A hard life

Chapter Seven: Delusion

Red grunted softly, he knew for a fact the woman wasn't going to let him go in the first place. Why did he even bother with the question, he gripped his arm. A loud shriek of pain occurred at the simplest touch to his arm. "You fucking Templars are cowards, you can't fight me at full strength, so you harm me constantly." He spat as he slowly moved his arm to a wall behind him. His cloak was stained with his blood now, but he refused to let himself die.

He groaned in pain as he grunted softly. "You.. You Templars won't brake me. I refuse to awnser to your pathetic questions. So go, get Haytham." He trailed off, pressed against the wall as he slowly but surely stood himself halfway up. His legs suddenly gave out on him as he fell back, glaring at the ceiling of the cabin. "Let her kill me, she won't find the rest of the Assassin's documents anyways. I know where they hid them. But.. I sure as hell won't tell you." He grunted out, forcing himself against the wall again as he stood shakily after a minute or two.

He looked at her, wondering what thoughts were going through her mind. Red sensed someone else nearby, and automatically had a feeling it was Haytham. Shay rubbed the back of her neck, staring at the ground. "It's not my decision to make! Even if it was, I couldn't let you go because you would run back to...." She shook her head before punching the wall of the cabin. A low chuckle came from the shadows as Haytham walked towards Shay. 

"Many of your Assassin brothers have fallen on Shay's blade, ones who believed they were unstoppable. And look where that led them. Do you not remember on how easily you fell during the battle when we murdered your pathetic crew?" Haytham stared at him, before she glanced at Shay. "I....I know a way for him to speak Grandmaster." Haytham raised a brow, somewhat curious on to what Shay had planned. "Do you now? And what might that be?" Red glanced at Shay, she seemed to be....doubting her own thoughts. Shay shook her head, her eyes glaring at Red. "He says that he has nothing yet, Achilles is still alive...though badly injured." Haytham smirked, the memory of her shooting his kneecap flooding her memory. "Then what are we waiting for? Set sail Shay, it seems we will be....reuniting with an old 'friend'."

Red only let out a laugh at what Haytham had said once she appeared from the darkness. "Oh bravo, ...you mother fucker!" He shouted as he pulling his hood off of his head. The raven black hair falling everywhere, he growled as his eyes that had been hidden this whole time held hate. His eyes once were a beautiful cyan blue growing up until an accident occured which made the left hue turn crimson red. He glared at her with the multi colored eyes as he shakily approached her, he was slow with his movement, it was expected due to his injuries. "You dumb woman, do you not remember that after all the Assassin's you two murdered that you made the rest flee? I was fucking sailing home you twat. My crew had no weapons, so you slaughtered unarmed men and women." He spat with venom in his tone.

As he drew closer to her, a rather satisfied chuckle escaped his lips. "Do whatever you want, but trust me. I'm going to kill you. Both of you, you pathetic wretch." He spat harshly in Haytham's face as he shoved her with as much strength as he had, it wasn't much force but it pushed her back. "How about you actually let me get well, Templar. Then fight me, oh but you won't because you have to pick on the unarmed people. You Templars really are all the same." He grunted out as he pushed past them both, exiting the cabin slowly. The cold wind made him shudder as he walked out onto the main deck. "What a disgrace of a ship."

"Ah. Unarmed woman and men? Like the ones in Haiti? Not to mention the lives lost in Lisbon. The countless lives of woman, men and children? It was your precious Assassins that murdered innocents. Yet, that did not stop them from searching for the Temples. If it not for Shay, many more innocent lives would have been lost. Do not speak of what you do not truly understand boy. The only disgrace is you, and your pathetic little thing you call a life." Haytham spat, Shay remained quiet walking towards the wheel of the ship, giving out orders to set sail. Many things were running through her mind, having regret of mentioning Achilles. 

Though, the only thing she regretted the most is what happened in Lisbon. It happened four years ago, yet the memory was forever burned in her head. Shay gripped the wheel tightly, while some of her men had their eyes set on Red. Haytham looked over at her then back at Red. "Shay easily took you down, she could easily kill you. Though I doubt she is up for the task. But you will get your chance to heal, then we will see how you are in battle. Until then, I would hold back your tongue."

Red only snickered, listening to her petty little threats as he laughed. "Aye, I'd sooner drive a dagger into your eye. But mom said not to go near piss ants. They bite the fire out if you." He retorted as he grinned, what the two didn't know was he was a master thief. He had took Haytham's pistol and a small dagger. "You are pathetic, truly. You know, under normal circumstances I'd be happy to help, but when you attack my ship and murder innocence then you don't get what you want. Want to know the best part? My ship. It has everything your searching for, including the maps of the leftover Assassins, oh but you sank my ship which means you'll have to have shay scavenge them." He spat, glaring at her.

He gritted his teeth together as he made a sarcastic grin, his hues locked onto the woman with hatred. "I only had four years of training with a blade, I know good and well shay has had more training than I. But if it were naval combat. I'd sink you without a second thought. Oh by the way Haytham, what was it like to watch your father die?" He spoke with cruel words, he knew just how to piss her off, he knew he had struck a nerve. "I bet it was lovely. See I came home one day and the sight was extraordinary. My mother on the ground, organs all over the place. And a Templar cunt decapitated my father. You see the only mistakes your kind made, was not killing me. You're so busy wallowing in your shit like pigs you forgot to realize something important. I'm an Assassin. What did the ancient assassins do? They learned from thieves and mercenaries." He spoke pulling out Haytham's pistol, waving it in the air. "Missing this darling. Here let me show it back to its owner." He spoke, aiming it at her head as he watched a crew member approaching him from the corner of his eye. Instantly he aimed shooting the male in the leg, watching him fall as he laughed.

Haytham nodded her head, Shay aimed for his neck, hitting him with several sleep darts. Red staggered as he pulled the darts out, he looked over at Shay before collapsing. Shay motioned for someone to help the man who was shot, yet Haytham remained quiet. "What do we do now Grandmaster?" Haytham stared down at his body, many things running through her mind. "Tie him up, leave him on an island." They were docked in Halifax, though there were plenty of small islands surround by the ocean they could leave him. 

Shay nodded and they set sail, headed towards Pearl Island. Shay had found the island while searching for Templar relics. Often when the darts would wear off, Haytham would keep throwing more at him. Did she want to kill him? Of course, but Shay convinced her to let him live. Like she had done with Achilles. As the docked, some of the men carried his body out onto the island.

Haytham stayed on the ship as Shay walked with them. The dropped his body on the ground, Shay reached inside her coat, pulling put his hidden blades. She stood there for a moment before throwing them, landing in the water. Shay stood there for a few moments before leaving. Haytham stood next to as they set sail. "Of he lives, he'll come for us." Shay spoke, the cold air making her shiver a bit. "And when he does, he will have his battle the he wishes. Until then, we move onward with our plans. Sail for Boston, I need to speak with them." Shay nodded her head, she had met only met Charles Lee, and she already didn't like them. Despite her officially being a Templar, he knew very little of their plans, being focused on stopping the Assassins with the Temples, Haytham found it best she knew of their plans.