeches and he shut his eyes lightly, trying to hold back tears that threatened to spill over.

The room was silent save for the noises of the company whispering harshly outside until he heard the man get up before returning after a moment. He stiffened as he felt something cool touch his backside, “Easy there, I’m only cleaning up.” The doctor gently wiped away the remnants of Washington’s activities from the previous days, making sure to be quick and very light. He then pulled off the breeches all the way before slipping in a pair of fresh ones onto him before his heart had a chance to freeze in fear. The man lightly turned Connor back around, his face heavy with sympathy and what very clearly looked like a hint of disgust.

“Your wounds are not dire if you keep them clean and are shallow enough to have no long term effects upon your body. However this starvation has had affects on your body’s muscles, I can’t say how badly since I haven’t seen what you looked like previously, but from what I can tell now its more than likely very bad. You’re very young still, which could help your body spring back to normalcy, your mind however. . . . . . . . .it all depends on you.”

Connor remained silent, unsure of what to say to him, he looked up when the man began speaking again. “You have a very dedicated friend out there, I’ve only known him for the past year, but I know that his intentions and heart are in the right place.” With that he packed up his equipment and departed, leaving Connor alone in his all too quiet room. While he greatly appreciated the man’s words concerning Kanen'tó:kon’s compassion he did not wish to hear everything else with his body. Would he ever be able to go back to where he was before his imprisonment? Or the even bigger question is would his mind ever go back to being how it was? Probably never. He would never forget those cruel hands upon him, those harsh grunts in his ear, those never-ending nights of horrible torture.

His eyes snapped up when he heard the door creak open and Kanen'tó:kon step inside. “Are you well? The doctor would not tell me how you were, he said it was not in his right to speak of it.” He asked softly as he sat on the stool across from him, eyes heavy with condolence. He remained silent, Kanen'tó:kon should not be troubled with such news. He jumped when he heard the door open again and saw Haytham in the door, looking tired but angry none the less, he felt himself shake. His skin felt like it was burning beneath his glare.

“Connor.” He started gently, sounding as if he was getting ready to put down a sick pet. “How are you feeling?” Connor really shouldn’t have been as shocked as he was to find his voice so quickly after his father saw him.

“Did you know?” He demanded quietly, watching his for any flicker of emotion, fury building in his gut when he saw none. Haytham stared back at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and sighed.

“There was no way I could have gotten past the front gates-” He started but Connor quickly snapped back. “You could have thought of a way around it! You had so much time to plan a way inside, you had Lee in there and he could have observed the guards rounds! But you did nothing. You let me rot.”

Haytham took a step forward, as if to smack him, but held himself back as he growled. “You think I just sat here and did nothing? I was always thinking of a way to get you out, of a way to help you escape. There was none.”

Connor hadn’t noticed Kanen'tó:kon get up until he was pinning Haytham to the wall, tomahawk to his neck, causing both of their eyes to widen.

“You knew?” Kanen'tó:kon questioned quietly, betrayal deep in his eyes as he searched his father’s own for anything, but was greeted with nothing. “You knew Ratonhnhkaté:ton was alive and you did not tell me?” His voice grew angrier by the moment as he began to snarl. “How could you keep this secret from me? How could you leave him to suffer at the hands of a madman? How could you not let me rescue him?”

“If you were paying any attention to what you have seen, boy.” Haytham hissed as he shot up his arm, hidden blade to Kanen'tó:kon’s neck, “We couldn’t possibly get in there.”

“No.” His friend growled as he released his father roughly, dropping him onto the ground with a loud thump. “You didn’t even try. You just gave up and let him stay in his hold.”

“Do you think that I don’t care about my own son?” Haytham took a moment to get up and dusted himself off, “You’re more of a fool than I thought. As long as Washington has the Apple we couldn’t have attempted anything. We would have saved Connor later when Washington was harmless, but now Washington is more dangerous than ever.”

Kanen'tó:kon huffed, “Just because it was more prime to steal the Apple away does not mean it is smart to have let him remained in his hold. You did not see him the way I did, you could not sense his fear and pain sitting there so beaten and degraded. I thought better of you, Haytham.” His voice sounded hurt as he moved away from him, his eyes filled with sadness. “But it turns out you are no better than the monster in that stone palace.”

“Then I’m the monster that’s your last hope of keeping you alive after that stunt you just pulled.” Haytham grumbled as he watched his friend with narrowed eyes. Kanen'tó:kon turned around and spat,

“No. Our business is done. If you cannot tell me important details like this who knows what you will keep from me in the future? I am taking Ratonhnhkaté:ton back with me to our people, away from the wickedness this city seems to breed.” Connor blinked in surprise as Kanen'tó:kon slammed the door in his father’s face before he could snap back.

Finally some Connor love but Haytham you sure had that coming, though I do hope they can reconcile soon... just so they can beat Washington together; but how will they possibly wrestle the apple away. Washington is at his most dangerous having his most 'treasured' belonging taken from him, and I have no doubt he'll have anyone with Native blood rounded up.

...yeah...Haytham, that didn't go well.

Sooo not surprised though. You'd think he'd have learned after Connor had THE EXACT SAME REACTION. And Kanen'tó:kon doesn't even know about the rapes yet.

...that being said, does Kanen'tó:kon have the ability to keep Connor safe? Methinks he might have to compromise with Haytham if only because Washington knows where Kanen'tó:kon's people are...and it'd probably be the first place he look for Connor.

...scratch that, will Haytham even allow Connor to get taken away? As screwed up as his priorities are, I can't imagine he'd be pleased to have Connor slip away from his hold a second time...

Gah you're making my inner Connor/Kanen fangirl go crazy ahhh. I'm sorry.

So happy to see Connor finally in the hands of someone who really cares about him. Can't imagine how Kanen'tó:kon will react to knowing the full extent of what happened to Connor.

Alright back to refreshing this every hour or so. Just can't get enough of this fic~

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Connor didn’t say anything that night when Kanen'tó:kon awoke him from his sleep, bag in hand with a hood upon his head. He didn’t ask when he was picked up gently, wrapped in a wool blanket and carried out of the Green Dragon Tavern into empty streets. He didn’t need to know why Kanen'tó:kon had placed him in the back of a wagon--more than likely stolen--before he got into the driver’s street and urged the horses forward, making them gallop into the winter night.

It didn’t take much to understand why they were leaving.

Whatever Kanen'tó:kon’s reason was for his presence in Boston was obviously concluded and Connor wasn’t about to question him now. He was only grateful to be out of that city, away from his prison within the darkness of strange hallways, away from the blank eyes of the soldiers and the madman controlling it all. He assumed that they’ll be heading back to their village, or what’s left of it. He wondered how much has changed within the years of his disappearance, feeling his gut clench at how few survivors may be left. Thoughts of the homestead quickly hit him like a dagger and filled him with worry. Were they all right? Could Washington have taken them all out? Is that why they didn’t come to rescue him? If Haytham had known surly when of the assassin recruits would have found out about it through intelligence they would have told Achilles, unless they were all gone in the first place. The thought of Achilles’ being in trouble or even dead caused his eyes and throat to burn. He had to make sure that the old man was all right.

But how could he even get to him? There was no way he’d survive a trip alone to the Homestead. He could barely fight off a fox stealing his food, let alone an angry wolf that attacked him for intruding on his territory. He’d have a chance in the middle of spring, but now, in the middle of a snowstorm, he wouldn’t even be able to get two feet. For now staying in Kanen'tó:kon’s company was prime, he could fight off any bandits or vicious animals as well as catch food to feed the both of him with. The sooner he recovered the better and pushing himself to his limit would not help him in any way. He sighed softly and curled up closer in the blanket, restless. Despite being free of his bindings and confinement from within the castle he was still not completely free. His body was so extremely weak from his stay inside the palace, preventing him from walking too long let alone running through the trees. He felt his throat tighten as the thought of never being able to climb the trees the way he did, flying through the branches like before. Five years away from the consistency of climbing them had rendered his muscles into mush, no longer able to even attempt the feats he accomplished long ago. Yet the memories were still there, he knew every movement that certain things required, perhaps building up again was all he required? He settled back on the floor of the wagon and rested his eyes, drifting off to the sounds of howling wind.

Kanen'tó:kon quickly became a source of resentment over the passing week.

They rarely spoke, too busy with concentrating on traveling to where ever his friend wanted to go, to have long talks. During the first few nights Kanen'tó:kon would tell stories from their childhood of their old games and hunting experiences that were no doubt supposed to help comfort him, to take his mind off of what happened. But they did the exact opposite instead, angering him greatly as he remembered things that were once so easy would now act as a challenge to him. When Kanen'tó:kon realized the stories weren’t helping he remained silent instead, casting him cautious glances as they ate during the night. The silence was better at first compared to the old stories, however as Connor was left to brood by the end of the night he was quietly seething.

It seemed to Connor that all of his skills that were lost to him had been given over to Kanen'tó:kon instead. He had become a marvelous hunter--and by extension a wonderful tree climber, a stark contrast to his younger self--going so far as to leap from the shadows of the trees and taking down a massive elk, thick with fat. He climbed the tallest of pine trees to scout out the area before leaping in perfection to the bushes below. It was during one of these scouting climbs that Connor had finally had enough, he had felt his strength spur as he shrugged off his blanket and walked over to the nearest tree, stumbling lightly. He grabbed the lowest branch and placed his feet against the trunk, moving to pull himself up. He nearly shouted in frustration as he felt his muscles scream in pain as he scrambled to get up into the tree, panting heavily when he finally got onto the branch. He stood up after a moment, his legs wobbling, threatening to throw him out of the tree until he grabbed another branch for support. He took a deep breath and glanced around, trying to decide his next move. Climbing higher wouldn’t be that great of an idea, he risked the chance of becoming stuck and he really didn’t want to have to call out for help. The next tree was a bit far, but with in leaping distance and it was lower to the ground as well. He steadied himself, squatting down a bit as he focused on the branch he wanted to land on before leaping, falling faster than he expected he shot his arms out wildly and caught onto the branch his feet were supposed to land on. He sighed in relief before trying to pull himself up, but grunted in pain and surprise as his muscles refused, kicking his legs around in open air trying to get momentum or something to help push him up. He heard a crunch of snow before he felt the hands grab his legs and pull lightly, making his arms shout in protest before his fingers ungraciously released their hold.

He yelped in surprise as he fell, thankfully into Kanen'tó:kon’s arms instead of the hard, frozen ground. His friend looked at him a little irritatedly, but concern in his eyes.

“What was that for?” He questioned firmly as he walked back to the wagon. Connor struggled in his grip, wanting nothing more than to be away from him, to stop being reminded of just how far he had fallen. His friend shouted in protest and tightened his grip on him making Connor stiffen in response.

A hand on his arm gripped him hard enough to surly leave bruises as a harsh voice whispered, dripping with arrogance, into his ear.

He was suddenly on the floor of the wagon, liquid warmth dripping down his cheeks as he started to here the repetition of “I am so sorry” in his ear. He glanced up to see Kanen'tó:kon wrapping him back up in the wool blanket--looking away with remorse-filled eyes--before stepping away and getting back in the driver’s seat and continuing their journey once more. Connor sat there in shock as he felt the tears dripping down his cheeks refuse to stop, how could he let himself break in front of his friend like this?

How could he let Washington’s memory haunt him so badly?

The rest of the trip remained in silence, with Connor staying in the back of the wagon sleeping most of the time and Kanen'tó:kon only peeking back inside to hand him his meals. The whole situation felt eerily similar to that of his placement last year, causing him to wake up in cold sweats, catching himself whimpering on more than one occasion as he awoke. It was a long and uncomfortable trip. However on the morning of the beginning of the second week a feeling of ease swept through him, relaxing him greater than he had ever been since he escaped. Quietly he moved toward the back of the wagon and glanced outside, gasping in surprise as memories suddenly flooded him.

He was at the homestead, back within the safe confines that he had spent a great portion of his life in. He was finally home. He heard the distant voices beyond them and sank back into the wagon, overjoyed but fearful. How would they react after seeing him like this? No he couldn’t scare them, they were good people who shouldn’t and wouldn’t be troubled with such news. He blinked in surprise as he realized with a start what Kanen'tó:kon was doing taking him here anyway. Of course his friend knew that he had been staying here during their training but why was he coming here first instead of to the village? The wagon stopped with a sudden jerk making him gasp in surprise and a little pain from the quick stop. He listened as he heard rustling as Kanen'tó:kon got up from his seat and walked around to the back, moving the flaps out of the way. He offered his hand, which Connor took lightly and a little embarrassedly. His friend helped him out of the wagon and rested a hand on his shoulder to steady him as he walked him to the manor.

Connor gulped lightly in nervousness. Would Achilles be furious at him for his capture? Would he be disappointed at his failure to escape? Would he be disgusted by what he had let Washington do to him? His mind was making him panic by suddenly bringing up all of these question as they reached the door, his heart stuttered as Kanen'tó:kon opened the door.

“Achilles?” He called out lightly as they headed inside, Connor locked his eyes onto the ground. The house was silent save for the sound of birds chirping outside and the crashing of waves on the cliffs below. Kanen'tó:kon looked inside the living room to see if he was there before moving onto the kitchen when he wasn’t. Connor remained in the door’s entrance quietly, looking at the floor while pulling the blanket closer around himself from the chill outside. His ears pricked up when he heard the sound of snow crunching behind him causing him to whip around, startled.

Achilles stood there silently, having stopped in his tracks upon seeing him standing there in the door way. They regarded each other for a moment, neither opening their mouths to speak while looking each other up and down. Achilles, Connor marveled, seemed to have put on an extreme amount of years since they had last seen each other. His hair was even grayer than before if it was possible while the wrinkles adorning his face were much deeper making him look ancient. Connor supposes he looks no better, exhausted and smelly as he is. He hears footsteps echo behind him inside before they freeze, Kanen'tó:kon no doubt stopping because of the scene before him. After what feels like ages Achilles speak, voice soft and rough like always.

“Well I would suggest that I must’ve slipped along the path up here and died upon seeing you two standing in the door way, but the absolute biting wetness in my boots convinces me otherwise.” He hurried up the steps as fast as he could, never once taking his eyes off of Connor. He moved aside so he could let the old man pass, noticing that as he did tears begin to fall. He wiped them away quickly just as Achilles spoke again. “While I don’t mind if you do that after everything you must have been through I suggest not doing it in front of me, lest you want to see these old eyes pour rivers.” Connor heard himself let out a little humorless bark of laughter as he followed the old man inside, staying right beside him. He felt like he did as a child when he would cling to his mother’s side when he was frightened. He used to deny it so ferociously when he was younger, but now if someone called him out on it he doesn’t believe he would give a false excuse.

He followed the old man upstairs to a room he barely even remembered after all those years ago, one he barely spent time in as of late as well. The room was just as he left it, messy with clothes he had quickly stripped out of when he was in a rush to leave, but looked as if someone was currently living there with the absence of dust.

“I hope you are well enough to clean still, you know how much I dislike it when you leave clothes on the floor.” He said softly and gently, Connor realized what he was doing and would normally assure Achilles that he needed no ‘comfort’ stage of getting back into the flow of things when he was obviously fine. However he had never been so relieved to be told to clean his room, the idea he could go back into his normal life was a pleasant thought. He nodded softly before walking inside, still holding the blanket tightly around himself, not ready for him to see the scars even though he knew that once the door had been shut Kanen'tó:kon would tell Achilles exactly what he had seen.
 “I’ll have some fresh water sent up for to wash up in.” Achilles said softly as he shut the door. Connor sat down on the bed and looked around the room, the sheer amount of windows relaxing him. He no longer had a torture room where no windows stood, preventing his escape. The room was comfortable and nice and not in any way restricting. He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep before he could even attempt to keep them open. He didn’t sleep for long when the nightmares of hands gripping his hips like talons and an intimate pain stung him. He sat up panting lightly, noticing how the room was lit by candles as the inside of it was died pink and red from the setting sun outside. He got up after a moment, spotting a bowl of water upon the top of his dresser and headed over. He picked up the cloth sitting next to it and dabbed it in the water before washing himself off. He shivered lightly as the cold water touched his skin, making him gasp as the chill sank into his bones. He didn’t wash himself for too long before he picked up a pair of plain assassin robe’s beside the bed and put them on, taking a few moments to button up everything. He stood still for a moment, examining in shock at how his clothes hung from his body, the clothes felt like they weighed more than him with all the extra cloth!

He sighed softly and shook his head, he should have known that he wouldn’t just magically be able to fit into all his old clothes after five years, yet he really wished he did. He contemplated putting the hood on as he walked down the stairs, listening to hushed voices in the living room. He stopped and leaned back agains the wall, eavesdropping in on a conversation that he realized was centered around him.

“The doctor had been very quiet when he had left the room where Ratonhnhkaté:ton was resting. I do not know what he had determined but he seemed really unnerved by it. Could he be ill with something dangerous?” Kanen'tó:kon whispered harshly, nearly making Connor cackle. His friend’s naivety was going to kill him one day. He heard Achilles adjust in his seat before muttering something silently before he spoke loudly,

“Connor I realize that you don’t want to interrupt our conversation but spying on us is not any less rude.” Achilles snapped, although it lacked any annoyance the old man usually possessed and when he moved out of his hiding spot he saw only sympathy in his eyes.

“Sorry.” Connor flicked his eyes to the floor as the old man responded.

“There is no need for you to apologize, Connor. I can understand your hesitance to be seen.” He beckoned him over with a hand, looking over the hanging clothes on him that completely didn’t fit. “Well that will take awhile to get it all back, and time sadly we do not have.”

“I can still fight.” He cut in sharply, a tad angry too. He wasn’t suddenly incompetent because he lacked his former strength.

“If you think I’ll be allowing you to go back into this fight you’re sorely mistaken!” Achilles barked making Connor flinch. The old man paused for a moment before speaking in a softer tone, “You have suffered enough and I will not Washington steal you away just when we got you back.”

“I have disappeared as far as I can tell. Washington has no idea where I am.” He frowned as Achilles chuckled lightly.

“Tell that to the fleet that followed the Aquila back from Boston.”

I ran out of space above so I put my notes down here instead. The next update will be from Haytham’s POV to explain how Kanen'tó:kon was able to slip away with Connor without any protest from him. Also Achilles should have died from old age by this point, but I think Connor doesn’t deserve any more heartbreak for now. Thank you all for reviewing once again! It helps knowing what I need to address in future updates and I really like knowing what you guys are enjoying so I can try to do more of it!

I love, love, love, love, LOVE Achilles. So glad that Connor and Achilles have had a chance to reunite again. Connor desperately needs his daddy! figure, and Achilles deserves to have his apprentice/adopted son back.

Worried about Washington following the Aquila though. I hope the homesteaders aren't harmed by Kanen'tó:kon's decision to bring Connor to the Homestead (though maybe it's a good opportunity to relieve Washington of a certain apple?).

Really curious as to how Kanen'tó:kon got Connor away without alerting Haytham. Kanen'tó:kon announced his intentions to Haytham earlier, so either Haytham is woefully unobservant (doubtful) or Kanen'tó:kon pulled quite a stunt. :D

Am so loving Kanen'tó:kon and feeling bad that Connor feels so helpless in his presence. No, dear Connor, it's not fair, but it'll get better.

//pets Connor//

Finally good things start happening to Connor as he's finally reunited with Achilles but wrrry that cliffhanger, did Washington finally leave his palace to pursue Connor? This could be the chance everyone has been waiting for to finally take the King down. By the way, what happened to the Sons of Liberty, Putnam, and Lafayette? Were they all brainwashed as well?

Now we find out just how Kanen'tó:kon escaped with Connor without Haytham stopping him! Also I think it’s fair to assume that the Sons of Liberty, Lafayette, Putnam and everyone else would have been subjected to joining Washington’s slave army even though they were all his allies. Washington probably got everyone he could into his slave army, save for Charles Lee who Haytham probably kept safe from Washington’s mind-controlling phase until he was sure he knew he didn’t need anymore in his army. Thanks for the reviews!

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Haytham nearly broke down the door in fury when the moron of a boy slammed it in his face. He raised his fist to punch it, tightening his fingers before lowering it with a curse. He wished Charles were here with some positive news or something to calm him down, pulling back a chair from the table he collapsed in it before he started to rub his temples. Continuing to be furious at the boy would not help their situation and more than likely make their tempers so volatile Washington would easily find them as they started throwing each other out windows. Perhaps sending Charles back to the palace instead had been a bad idea, but he needed to know just exactly Washington would do that his second precious object was stolen. He stopped himself when he realized he was calling his son an object. He was not about to sink to that madman’s level and address his son as such, no matter how politically correct it may be. He looked up to the door again, wishing that it would just burst into flames under his glare, letting him into the room so he could explain his reasoning in this. He sighed, it wasn’t like Kanen'tó:kon would listen to him, the boy saw things only as black and white, ignoring the large gray area in between. Connor was the same way, however it seemed that near the end of their working relationship--before Washington’s idiocy--that he had begun to see things in a different light. He leaned back in his chair and called Catherine over as he ordered whatever slop they were serving, he was going to be waiting awhile after all.

By the time Kanen'tó:kon had finally opened the door Haytham had been contemplating retiring for the evening. He simply watched as the boy crept out wearing his robes once more, unable to see his eyes from under the shadows of his hood. He stood up quietly, crossing his arms before letting out a light cough making the younger man tense before he looked over, frowning.

“Haytham.” His voice was low, the anger from earlier was still there, but he was taking great care to make sure it wasn’t getting the best of him. Well good, Haytham thought, at least he’s trying to act civil.

“Where are you going so late in the evening?” He questioned sounding genuinely confused even though he knew exactly where he was going.

“I am leaving as I had stated before.” He said gruffly, shifting uncomfortably.

“You won’t let me have a say in this?” He snapped back, mentally cursing as he let his frustration seep into his tone.

“You do not have a say.” The younger man hissed lightly, his hand unconsciously settling upon the hilt of his tomahawk.

“He is my son.” Haytham shot back, his own wrist itching to flick out his hidden blade.

“You do not deserve him as a son, nor do you get to address him as such.” Haytham had to stop himself from snapping back and saying something that would alienate the boy further. He did however take a step back as the boy’s words stung him like a burn. The truth in his words hurt more than the tone had, no amount of denying would make what he said false. He had lied to his son, he had left him Washington’s grasp and he had made the strategical decision to leave him in the psychotic tyrant’s hands. He could not displace the blame from his shoulders onto that of someone else, no this was all his doing.

And for the first time he hated it.

He hated being seen as the villain, seen as the bad guy who lacks a conscience or a heart when he truly did have one. So he didn’t know his son long enough to form a strong bond, so he was a bit of an arse when the two were working together to find Church, so he was a bit cold-hearted sometimes. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel. He truly had feelings for Connor’s mother, Ziio had been a one of a kind and he doubted he’d ever find someone like that again, by extension he had at first liked the idea of having a son--even though that quickly vanished after meeting Connor, it returned in a different way once they had begun working together. Just because he wasn’t ideal father material, that didn’t mean he could not be one could it? However his son was a grown man now, he didn’t need him fussing over his shoulder. He looked up on surprise as he heard Kanen'tó:kon mumble something softly, forgetting that the boy had even been there.

“What was that?” He asked lightly watching as the younger man sighed before repeating.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to say that. . . . . .I thought about what you said earlier and I realized that I was in the wrong. I am sorry that I ruined what you and Lee had been working on for months, but you must understand that I could not leave him there.” Kanen'tó:kon apologized lightly, his hands were clasped in front of him, looking utterly awkward and uncomfortable with having to say he was sorry. Haytham sighed lightly, feeling what felt like a smile tug at his lips as he just observed classic Kanen'tó:kon action.

“You are forgiven, and I am also sorry for keeping this information hidden from you. I didn’t want it to affect you when you were out conducting our work on the streets or provoke you into acting rashly and taking it upon yourself to break into the palace.” Watching as the boy’s shoulders relaxed greatly he felt the atmosphere around them become all the more gentle.

“I forgive you, but I wish you would have trusted my skills better. I would have been fine.” He looked up at Haytham, letting him catch a glimpse of relaxed eyes.

“I didn’t want to risk it. You are more valuable to us alive despite how less talkative you might have been dead.” He felt a smirk spread across his lips as the boy rolled his eyes. “You aren’t still leaving are you?” Haytham asked as he felt the mood of the room fall again.

“I am sorry, but I cannot stand to be in this city any longer knowing that if we slip up even once Ratonhnhkaté:ton would pay the ultimate price.” Haytham sat back in his seat solemnly. He wished that Kanen'tó:kon had been graced with that of a lying tongue when he was younger, it would have saved Haytham numerous slaps from the truth. However it was better he supposed then getting tangled in one’s own web of lies. If Haytham wanted Connor to be kept safe it meant letting Kanen'tó:kon take him out of town and away Boston. He wished he could explain to Connor his reasoning for what he did but he could seek solace with his son later if it meant keeping him safe from Washington’s clutches.

“Are you planning on returning to the homestead?” He watched as the boy nodded before he stood up and adjusted his coat. “There is a wagon outside, the owner is out for the count downstairs, drunk, I suggest using that as a mode of transportation lest you want Connor to die of hypothermia before you reach the city limits. Stick to the hunting trails not the main road, I’ve seen Washington’s patrols all along them. I will remain here with Charles and find out what his next plans are before I send word. If we can we’ll try to focus Washington’s attention on us instead of you.” It was a stretch, but maybe by splitting up he could lead Washington on a wild goose chase while Connor recuperated under Achilles’ care. He jumped when Kanen'tó:kon came over and clasped his arm suddenly, looking him in the eye, shining with gratefulness.

“Thank you.” He said as he stepped away, “I will not forget this kindness and sacrifice. I wish you well on your endeavor and hope that you live long enough so that I may thank you once more.”

“Yes well just make sure you don’t let yourself get killed before you even leave the city.” He stepped away before heading into his room before sighing softly. Just like that he had let his son slip away from him again and back into the arms of his enemy. He stopped himself and thought angrily that this conflict was beyond that of petty rivalry between the Assassins and Templars now. He wasn’t going to deny that his son would more than likely recover much better under the old man who he had forged such a strong bond with. Haytham would always deny it, but he can’t the twinge of jealousy that sparks inside him when he thinks of the relationship between Achilles and Connor. His ears catch the sound of Kanen'tó:kon’s door opening and shutting for the last time and watches out the window as he sees the younger man’s figure carrying the bundled up figure of his son before entering the wagon. His eyes trail them for as far as he can before they disappear from sight and he backs away from the cool glass, leaving his room and sitting back at the table. All he had to do know was focus Washington’s wrath on him.

Perfect.

He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep at table before he was awakened by a hand shaking him roughly and the repetition of ‘Master Kenway’ in his ear. He batted the offending hand away as his other rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he awoke.

“Charles?” He questioned lightly as he held back the yawn that was threatening to spring from his lips. His vision was clearing up and he nearly stumbled back in surprise as he was greeted with the panicked face of his companion.

“Some good morning this is.” He grumbled as he straightened out, frowning as he felt a kink in his neck from sleeping so strangely last night.

“Master Kenway, Faulkner, that drunk of a sailor, took ages to flee from the harbor. Washington had enough time to prepare his ships and sail after them.” Charles responded frustratedly, as he walked away and began pacing back and forth. “We can’t follow them now that his ship’s left port! What do we do? Remain here with while the assassin recuperates? Sir?”

Haytham felt himself jump up before he even registered what exactly was going on. Washington wasn’t as much of an idiot as he thought, and fate seemed to be shining down upon him more than it should. He covered his face with a hand and groaned lightly, Washington didn’t know where Connor was and might have checked the whole city before leaving for the homestead, but now that he was following Faulkner home he had no doubt he’d search the homestead first. There was no time to warn any of them now that Kanen'tó:kon was a day of traveling ahead and Washington more or less so. Perhaps if he stowed away on one of the ships they would be able to catch up with Washington’s? Connor was able to captain a ship and he was still a child, surely it wouldn’t be too hard to learn if he needed to commandeer the ship would it? He got up and stormed passed Charles who stumbled after him.

“Charles I want you to ride to the homestead and warn them about Washington’s arrival, don’t stop for anything. And take Connor’s weapons with you, I forgot to tell Kanen'tó:kon we had them in our possession.” He instructed as he marched out the door, practically leaping onto the horse that awaited him outside. Lee stuttered in response at the sudden instructions but agreed, well at least Haytham assumed he agreed as he spurred the horse into a full gallop down the street.

How foolish had been letting Connor go so easily? He swore in anger as he leaned down against the animal’s mane, away from the biting wind that stung his face. He had unintentionally let his son be taken right into Washington’s hand again, could he have been anymore half-witted? There was no time for regret now, he had to focus on getting to the harbor in time to get onto a ship that was leaving. When he reached the docks he quickly realized the sheer absence of guards that normally patrolled the docks. Haytham supposes those guards were the one’s the tyrant had board the ships in an effort to chase Faulkner.

Haytham spotted one of Washington’s ships remaining in the harbor, however from the guards rushing aboard it didn’t look like it would be there for long. Haytham ran along the now empty dock, hoping that for this one moment fate may be giving him a break. He crept down below some barrels as he watched the soldiers trying to march in the normal uniform monotone step, but failing miserably due to the urgency of the situation. They scrambled to get to their positions, looking as erratic as a trail of ants when one interrupts them with a boot. He chuckled lightly as he watched them before he looked around for a way to get onto the ship. Walking onto the ship was not ideal because of all the soldiers that were entering the ship, he’d be caught before he even came within a single meter of the ship, however the absolute chaos of them may allow him to slip onto the ship unnoticed. He wasn’t willing to risk capture however. Swimming to the side of the ship and climbing aboard would give him less of a chance of getting caught however he really didn’t care for getting soaking wet in the middle of winter. He’d freeze to death before he could even get half-way up the ship. Perhaps there was a better option on the other side of the ship, he mused as he made to get up.

He froze when he felt a bayonet poke his neck.

He didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who it was and cursed himself for not asking just which ship Washington had deported on or if he had indeed even left at all yet when Charles had told him. He moved around slowly, careful to make sure he do anything less that would give Washington a reason to kill him. Washington was grinning like a fox when he turned around, letting out a hearty laugh when he saw Haytham frown. He really wanted to kill the man.

“Haytham.” Washington addressed him with glee as he removed his musket and his personal guards raised theirs to his neck.

“Washington.” He stated calmly, shifting a little as a soldier put the blade a little too close for comfort. The tyrant looked absolutely malicious when he instructed his other guards to bind Haytham’s hands. He glared at the man as he felt his wrists cruelly tied together, hissing lightly as they cut into his skin.

“Going to kill me, Commander?” He questioned lowly as he watched that smirk widen.

“Oh no, I have much bigger plans for you.”

Oh dear lord, no.

O.O

Washington has Haytham. Only thing worse is if he also gets his hands on Kanen'tó:kon and Connor.

And irony of all ironies, it's actually NOT Haytham's fault this time, despite what he's telling himself.

...I have the sinking feeling Washington is going to try a trade or something. Or use Haytham as a hostage.

//bites nails//

That being said, something in me is hoping that Connor is the one who neutralizes Washington in the end. Probably no chance of that given his condition and all, but the dreamer in me can dream of poetic justice being done.

...preferably to that man's penis.

//toothy grin//

Haytham... O_O Why don't your plans ever go as planned??? I really do hope Lee and Connor can work together, though I doubt Connor is exhausted his hatred for him by now... Lee is practically a saint compared to Washington

So agree with OP here. Fill! anon, you've actually made me like Charles Lee.

O.o

Yes Haytham you are always doomed to fail plans, guess it’s just all the bad luck that came with Washington’s control of the Apple. Anons we are approaching the last few parts, I can’t say how many updates it will take before the end, but everything is close to being wrapped up. Thanks for coming along for the ride and I really enjoyed writing out this filling this prompt. Thank you for the constant amazing reviews!

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Connor wishes he could say he was glad to be back.

But to say that would mean he would have to ignore the fact that surrounding bay had now been blockaded by an impenetrable wall of ships, that Achilles discussed their next move in secrecy to Kanen'tó:kon alone, that he had been confined to his room by the old man even when he had discussed his displeasure of being kept in the dark. He glared at the locked door with fury even though he knew that once the two were done talk the door would be unlocked once more, allowing him to go where ever he wanted to again. However he they would never answer his questions about what should be done next, about how they should deal with Washington’s forces that remained upon the water. It also didn’t help that Connor was not allowed to leave the house to discuss matters with the surrounding homestead residents, nor was he to even show them that he was alive. Achilles said it was better for them to be as ignorant as possible, just in case Washington attempted to extort the information from them with the Apple. The few days only grew worse when the homestead received another unexpected arrival who had to be kept away from him at all costs.

Charles Lee.

When he opened the door only to be greeted with the loathed man’s face he tackled him onto the icy steps in front if the manor, pleased when he heard his head bang against the ground. No sooner that they had fallen however he felt hands grip his shoulders as Kanen'tó:kon pulled him off from Charles, hissing in anger as he watched the man stand up and brush the snow off of his coat.

“What a fine welcome this is.” He said stuffily as he raised a hand to touch the back of his head, wincing from what would probably form into a bump. Good.

“What are you doing here?” Connor snapped as he shrugged his friend’s hands off of him, glaring at Lee.

“Well I did come bearing news from Haytham on Washington. He has sent a fleet of ships for you-” He started and Connor cut him off quickly in annoyance.

“Did you not notice the massive ships that have squeezed themselves into our bay? Or were you blinded by your need to please my father?” Lee narrowed his eyes and Connor nearly smirked in satisfaction when he realized he struck a chord.

“I didn’t come here to make petty arguments with you boy.” Charles responded lowly as he stared down at him. “I came to warn you, even if I was a tad too late I can assure you I didn’t come here just to get a rise out of you.” He sighed and tried to relax his shoulders but failed miserably. “Haytham hopefully has snuck aboard one of the ships and should be working his way through them to dispatch the fleet or maybe even Washington himself. I suggest we wait until he does so or gives a a signal that he needs help in doing so.”

“What kind of a signal would he send?” Kanen'tó:kon questioned from behind Connor. He couldn’t believe this! How could his friend believe Charles Lee, a snake of a man? The man who had seen him imprisoned in Washington’s hold because he worked for the tyrant king. Who knew that he wasn’t here on Washington’s orders either? He growled, wishing he had his tomahawk or hidden blades instead of nothing but his fists. He hated to admit it but if they got into a fight Charles would easily win with how weak he was. Even with all his strength he still wasn’t as great as Charles was in hand-to-hand combat.

“That is something I don’t know. It could be one of the ships in the harbor firing upon it’s brothers, a ship catching fire from below decks, just something completely out of the ordinary.” Charles answered as he pushed past him, making him snarl lightly in anger. This man deserved little if not any of their help and he wasn’t about to just listen to the fox’s tongue with hissed nothing but lies.

“Connor.” Achilles was looking at him from the bottom of the stairs, with that look on his face that made him growl lightly. He was getting sent up to his room while that man was here? No, he wouldn’t do it.

“No.” Connor frowned angrily as the old man’s face hardened, “I will not.”

“This isn’t open for discussion, boy. Now go upstairs to your room!” He demanded fiercely, making Connor take a step back in slight fright.

“Not while that man is in this house.” Connor hissed after a moment as Achilles sighed.

“You must be a fool if you thought I am actually planning to let this man stay inside the house, knowing that you would destroy half of it in the fight you will most obviously start. He will discuss just what he is here for in detail to me and once he is finished Kanen'tó:kon will escort him to his home on the property where he shall remain until this mess is sorted out.” Achilles stated as gently as he could, a flash of worry crossing his face as he watched Connor wobbly lightly. His body still wasn’t used to standing up on its own let alone ready to walk, making him sigh lightly in frustration and sadness. It seemed like he was never going to be able to get back to how he had been before what happened. He knew that recuperation was a long and slow process--it had been that way even with the smallest of cuts--was he expected to just wait years for his body to get better? He frowned as he headed upstairs, Achilles trailing right behind him before he entered his room quietly. He tried not to hear the sound of the door shutting and locking behind him, but his mind wouldn’t let him ignore it. He went over to his window, peering out of it to look at Washington’s fleet that rested in the harbor, their masts leaving shadows that looked akin to claws that stretched across the water. Connor sat down and continued to watch out the window, observing the crew of the Aquila move around along the docks in their normal routine. Because of the constant sending to his room Connor had quite a lot of time to watch just how the crew of the Aquila move around, noticing that they had a very uniform like way they went about each day. The steps were always the same as they wore down a line into the dirt from where they walked, each foot falling in exactly the same place each day, that same monotone like pace.

The footfalls echoing in his very mind as the emptiness of their eyes bore into him.

Connor blinked in shock as he felt his heart seize up in panic at the sudden memory that assaulted him, making him look away from the dock. He nearly screamed in frustration, was he really going to let things like that remind him of his time in the palace? Was he really going to let Washington’s memory cling to him like a tick and haunt him through every waking moment? The tyrant already had free reign over his dreams, making him twist and turn in an effort to somehow wake up and escape only to have his eyes remain open for no less than a few moments before being dragged back into the nightmare that awaited him. He was free of that man! He shouldn’t have to remain awake in the dead of night, curling up in his blankets to give himself the illusion of comforting arms. He had escaped and his mind should be free as his body had been, not still in the same shackles he had spent a whole torturous year in. He wonders if maybe it was the Apple’s influence upon his mind for those four years, although he hadn’t been awake the it still had possessed his mind, perhaps these were the effects that happened for being controlled for so long.

He looked down as he picked at the edge of the windowsill, confused and upset now. He wished he could talk to Achilles about these feelings or something, but the old man was too busy to be bothered by such trivial matters right now. Glancing back outside he watched the water of the bay that swayed back and forth in between the cliff walls. He noticed the rippling of the water before he spotted the small rowboat making it’s way to shore and the gathering of the Aquila crew among the docks. He squinted his eyes trying to see the figures inside the rowboat, only able to make out what looked like four people. Two were soldiers, he knew because the colors of their uniforms had become ingrained upon his skull, but the others were too far away to know. He heard the front door of the manor open and he watched in surprise as Lee, Achilles and Kanen'tó:kon moved to the edge of the cliff to watch the rowboat dock by the Aquila and the occupants get out. He heard murmuring from the trio below him as they walked back inside the house, their voices taking on a tone of worry, which didn’t bode well in Connor’s gut. He watched as the forms that had boarded the rowboat settle upon horses that had been given to them by the crewmen before they rode up the trail to the homestead. Connor moved back into his room and began to pace, his breathing catching in his throat anxiously as he wondered just who had arrived on shore. He froze when he heard the front door open once more as Achilles let the strange men inside without a fight making him twitch in trepidation. The awkward silence that descended upon the house made him shift in uncomfortableness as he leaned against the door, trying to catch anything from the conversation downstairs. When he was greeted with nothing he stepped back in anger. That was enough, he was tired of being left in the dark and if his friends were in trouble he would never forgive himself for not being able to help. He looked at the door for a moment before he grimaced, there was no way he could push that door with what little strength he had. Besides even if he did there was no telling what would happen to his friends, if they had muskets pointed at them they’d be dead before he’d even get to the staircase. His gaze fell upon the window as he continued to look for a way out and gulped, the only way to get to Achilles and Kanen'tó:kon silently would be having to climb down the edge of the mansion. Sure he was only on the second floor and the fall wasn’t too bad, however there was no telling what his body would do when it came in contact with the ground.

He took a deep breath before he cracked open the window, taking a long moment to ease himself out of the threshold and grip the edge. His arms screamed in protest as he lowered himself down, biting his lip in pain as his feet desperately searched for the windowsill below to brace his feet upon. When he found it he nearly let his hands slip from the edge he clung to, making his adrenaline rush for a moment. He took a second to catch his breath before he lowered himself down completely, his hands taking ahold of the top of the next window as his feet reached down and touched the ground. He sighed in relief, shaking slightly as the doubts that had entered his mind when he began to descend left. He ducked down below the windows as he crept along the side of the building and to the back door. He quietly opened it, before peeking inside, the sounds of hushed voices reaching his ear. He moved inside the house before shutting the door behind him, sneaking through the kitchen and to the living room where the voices grew louder.

“I will make no such deal!” Achilles snapped suddenly and furiously, making Connor jump back in surprise, catching himself before he stumbled back into the jars of preserved food. Leaning against the wall he continued to listen in on the ongoing conversation.

“Achilles please think about this.” That was Haytham’s voice, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise. Had Haytham already taken care of business so fast and so stealthily. He felt however his blood turn to ice when the next voice spoke.

“I can understand your hesitance in the trade, considering Haytham is not particularly an amazing offer. However I can throw this into the mix as well, I shall leave the Homestead unharmed instead of burning it to the ground.” Washington’s voice nearly trigged the nightmares that were hiding inside his head, tearing at the confines Connor wrapped them up in when he was awake. He hadn’t expected the tyrant to get so close to him again and so soon either, he felt his body relax when he heard Achilles’ voice once more.

“We can survive. You can keep Haytham and your offer, you will not have Connor back.” Achilles responded, not bothering to hide the anger that seeped into his tone. The old man was incredibly brave.

“Or I can kill you. It won’t take much you old fool, I was trying to be diplomatic, even save you from suffering, but it seems that you like to spit in my face.” He heard the lowering of muskets and he jumped out from his hiding spot before he even knew what he was doing.

“Wait.” He started quietly, surprised with how much he felt himself shrink when Washington’s gaze focused on him. It felt like his breath had been stolen from him when the two locked eyes for a moment, frozen in that spot by his glare. He only felt his breath return when he shifted his eyes to the ground. “I will go with you, in return for the safety of the homestead and the residents along with my father.” He bargained quietly, expecting to be bound in chains once the words left his mouth, until that was Kanen'tó:kon snarled and moved in front of him, making him look up..

“You shall not have him again! Nor shall you kill the innocents who live here and Haytham.” His friend threatened his arm stretched out and pushed him back, away from the scene as Kanen'tó:kon focused Washington’s frigid gaze upon himself. He heard Charles cough softly before the man decided to speak up, looking at everyone before he spoke.

“May I perhaps offer another suggestion?”

Yeah Connor, listen to Charles. Anything's better than going back to Washington. You won't survive another session with him, hun. ):

So glad that Achilles and Kanen'tó:kon is there to keep Connor from doing anything rash.

//pets Connor//

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Also surprised Washington didn't use the apple but as the above anon said, maybe it is at it's limits for control or maybe Washington doesn't want to risk these rebels stealing his other treasured item from him. Oh, I'm dying to know Charles' suggestion... if Washington plans on letting him talk, he must know that Charles has been working against him by now.

Charles what is your plan? I want to know!!

And I don't know why, but Achilles going "Go to your room, Connor!" made me laugh. Even though Haytham is Connor's biological father, so many people tend to ignore the fact that Achilles was the one who took up the role of being Connor's parent.

Anyways, I gotta say that you've made me like Charles a bit more as well. He might be a scumbag at times, but at least he knows when to not be one. XD

(I'm also curious about why Washington didn't use the apple to control them.)

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