Chapter: 35
Madeline's POV:
We were walking down the street as a couple of days have passed normally as they could. There was something different about Arno. I don't know entirely, but he seem more relax for whatever reason. He didn't seem so worry about what we were going to do today. It's a little strange to see him this way, but my heart thumps inside of my chest constantly when he is near me. He makes my cheeks burn and I feel different around him. In a nice way and not a horrible way. I can't read him like I can other people. He isn't guarded at all, but I don't know what to think about him.
The streets were crowded as usual, which isn't surprising at all. I saw woman dressed in fancy color dresses and hats that had feathers in them. They were beautiful, but it was so normal for them. I couldn't see myself wearing those dresses ever as I was completely different from them. I had to do that once while I was Templar and I really didn't like being in a dressed as it made me feel vulnerable to everything bad that could have happened. Arno was probably going to end my life right then and there, but he didn't. I don't know if it was because of Thomas or if he just chose not to.
A sigh escape from me as I look over at Arno to see he was looking around. We were getting close to where we were going to end the life of Marcus. The second Templar that I don't really know and only work with- once. It was different as I had no feelings of conflict going through me at all. Alexandre didn't need to died and everyone should get a second chance like I did- or at least I like to think that this is a second chance for me. I could be wrong, but that's how I think about me joining their side. We slow to a stop as we were coming to gate that would lead us inside the building in where Marcus was located at.
Arno look over at me as he gave me a warm smile "Ready?"
I nodded as I murmured "Of course I am"
We took out the guards that were guarding the entrance and once we did. We got rid of them quickly before Arno gave me a smirk before we walk back over to the fence area. He kneel down in front of the fence and I stood right behind him- to keep him out of sight. A smile was place on my lips as he fiddle with the lock as I scan the area around us. We were clear as far as I can see and the gate open. I back up thinking that Arno was walking inside the front yard, but I was wrong. I back up into him and I turn around with my cheeks burning once more. I snapped "You could have gone in first"
He gave me a smirk "I was going to be a gentleman and let the lady go in first"
I rolled my eyes "This isn't the time to being a gentleman"
"I could be rougher if you like?" He asked with mischief in his eyes as the smirk was still on his lips.
My cheeks burn even more as I knew he meant something different with that. I shook my head, but move forward pass him as I was too fluster to even think of something to say back to him. We walk across the lawn as I look around seeing a garden here. The front door was coming undone as Arno yanked me down into a bush. I shot a narrow look and he just gave me a smirk, but we watch through the bush of who was coming out of Marcus's home. A woman dressed causally and a little boy that was holding his mother's hand.
My heart squeeze at the sight of Marcus kissing the woman and running his hand through the boy's hair. I fell backwards onto my arse as I didn't know whether to end his life now. The boy would like me with a dead parent like me. Arno grab my hand and gave it a squeeze as I look up at him. He gave me a look of concern as I just shook my head. Once the door close once again and the mother and the son disappeared out of sight. I move around the house as I slowly open a window before crawling through it. Arno follow me inside the building.
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Fanfiction(Assassin's Creed Unity) Madeline Ash Wellington is a Templar that is well master in the arts of the sword. She has been working for the Templar Order since her mother had passed away. Madeline's father is unknown and nobody knows who he is and wher...