Rise (an Assassin's Creed 3 Fanfiction)

A Rude Awakening, An Old Man, and a Flash from the Future

A Rude Awakening, An old Man and a Flash from the Future

"Riley, let's go! Come on get up!"

I felt a pain in my stomach which makes me cringe and groan. When I opened my eyes, Connor was looking down at me with his boot in my face. Getting an idea, I grabbed his leg out from under from him. He falls with a loud thud into the dirt on his butt.

"That's what you get for rudely awakening me," I laughed. It felt good to laugh. "You could've woken me up like a normal person but no, you had to go off and kick me like I'm worthless!" I knew that I was over exaggerating, but I wanted my point to get across.

Connor gets to his feet helping me up I suppose as an apology. It would have to do for now.

We rode for a few hours in silence. I had my head bowed low with my hood over my head as I began to think about the last few things my mother and father had said to me before... the end. The tears were pooling in my eyes again. Great. I was sick of crying over it. It happened Okay?!

...

The Homestead was bigger than my dreams made it out to be. The house was very wide and obviously had many rooms and lots of windows. There were pieces of the roof missing and cracked widows, there were some bricks missing or the wooden frame of the balcony looked as if it was about to collapse right now. But I liked it.

When we entered, we were greeted by a very large dog. I didn't have time to get away before he was on top of me attacking my face with his tongue. Though he seemed to weigh a ton, I was laughing as I tried to push him off of me.

"Desmond, Heel!"

The grey dog immediately hopped off me and trotted over to his master.

"Sorry about him," the man said patting Desmond's head. The older African American man looked familiar.

"It's alright," I said with a grin. "I love animals."

"Well this one is a real pain in the ass," I head Connor mutter.

"Connor, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" The old man asked gesturing to me with his cane.

I swear I saw Connor blush under his hood.

"Uh... This is Riley..." He glances at me.

"Anderson," I finished for him. "Riley Anderson."

"She is also a fellow Assassin, and acquaintance I suppose," Connor says pulling off his hood saying the ending a little quieter. I stifled a giggle.

"I see," the old man said shifting on his cane. "Where are you from, Miss Anderson?" Really? Again?

Another wave of panic shot through me as I shifted uncomfortably on the creaky hardwood floor in my black boots. Thankfully, the old man noticed my silent self-struggle and changed the subject, "Well, let's see if we can clean the blood from your clothes, patch you up, and perhaps learn some more about you."

"Thank you," I said smiling as I let out a sigh of relief.

"You can call me Achilles by the way," The old man said as he turned around and proceeded to walk down the long hall.

"Achilles," I quietly muttered to myself as I pulled out my sketch pad and flipped to the page of him in his dark red coat and black shoes with shiny buckles leaning on his cane. "You were the guy I asked the year and where I was weren't you?" I called from down the hall. Connor gave me a weird look.

"Indeed I am," Achilles said with a chuckle. "I knew I had seen you from somewhere before."

I follow Connor and Achilles down a long narrow hallway with several doors to a room on the far right. The room was large and appeared to be a medicine room were shelves were covered with different assorted jars and canisters, fresh rags, clothes, and bandages, along with different beds around the room with blankets and pillows. The whole room screamed "HOSPITAL."