Chased

Searching For Her (Old)

A hand, small but firm, shoved him out of the way. Her black and red coat gave it away before he even saw her face. He wanted to reach out, grab her attention, get her to notice him. But she was doing something. Who would he be to interrupt a woman's chores?

"You can't hide from me all day, you know!" She muttered, loud enough for him to hear it. He decided to follow her as she pushed her way through the crowds of people that she had caught herself in. He frowned. What was she doing?

Suddenly, a hand snatched her hood and slammed her down on to the pavement. She released a muffled 'oomph'. He stepped forward, preparing to draw his blade. But as soon as he made his way to do that, the man shot up and pushed his way through the crowd. "Get back here, you git!" She yelled.

The assassin scrambled to her feet and chased after the man who had knocked her down to the ground. He soon followed, but he didn't run. He didn't want to blow his cover. These people were just continuing on with their lives like nothing was happening.

The assassin chased the man to a wall, where he observed them climbing said wall. The assassin was determined to get to him. She found grips and windowsills easier than the other man, the one who tried to kill her. She quickly caught up to the man, grabbing on to his coat to stop him mid-climb.

The man looked down, aiming a pistol at her. She didn't hesitate as to jumping up and yanking the pistol from his hand. A slight miscalculated step caused them to fall off the building into the clearing. He rushed towards them, perhaps too eagerly. He pushed pass the crowd of people blocking his view of the scene. A few people had stopped to look, but soon went along with their business.

He stepped into the clearing to see the assassin digging through the dead man's pockets. She was frantically searching the pockets, for there were many of them. But she seemed to be in a rush. She muttered little nothings into the air, most of them swears and curses. She was pissed on a major level, he concluded.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

They heard a gunshot ring out in the distance. The assassin looked up, worry splashed on to her face.

"Damn, damn, damn."

Soon she begun swearing in a different language. He couldn't understand what it was, because he only spoke English, but he could tell they were swears.

Finally, she yanked out an envelope from one of the inside pockets. She smiled out of relief, then stuffed the envelope into her coat. She stood, turning around to head in the direction of the man tailing her. She froze when she saw him. The Templar stood much taller than her, a head at most, but it was intimidating to say the least.

"H-Haytham..."

She stuttered. Said Templar stepped forward, "Victoria." "What are you doing here? Why did you follow me?" "I came to gather goods for myself, but I happened to be pushed aside by you." She blinked, muttering a load of native swears, "I don't want-!"