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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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he lives in the woods (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)Haytham opened his eyes. The room he was in was not his own, though he did feel a faint twinge of recognition. It was spacious, with pale walls and large, pretty windows. There was a door that appeared to lead onto a balcony on one side of the room, and another door which probably had more mundane purposes. There was a second bed on the other side of the room, and most of the furniture looked brand-new.
Haytham did the what any rightfully paranoid individual would do upon waking up in an unfamiliar location: take note of his inventory and check himself for injury. There were a few tender-feeling places on his head, arms and knees, where fresh bruises seemed to be; otherwise he was unharmed. He was almost fully-dressed, only missing his hat, boots and cloak.
Perhaps he had been sick? Surely he would remember that, besides, he did not feel ill at all.
He got up slowly and silently, to observe his surroundings. The room was strewn with objects he knew he owned- a jacket thrown over the back of an armchair, a pair of boots by the balcony door, a few weapons on the table in the corner. He glanced out of the windows, to see a familiar-looking bay, surrounded by cliffs and greenery. A ship was currently docked there, one he was sure he had seen before.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Last Haytham remembered, it was late November in London. How could he possibly be in the Colonies? In early summer, no less?
He took a deep breath to calm himself. It would do no good to panic. Then, he gave the room another glance. Where had he seen it before?
…Oh.
It had been rather red, last time he had been here. And slightly more full of corpses.
The old Assassin Headquarters couldn't possibly be a Templar stronghold, could it? Granted, it had been… oh, fifteen years since the massacre of the Brotherhood, but he had thought that the Mentor- Achilles Davenport, wasn't it?- was still alive and well.
So how, then, had he been unconscious in the room Davenport's wife and child died in? How was it that his belongings were strewn around as though he'd lived there some time? Had he suffered amnesia of some kind?
The door opened, behind him, and he cursed himself for being so distracted by the questions raised by his surroundings. He whirled around, ready to grab one of the daggers lying on a table only metres away, only to see Charles standing in the doorway, steaming tray of tea in hand.
"Charles?" he managed. 'Surprised' was an understatement. What the devil was going on?
"Yes, Haytham?" Charles asked, taking a few steps forward, setting the tray on a dresser beside the door. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm not," Haytham snapped. "I trust there's a damn good explanation for all of this?"
Charles stiffened slightly, and glanced up at him.
"For all of what?" he asked, clearly confused. How on earth could Charles be confused? If anybody here had the right to be confused, it was Haytham!
"Charles, the last thing I remember is being in London, in November," he said, urgently. "And now I seem to be in the old Colonial Assassin headquarters, in early summer, no less. Explain. Now."
Charles looked dumbstruck for a moment. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, and then closed it. Eventually he closed his eyes briefly, and met Haytham's gaze again.
"Before I can explain anything, I need to know how much you remember. How old are you?"
What kind of a question was that? Exactly how much time had elapsed between his last memory and now? What on earth had happened?
"I'm forty-six," Haytham said, after a moment. He studied Charles' expression intently. There was a flicker of sadness, and something that was either horror or panic, but as usual, the man was calm and collected in moments.
"You're forty-eight, sir," Charles said, carefully. "It's June, seventeen-seventy-three."
"What? That's impossible!" Haytham exclaimed. "A year and a half? How on earth did I lose so much of my memory?"
"I don't know how best to explain, sir." Charles poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Haytham. "I'll fill you in on the basics, and the others can explain the rest."
"The others? Johnson and Hickey?"
"We're in a temporary alliance with the Assassins, sir. The enemy of the enemy is a friend, I believe the saying goes."
An alliance? With the Brotherhood? This new enemy must be terribly powerful, then. Surely there would have been some sign of them before he'd left the Colonies? Haytham sipped at the tea gingerly. Perhaps this was some kind of trap.
"What enemy?"
"I…" Charles began. He paused, rubbed his eyes, and took a long draught of tea. "I can't explain it thoroughly enough. I've never seen it. Your son would know more than I do."
Haytham gritted his teeth. This was getting ridiculous.
"Charles, I have no children."
Charles looked surprised a moment, then poured himself a second cupful of tea.
"That you know of," he said. "Do you remember that Native woman?"
"Ziio? Of course," Haytham replied. Realisation dawned. "…You aren't telling me that she…?"
"You only met the boy face-to-face a little under a year ago, when this mess began."
Haytham banged his cup back onto the saucer, and tea slopped over the side as he all but threw the china onto the tea tray. How dare she?
"Clearly I need to have a chat with Ziio," he hissed.
"You can't. She's dead," Charles said.
Haytham's stomach dropped, and his heart sank. The fury that had burnt so savagely mere moments ago was instantly quelled, replaced instead by disbelief and horror.
"How?" he managed. "When?"
"Your son will be able to explain much more thoroughly than I. All I know is this: while you were gallivanting around the Middle East, we tried to find Ziio's village, to speak with the elders. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and Washington's men got there before we did. They burnt the place to the ground, and less than half the village survived."
"Washington? That idiotic fop who followed Braddock around like a lost puppy?"
"The very same, sir. If you'll stay here a moment, I shall inform the others of your predicament."
Charles was gone before Haytham could demand that he stay and explain. What on earth could have happened to turn everything upside-down so quickly? What could possibly be so dangerous that they were working with half-a-dozen barely-trained, hopelessly optimistic fools?
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 05:13 pm (UTC)(link):D
I just adore your writing, and I'm loving the fact that you gave a slight teaser to the horror in the prologue, but will now slowly rebuild it in the beginning chapters.
You whet our appetites with a nice appetizer, good chef, and like an expert, you now build up to the main course.
fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)I literally don't know what to say... I'm torn between rolling on the floor squeeing at your lovely words and hiding under a blanket, relishing all the FEELS you're giving me...
Re: he lives in the woods (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway, all will be explained shortly! (ACIII is the only game I love the bad guys as much as I love the good guys, so you'll see lots of Templars in this! :3)
Re: fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)ACIII is the only game I love the bad guys as much as I love the good guys, so you'll see lots of Templars in this!
Ditto! Really wished there would be a DLC for them, with just six men they took down an entire Fort (eh... Connor can actually take down one by himself)
fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)