Assassins creed fan fiction: A trip in time

Do i have to?!

Hey guy's hope yall are having a wonderfull day. Today has been going rather slow, so without further a do i present to you another edited chapter. Enjoy. I do not own Assassins creed characters but my own.

The sun was setting, time was running out for Laurel to figure out how to get back home. Home, she thought, she was getting sick to her stomach. She replayed the moment back in her friends house playing the Xbox, the last thing that they ever did before waking up in Boston. A place set back in time, a trip that cant be explained. Laurel assumed she was on drugs, but she has never done it before. She thought she was still asleep, but everything felt real. Especially when her friends walked beside her. Confused as she was to be in such a strange place. Without them, Laurel would have been in pieces, torn that she would be alone. But they were here, lonely, and confused as she was. She was fine with that, as long as they were together. 

Laurel, Arlene and John crossed the street. Arlene stopped briefly, clutching her stomach in agony. As her stomach growled, John shortly raised an eyebrow. John and Laurel turned around to see Arlene. She half smiled, clutching her stomach from the hunger she felt. Moreover, Laurel's stomach agreed with hers, the sense of hunger striking her. No Burger King or Subway to got to now! Laurel looked around the shops to see people selling food not far off.

"Hey, there's a market over there." Laurel said, pointing to some set up tents and crates.

"Ugh thank gosh!! I'm so hungry." Arlene whined "Wait, how are we going to buy it?"

"Don't worry, I got a plan" John said with a smirk .

"John what are you-" Laurel questioned.

"Just follow me, come on" John interrupted as he walked towards the small market. Laurel shook her  head as Arlene eagerly followed.

Dusk has fallen rapidly than they'd imagine. Men and women hoisted their products in boxes. Packing up the left over's that have not been sold. Laurel followed close behind as her friends jogged in front. People were too busy with their business to worry about three kids running in the streets.

Upon reaching distance with her friends, Laurel scolded at John. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Laurel asked.

"It's me your talking to, when have I not taken food with out paying for it?" John said, looking like someone who has done this before.

They hid behind crates stacked up on one another. John looking over their first victim. Laurel sighed before eyeing the person. An elderly man had bushels of apples laying around boxes. He was about ready to take off, undoing the small tent he had. Laurel eyed Arlene's reaction to stealing from an elderly man. There was nothing she could distinguish from her as being guilty. Only hunger, Arlene would retrieve food the easy way or the hard way. It was unbelievable to Laurel's eyes.

"Okay i'll go first" John whispered " After all, I am a skilled robber"

"Of coarse you are" Laurel muttered, chewing on the inside of her lip, "Don't you think there's another way to get food?"

John scrunched his eyebrows together, "Do you see anyone else with food still out? Were hungry, their just apples."

"Apples from an old man, it's not fair." Laurel argued. Arlene stood between them, looking at one and the other, taking on Laurels perspective. She was hungry for whatever she can get her hands on. She didn't want to take sides, but being silent leaned her towards John's plan.

"Look around you, who would stop to help teens like us? Much less the way your dressed, looking like a a girl looking for some quick cash." John mentioned, as Laurel looked down at her outfit, "Me as a poor thief, and Arline like an entertainer."

He did make good points, all to which Laurel couldn't argue with. Glaring at John, Laurel stayed silent. John went back to his plan.

 He waited a moment until the old man wasn't looking and ran off, snatched an apple from the crate and hid behind the other crates stacked up from the other side. John showed off his prize with a smile plastered on his face. How could he not feel any sympathy and guilt, Laurel thought.

"Go on Arlene, I'll be after you" Laurel mumbled, not feeling the thieving ambition to steal.

 At the right time Arlene successfully snatched an apple, her satisfaction showed on her face. Again the old man was too busy with something in hand. Laurel sighed as the same faulty feeling lingered her her chest. Its simple, jog to the crates, get an apple, don't get caught and run away. Its harmless anyway, the man has more apples to sell. Now her infamous side rubbed in, John and Arlene motioned her to take off at the right time. As she did, jogging towards the crates, Laurel was close enough to snatch an apple. Before she could make a run for it a crate made a creak. The old man turned as Laurel placed her hands behind her back. The old man took it as a moment to make selling offers rather than yelling thief.

" I'm sorry sir, but i have nothing at the time" Laurel shrugged, grasping the apple tightly.

"Bahh! Mostly anyone in this town ain't got no money on them. I blame the darn British parliament fer that!" The old man spat.

"They are rather relentless" Laurel said, edging her way over to John and Arlene.

"Taxing us and knowing that we ain't got representatives, the bloody scoundrels the lot o' them" The old man continued. This time she stopped herself. Taxing?

"The tea act?" Laurel asked.

"Aye! That Stamp Act, the taxes cuz of that blasted British tea! Haven't we had enough taxes already!?" 

Laurel gaped in her astonishment, more or less everything began to piece itself. She almost dropped her apple in realization. It made sense that they were back in time in Boston. Witnessing the Boston tea party. The revolution not far off!

"Yes, I agree" She said "these taxes must be  stopped." 

" It should, see to it that the taxes will crumble in American hands"

"Indeed it will" Laurel replied. Before the old man can say anything further, John appeared from his hiding spot. He grabbed hold of her by the waist after he stealthy hid her apple on one of his pocket's.

"There you are darling, we really should get going now" John said moving Laurel away from the old man. She gracefully smiled at the man before leaving. John walking her to where Arlene hid, nibbling on her apple. He soon let go of her waist as they hid. Tossing the apple back to Laurel.

 "Did you have a nice chit-chat?" John asked, " Were over here, almost done with our apples while your having a good 'ol conversation."

" At least it was an informative conversation" Laurel smirked, taking a whole bite out of the apple.

The era of the American revolution fresh in her mind. A twinkle in her eyes made John question what the old man and Laurel talked about. For now they took their time to eat what was gained. The moonlight high in the skies.