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he lives in the woods 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

"It is not for nothing!" Connor snarled, looking furious. "Would you rather we sat back and ignored the crisis, allowed more innocent children to die? Progress is slow, but it is being made. Why else would you have stuck around for so long? Except from the obvious, that is."

Haytham was slightly taken aback by this- he was not used to being spoken back to in such a aggressive manner, least of all by men he hardly knew.

"The obvious?" Haytham asked. There was absolutely nothing obvious about any part of this nightmare.

Connor glanced at Charles, who immediately spoke up.

"Connor. Your duties as Grand Master. That sort of thing."

Charles had that expression on his face. The one that meant he was not telling the whole truth. However, before Haytham could demand an explanation, the kitchen door opened and several men stepped entered the room.

"Are you finished yet?" one of them asked, this one perhaps forty, with a strong French accent.

"More or less," Connor said. "Everything has been explained as well as it can in the absence of any real evidence."

"Good," an old man croaked, and it was with some discomfort that Haytham realised that this old man was Achilles Davenport, and that the two decades since the raid on the Assassin Headquarters had not been kind to him.

Charles cleared his throat and started speaking again.

"Er, Haytham, the gentleman to your left is Stephane Chapeau, a chef from the province of Quebec. The young man beside him is Clipper Wilkinson, a sharpshooter from Boston, and the priest is Duncan Little, from Ireland. You've met before. And of course, you know Achilles Davenport already."

Haytham nodded, concentrating on the table before him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the assassins with his second sight- they were a slightly deeper red than Connor, but he supposed that was only to be expected.

"I don't recall ever having met a priest from Ireland before," Haytham said.

"We met in an opera house," Duncan said. "I was ten. You killed my uncle. It wasn't a very good first impression."

"Oh," Haytham murmured. Time to change the subject before matters could deteriorate further. "Connor said you saw the-- what are we calling it?"

"The Slender Man," Connor said.

"That I did. It was through a window during a stormy afternoon. The kind where you'd drown for opening the front door. I was holed up in a small room, crossbow at the ready, and the kid was just standing in the middle of the courtyard. At first, nothing happened, but after a moment I could see something where the water streamed down over the glass. I opened the window, quiet as could be, but the thing couldn't be seen any more. So, I half-closed the window, and watched some more."

Duncan took a deep breath and continued, sounding tired.

"It was tall, but even through the water I couldn't make it out properly. It was as though it was just an inch or so in a different direction than where I was looking. Anyway, the babe started laughing, reaching out to this thing, and it reached out for it to. Trying to concentrate on it made my head and eyes hurt. The child laughed harder, and the thing did something I couldn't make out, and these wounds started opening up on the child's body, but it kept laughing. I opened the window again, ready to shoot the thing full of arrows, but I couldn't see it any more. Well, thinking back there was a real faint shadow through the raindrops, but nothing I could aim at."

Duncan shuddered, and paused again. If he was telling the truth, it must have been a very traumatic affair.

"The child's laughter started warping. It echoed and after a minute it didn't sound like a child any more. It got louder somehow, closer, even, and I got a sharp pain in my ears. I was so terrified, I dropped the crossbow and covered my ears, and the pain in my head got so bad I couldn't do anything but curl up in a ball. It seemed like forever, but when the pain and the noise went away, I peered out the window, and there was nothing but a dead, bloody little body in the middle of the mud. It was still smiling."

Haytham shut his eyes, and thought hard. This was surely impossible? Invisible monsters did not exist. But on the other hand, it was obvious that the man truly believed that this was what had happened, and surely neither the Assassins nor his Templar comrades would believe something so far-fetched for no reason.

"Well?" Connor asked, after a few moments. "Do you believe us?"

"I don't disbelieve you," Haytham said, with gritted teeth. "I need to find my journal."

"That might not be such a good idea," Charles said, quickly. Haytham glanced up. What on earth was Charles blathering about now?

"What do you mean?"

"Er," Charles said, clearly nervous.

"Did something happen?" Haytham pressed. Charles looked uncomfortable. "Then surely it's imperative that I can read back through my version of events, isn't it? Get up to date on… this mess. How on earth could that be a bad idea?"

"You might not like what you read, sir," Charles said, quietly.

"Oh, as if I've liked anything I've heard today? Give it a rest, Charles." Haytham snapped. He stood, and glanced at the Assassins. "Pleasure to meet you fellows."

Then he left, to search the room he'd woken up in. He could hear muttering and the low babble of a discussion behind him, but he didn't care. They were idiots. Why should he care about what thought of him?

It took a mere five minutes to find the journal he'd been using in London, and a new one, bound in new brown leather. The new book was sitting on the table, next to the tea tray, and the old journal was resting in a chest at the end of what Haytham assumed was his bed. He'd woken up on it, after all.

He flipped his old journal open. He'd started it barrel month before his last memory, and he found the last entry he remembered writing with ease.

November 27th, 1771

I don't know what to do. After everything that's happened, the Order needs to be re-established in this country, but there is nothing else here for me, save a sister who resents my very existence. I miss the Colonies, but they remind me far too much of what I have lost.

The next entry was almost two months later.

January 3rd, 1772

Have looked for individuals who might further the Order's cause here, but Birch's betrayal runs deep. I am beginning to think that the corruption is too far gone, that I should leave my homeland and return to Boston. I still own that nice plot of land in Virginia, don't I?

January 4th, 1772

I was in a foul mood yesterday. All I seem to get is bad news. Still, perhaps not all is lost.

January 11th, 1772

I wonder what happened to the Piece of Eden stolen from the Crown Jewels all those months ago? There have been no reports of trouble. I expect it's in the hands of the Assassins. Idiots. At least they're not causing trouble with it, though it's only a matter of time.

February 1st, 1772

The newly-recruited Templars are almost ready to start toppling the Assassin order in this country. I wish Reginald hadn't buggered us over so thoroughly out of greed. Things would be so much easier if the British Inner Circle were still alive and well.

Ah, so there was a small British Order again. That was better than the Assassins running around, cocking things up with no opposition, like they clearly had been in the Colonies. Perhaps he could request some help from them with this Slender Man problem? Oh, but surely he had thought of that already... He would need to ask one of his allies- not Charles, he was clearly hiding something. Johnson and the others were still alive, weren't they?

So caught up in his thoughts was Haytham, he almost didn't notice Achilles entering the room.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

You may me feel for Charles Lee.

o.o

Oh, Haytham...so unintentionally cruel. But that description was chilling, the way the child kept laughing more and more as he died...the smile on his face as he lay in the mud.

//shivers//

And now imagining Connor in that condition...

It's good to see Achilles again! I wonder their first interaction will go... //brings popcorn//

fill anon

[(Anonymous)]

Giving people Charles Lee feels is my guilty pleasure. :3

And yes, Haytham strikes me as the type to be very horrible without intending to be.

I love the assassins! I'm going to have a lot of fun writing them! :D

Re: fill anon

[(Anonymous)]

Charles Lee is such an interesting character. It's a pity that Ubisoft didn't explore him more and especially disappointing that there were no cute Pomeranians in the actual game.

<3 the Assassins almost as much as I <3 your writing style. I know I will enjoy reading the two combined! :)

fill anon

[(Anonymous)]

asdfghjkl you're too sweet, anon!

Basically I think 99% of Lee's actions are due to his visible-from-space crush on Haytham. When I was playing those sequences for the first time, I half expected for Charles to scream "God Haytham stop friendzoning me" and to defect to the Templars and to become the game's Big Bad that way... this was before The Reveal, obviously.

Pomeranians would have made me squee with joy, especially if they were pettable. :3

Re: he lives in the woods 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP, but I am LOVING this fill! Slender Man and Charles/Haytham? You have tapped into my interests!

I agree with OP, you are giving me serious Charles Lee feels.