A hard life

Chapter Four: The Sting if Defeat

Pain shot throughout his body as he moved, groaning softly as struggled to sit himself up. His vision was blurry, and it hurt to breathe, but he was alive, for now. His weapons and most of his armour had been taken from him, and was chained to the floorboards. He didn't know how long he was out for, though at the moment it didn't matter, he could hear her voice giving orders to her crew. Hearing the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, Red let out a sigh, causing the pain to increase. His crew was dead, his ship at the bottom of the ocean.

He didn't know what Shay and Haytham had planned for him, though he was sure they'd kill him, much like the rest Shay had killed. No one would have guessed that she'd turn against us, that she'd betray us. Red knew very little of Shay, other then she was a traitor. Though Liam seemed troubled on her actions, from what he knew, they grew up together. Red ran his hand through his hair, his body ached and most of his blood had dried. Shay's voice could no longer be heard, though the ship continued to sail. Soon enough, footsteps got closer to where he was, then the hatch above creaked opened.

Red didn't bother on looking at them, already knowing who it was. "So he's awake. Now....shall we move on?" A familiar British voice said, Haytham walked towards him, Shay following right behind her. It's been four years since Shay left, most of the Assassins dead because of her. Shay glanced at Red, before turning her gaze towards Haytham. "He could be of use.....we can make him talk." Shay spoke, her Irish accent a little off, mostly due to exhaustion. "That we can Shay, though I doubt we can get anything from him. I doubt they would trust vital information to...someone like him." Red glared at Haytham, which caused her to shake her head.

"I wouldn't tell you anything! Templar fucker and you traitorous bitch!" He yelled, spitting at their feet. "Deal with this Shay, I'll be by the wheel." Haytham spoke softly, turning away she stopped at the hatch. "If you can't get anything from him, let his body be with the rest of his crew." With that, Haytham left, leaving them both alone. Moments of silence passed, Red's pain only grew worse.

"Look. I'd rather not kill you lad, too many have died already because of me." Shay finally spoke, though Red could care less.

"Well. What are you going to do? I won't tell you anything." He muttered, holding his side. Shay let out a sigh, before turning away.

"Either you talk to me, or Haytham will get you to speak. And trust me on this lad, you don't want that happening." She said before leaving Red, he stared at the ground, light appearing from the holes above.

Red didn't believe her when he said she didn't want to kill him, she killed the others, what's stopping her from kill him? Though he had no doubt Haytham would kill him given the chance. He shifted in his place, trying his best to get comfortable, and he doubt he could lay down again. With a heavy sigh, Red closed his eyes, having a difficult time of trying to rest.