Beauty and the Assassin

Sequeance 17

Sequence 17

"His son-in-law?" asked Haythem frowning with slight confusion his interest growing over tenfold as he walked to the wall of the cell and leaned against it cocking an eyebrow as he gazed down to the old man sitting on the cold floor.
"This sounds like a story, care for a chair?" he asked "That floor looks dreadfully uncomfortable."
Maurice glared upwards towards the Grand master Templar a feeling of rage and frustration clouded in his eyes.
"What the hell do you care about my comfort?" he said in furry "I've been wasting away in this putain de (fucking) cell for nearly two weeks deprived and beaten to a pulp why would you give a damn about my comfort?!" the old man asked angrily.
"Come now do you really want to bite the hand that just fed you?" hummed Haythem while scratching his chin.
"I was nice enough to bring you a decent meal instead of that God awful porridge, so some gratitude would be nice."
Maurice stayed silent for a few moments debating whether or not to speak of his past though the man did bring him a good meal more or less he knew he was going to regret this and with a sigh he begun.
"Alright fine, hand me that stool please."
"It was twenty years ago, I had just become the apprentice of Charles Marie de La Condamine. He brought me to Great Britain to study under his wing and other private matters; it was there that I met her at an opera, I was instantly fond of her, such beauté (beauty) should have been against the law, and I still remember making eye contact for the first time."
Haythem gave him a smirk understanding exactly what his words meant he couldn't help but empathize with him.
"She smiled my way and gave me a small wave that is what encouraged me to go and greet her. It was then that I realized she wasn't an ordinary woman, as soon as I came within 5 feet of her I was immediately pulled and dragged out by a few men and nearly beaten to death."
Haythem crossed his arms and with a thoughtful frown wondered how many beatings has this man taken in his life time but decided to keep quiet about it, simply because he was interested in his story.
"And?" he asked wanting him to continue.
"I laid there for God knows how long then....it started to rain c'est bien ma chance (just my luck) huh? As the opera ended I was aching from head to toe the rain making me soaked to the bone so I rose from the mud and tried to make myself look at least a little decent, I made my way to a small garden, sat down and tried to recover my senses but.....I noticed the rain stopping above my head an elegant umbrella covering me from the rain, I looked up to where I sat and met the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes" said Maurice while leaning against the cobble stone wall with a bright smile.
"There she was, smiling with sympathy and slight bashfulness I could tell she was shy I thanked her and told her my name and the moment she told me hers my heart nearly exploded when I heard the honey sweet tone of her voice Louise Belle Conwell but she preferred I call her Lois" he sighed with a goofy grin curling on his lips.
"Talk about love at first sight right" said Maurice as Haythem rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"So after that?" he asked.
"After that I asked if I could see her again and she told me she wasn't allowed to but I didn't let that stop me, I couldn't let it stop me! She spoke of her father and how powerful of a person he was but I didn't give a rat's ass about that I had to see her again."
"So we continued to meet each other in secret every night in that same garden, days started to go as weeks and weeks turned into months, we went from friends to lovers in a short while but I didn't want our love to be in secret any longer I wanted to take her hand in marriage."
"Understandable I suppose" said Haythem.
"My mentor caught wind of our meetings and strictly told me to stay clear of her, once again I heard of her father and his massive authority but it was nothing like I thought his power wasn't of a banker or a duke but something even greater...Templars" said Maurice while eyeing Haythem.
"He told me the tail of the Templar Knights who I thought was just a folk legend, but they were real everything he told me was real the wars the power being gained behind the scenes of every diplomatic issue it was all true."
Haythem shrugged with a slight smirk "Well we don't disappoint do we?" asked the Grand master.
"Sadly you bastards don't in the concept of ruining lives you claim you want pace but all I've seen are pieces of lives and limbs your all monsters in my eyes" spat the inventor venom in his voice, the anger inside starting to build.
"But do go on I'm honestly interested."
".....fine, so after I finished talking to my mentor I disregarded every warning he gave me and saw her again, it was that night I learned that she was pregnant with my child but it was also the night her father found out about my existence that night I met Matthew Conwell for the first time."
"Well I'm guessing he didn't say pleasure to meet you" said Haythem earning a glare from the old man "sorry, do go on."
"Saying he was furious is an understatement he was blindingly livid I barely had a chance to explain that I wanted to wed her but he wasn't having any of that and on the spot he tried to kill me, not one of his soldiers or bodyguards he to take my life by his own hands he tried choking me to death his grip was solid I thought I was done...until Louise intervened."
"What did she do? Knock him cold?" asked Haythem in a jestful manner.
"Actually...she did with a silver platter to she was no push over thanks to her we escaped but of course we were chased all over Britain we couldn't run or we could barely even hide so I went to my mentor begging him to help of escape to France, my mentor decided to call a friend to help us a good friend he met in the colonies another powerful organization that could stand against the Templars."
"Hm Assassins" said Haythem lifting and eye brow.
"Yes The Assassins, but not any Assassin this man was a great leader a man I can respect for the rest of my days, Achilles Davenport."
Haythem reached for his chin leaning forward in his even more intrigued "Well I'll be damned" said the Templar.
"Yes you will be, but aside from that he helped Lois and I escape and brought use to France were we could be in peace, there I took her hand and Belle was born."
"But they found you" said Haythem.
Maurice looked at him with a raised brow "How did you guess?" asked the old man.
Haythem sat back into his seat giving him a knowing look "We always do."
"...yes they found use three years later, they caught us while walking home and there target was me but Lois she......she" Maurice began to choke on his words though the night was seventeen years ago the wound was still fresh the sound of the gunshot bursting in his head the sound of a three year old Belle screaming the sound of his beloved hitting the ground and the crimson that flooded the cobble stone...and Lois.
"She saved my life...it was only by chance that I escaped with Belle in my arms I ran like a cowered! I couldn't avenge my beloved, she died while telling me to take care our beautiful child so I ran to the nearest place where I thought we could be safe, the colonies I went to my mentor begging him once again to help me find Achilles the closes we were to the Assassins the better I felt."
"So I found him and agreed to help in any way I can, swearing all Templars to all seven rings of hell I wanted to be of use so then I build weapons for them studying them passing on information to the Brotherhood and eventually I gained their trust and was asked to study an ancient artifact."
"The apple of Eden" said Haythem.
"Exactly the apple was in my care I kept away from wondering eyes and continued studying for years...until...you showed up and took down the ones who had sheltered my daughter killing friends and families making all feelings of safety vanish...so after Achilles defeat I drew a map and gave it to a most trustworthy person and they hide in that area so not even I know where it is I'll never tolerate you bastards getting your hands on it"
"And if I may ask who this "most trustworthy person" is would you answer?" asked Haythem.
"Ha! Even if I did you would just seek'em out and interrogate them, I doubt you'll find her I haven't seen her for fifteen years anyway she's long gone by now" said Maurice
"Her? Hmm Well I'll give you my word that I would never cause harm to an innocent woman"
"She was another friend of mine Ziio" said Maurice.
Haythem froze his eyes widened with shock he didn't want to believe what he just heard he stood from his chair and walk closer to Maurice just to make sure he wasn't hearing wrong.
".....What was that name just now?" he asked in a whisper his eyes not leaving Maurice.
"Ziio don't you speak the King's English?" said Maurice.
"No, no it can't be no it's just coincidence" whispered Haythem.
Maurice took in his panic and he was no fool, putting the pieces together his thoughts ran through the analysis.
'A Native Assassin with the name Kenway and his panic of knowing Ziio... Oh merde (Oh shit)'
"Well...thank you for your origin story but...I'll be going now" said Haythem as he walked towards the cell's exit.
"Haythem!" called the old man.
Having him stop in his tracks but still not facing him.
"By chance is Ziio the mother of your son?" he asked while standing up "I want the truth I've told you more than enough for at least that."
With a long pause he stood there still as a rock he did consider that, his painful pass was more than enough collateral for a simple answer.
".....Yes" and with that he left closing the cell door behind him.
Maurice slumped down to the cobble stone floor and sighed while rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"We should be in a Shakespeare story"

Matthew Conwell stood by the fire place with a glass of wine taking a few sips while his best Templar knights Mr. Wallace Campbell and Lance James were playing a game of checkers.
"Lance, are you certain that Washington doesn't have one?" asked the old man.
"Yeah the bastard had me on a wild goose chase I swear everyday with unite this, peace that I wanted to shoot him in the fucking head" said Lance annoyed that he was losing the game
"Hmm and the Assassin?" he asked "I had the pleasure of meeting him in the same town where my granddaughter lived but it seems he's taken her back to his little rabbit hole"
No worries sir we have information that the Assassin is going to protect a convey heading North more and likely he'll be bringing the girl with him" said Campbell.
"Good then Lance I want you to accompany our white cloaked friend...and bring my granddaughter alive" said the Grand master.
"I'll be on the first vessel" he said while smirking and making a move that took two pieces of the board "HA" he shouted in triumph.
Campbell smirked and took four "King me."
"AH FUCK IT ALL THAN" he shouted smacking the board aside.
"Oh and bring Gaston with you these past couple of months has done his skills a great justice."
"OOOH I hate that guy, always thinking he's the best thing that happened in man kind since pants" said Lance not liking the idea the Frenchman has taken a lot of his feelies since showing up in the Order and he didn't like it not one bit.
"Come now Mr. James no complaining" said Campbell
"Alright fine! So what are we gonna do when were done here go back to Britain?" asked Lance.
Conwell smirked and placed his drink on top of the fire place.
"Maybe...I don't know about you gents but I'm growing rather fond of this little nation"
They all sherd a glance toward each with a knowing smirks.

"Ready to set sail sir" said Mr. Faulkner
"Good let's get going I want to sail the wind while it's strong, are you ready?" asked Y/n looking to his side.
"Aye Captain" said Belle saluting you dressed in her new yellow sailors coat reaching to her calves with thigh-high boots hugging feminine legs a white jabot collar type matching her ruffle sleeves, her hair in a neat pony tail that sat on her over her left shoulder she looked and felt like a female Captain all she was missing was a hat.
She smirked while eyeing you, were distracted by Peg-Leg going on again about something, something kid Captain she saw her oppertunity and in one swoop she snatched it from your head and placed on her own smiling deviously.
"Oh so you want to try being Captain?" You asked her raising a brow and giving a smirk of your own.
She gasped as her eyes widened with excitement "Can I?" she asked accidently squealing in the process.
"Yes just be take care as we move through the sea and if it feels like it's too much I'll take over"
Clapping her hands and jumping up and down a few times she jumped and hugged the Assassin catching him off guard which was rare in his case.
"Thank you, Thank you Y/n I always wanted to try this since reading a few sailor novels"
"Oi Cap'n you really gonna let her at the wheel?" asked a member of the crew.
"Is there a problem with that?" You asked with a dark voice and a glare it was a rhetorical question and everyone knew it.
"Say Cap'n is this lovely lass joinin' use on this voyage or you?" another sailor ask licking his lips as if he was looking at a plate of food...and hasn't eaten in day making her feel uncomfortable.
"Touch her and you'll be picking your teeth of the deck while swabbing" said the Native bringing some of the Assassin into his voice and showing yet another life endangering glare.
The sailors ooh'd and whistled to your threat and protective nature over the Frenchwoman she blushed while pecking your cheek with a light kiss and made her way through the deck, and was getting a few glances from other crew mates, one was trying his hardest to get a better glance at her derriere as he leaned to the side, that earned him a smack up-side the head from the Captain.
"She's all yours" said Mr. Faulkner as Belle reached the wheel she couldn't help but feel so happy and adventurous she would have never gotten to do this in her old life but now here she is at the wheel of a ship preparing to sail she took a deep breath inhaling the smell of the open sea and took hold of the wheel.
"You seem happy" said Mr. Faulkner
"I am Bobby, I would never have been able to do this in my old life I can say....being with Y/n really...makes me happy" said Belle while going red in the face Robert chuckled and gave her a knowing smile.
"Alright Belle give the word for full sail" said Mr. Faulkner.
"Wait!" You shouted making Belle jump back in fear that she something wrong but she was caught off guard when she saw you coming to her, in your hand was the most beautiful thorn less rose she'd ever seen. You walked up to her giving a small smile and placed the rose in her hair, she smiled and wrapped her arms around your neck and placing her soft lips on yours taking you in a deep passionate kiss.
They must have stayed like that for a while because the earned a "Ahem" from Mr. Faulkner "We should really get goin' now Cap'n."
"Oh uh of course" You said wiping some lipstick off.
"Belle set us off lass" said Mr. Faulkner
Belle took hold of the wheel as she took a deep breath.
"FULL SAIL!" and they were off.