Assassin's Creed III : The Ghost Secrets

Chapter 13: Ghost of a Killer

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        1780- The only thing that Connor was concerned about was what would await him at that dark old house. Faulkner tagged alongside him as they moved through the woods with the leaves crushing under their feet. "Captain," said Faulkner, "why are we actually going to the house? What could we possibly need more than what we already have?" Connor said sincerely, "I feel that there is more than meets the eye here, Mr. Faulkner." The old man shook his head and just followed along Connor.
They were able to reach the house and Connor went up to the porch. He grabbed hold of the doorknob only finding out that it was locked. Connor looked at Faulkner and said, "It looks like we will need to find another way in." Faulkner grew impatient. Connor looked around. Then he saw a open window from above. He pointed to it. "Look there, Mr. Faulkner," he exclaimed, "we should climb up to the window." Faulkner laughed at Connor. But once he saw that the young native was serious, he stopped. Connor climbed up the wall onto the porch's roof. Then he reached for Faulkner's hand and pulled him up. "Well, that was frightening," admitted the old man. The window was next to them on the wall. Kenway and Faulkner grabbed under the window sill and pulled upward. Then it came up with a jolt. Next, they entered the room. They looked around and everything was very old. They both stepped forward and the floor collapsed under their feet and they fell down to the floor below.
They both moaned from the impact of the fall, but got themselves up. Faulkner said in pain, "I... think I've broken something." But he was fine. Connor said," Shh. Quiet. We are not alone here." The old man nodded and drew his pistol. Connor took out his tomahawk and they went on.
As they were walking, they passed by a mirror on the wall. It had been shattered somehow. Is hung above a little desk. On the desk were pieces of the broken glass. A trail of shards followed into the next room. They stopped at the doorway. Connor looked into the next room. "Captain," said Faulkner, " you think that someone was looking for something?" Connor nodded. "Precisely, Mr. Faulkner," replied Connor. Connor analyzed the room some more. On the floor was a blood stain. Connor bent down and looked it over. "It seems as if a confrontation occurred in this side of the house. The mirror is broken and a stain of blood is on the floor," the young Assassin explained.
Mr. Faulkner responded, "Aye. And it looks as if it was murder. Surely someone was killed. But who?" A creek was heard from behind Faulkner. Immediately they both looked behind themselves. "Looking for something, gentlemen?" said the voice of a man from behind them. The man leaned his body against the doorpost. He was dressed in black breeches, a red overcoat and wore a Templar ring on his ring finger. Connor thought, "This must be the Templar explorer. Lockhart." Connor slowly stood up and Faulkner stood next to him. The Templar said, "You must be the infamous Assassin of the Colonies and Atlantic Coast. What was it again? Kenway? Connor Kenway, right. The son of the Grandmaster Templar Haytham Kenway and grandson of the notorious pirate Captain Edward Kenway. Yes, it all comes full circle." Lockhart stood straight now. He took a few steps forward. His eyes were green and he looked as if he'd hadn't shaved in a couple days. He smiled and said, "Interesting enough, I know that you killed the witches. That too, is impressive."
              Angrily, Connor snapped, "Why would that concern you of all people. You Templars care about nothing but wealth and power! What you seek is not yours to have!" Lockhart shook his head. "Oh quite the contrary, my friend," he moved toward the side of the room. He continued, "I believe that this Ghost killer of yours is quite a hard target for the Assassins and Templars to kill. The Sea Captain left his treasure in this house and I am hear to find it, and take it back to my Templar base. Now if you don't leave, I'm afraid that you and your companion here will have to die."

Connor gritted his teeth. Faulkner unleashed his sword and sneered, "Bring it then, you pompous muck!" Lockhart's expression became dark and cold. "Are you serious about your decision?" asked Lockhart. Connor just brandished his tomahawk in the air. Lockhart's face twisted into a demonic scowl and he drew his sword. They circled each other in the room. Connor ignited his hidden blade in his left hand. Connor tried to strike with his hidden blade hand only to be parried by his opponents own hidden blade. "So", thought Connor, "He too has a hidden blade." Faulkner struck low for Lockhart's knees, but the Templar blocked the blow with his sword on his right. Lockhart threw Connor into the wall beside them. Then, pushing Faulkner down, he went out the door. Connor jumped up and growled. Faulkner got up as well. They both ran after him.
Lockhart was on a stairwell when they found him. Faulkner shot out of his pistol while Connor jumped onto the side of the railing and hopped ahead not too far from Lockhart. The Templar turned around, took out his pistol and shot at the Assassin. Connor didn't get hit reluctantly, and climbed over the railing onto the stairs. Lockhart backed up and shot at Connor nearly hitting him. Connor shot back at the Templar and Faulkner shot back as well. Finally, Lockhart shot Connor in the arm, causing Connor to bleed. Connor, too, shot Lockhart in the side. They got close enough and Lockhart smashed his fist into Connor's face. The Assassin fell back as Lockhart ran. Mr. Faulkner picked Connor back up. "Keep going!" ordered the angry Assassin.
Lockhart raced outside, with Connor and Faulkner following behind. He shot back at them with poor aim because of the pain in his side. Connor grunted as he ran. He sheathed his tomahawk and drew his sword. Lockhart slowed down, and turned to meet his opponents. Connor and Faulkner caught up with him.
"So now what, Kenway? Do you find any good out of killing me? Do you think that you will benefit from my death if you so succeed?" asked Lockhart, with one hand over his wound. Connor snarled, "We'll see." Then the angry Assassin made his way towards Lockhart. The Templar drew his pistol and shot. Connor ducked down, but the shot wasn't at him. Faulkner yelled in pain. His leg bled from the shin. He stumbled and fell. Connor ran over to Faulkner who was holding his shin in pain. "No, no," gasped the old sailor. "Kill him. Go, go." With that Connor turned back to Lockhart who was laughing hysterically at the scene. Connor on the other hand furiously went over to the Templar, grabbed him, and put him on the ground.
"This is for Faulkner," growled Kenway who punched Lockhart in the face. "This is for the Templars," he punched him again, harder. "And this is for you," said the angry Assassin who began punching Lockhart faster and faster. As he was beating Lockhart to a pulp, he remembered how his father had done the same once. Then, once Connor was finished, he got up off of Lockhart. The Templar's face was bloody, but he got on his feet nonetheless. He spat and swung his sword at Connor, but the Assassin parried with his sword, and slashed at Lockhart twice, causing the Templar to fall back a little. Seeing his fatigue, Connor took that moment, and with his hidden blade, stabbed Lockhart in the chest. Connor eased the Templar down on the leaf covered ground.
"Shame," coughed the defeated Templar, "I'd thought I would actually get to bring glory to our Order by finding the 'Ghost Secrets'. No matter now. You've seen to that."
Connor said, "You were sent here by your associates back at your base to discover the ghost's treasure. Why?" Lockhart coughed and replied, "To become rich and settle his debt. The ghost has wandered this coast for years and no one has stopped him. Now it seems that no one will." With that, Lockhart breathed his last, and died in Connor's arms. "Be at peace," said the Assassin, closing his eyes. Then, Connor went to help up Faulkner and they headed back to the ship with the treasure.