Assassins creed fan fiction: A trip in time

Trouble!

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The streets of Boston were half empty. The only ones out were stray animals a few men and the three friends. Laurel looked up at the sky as she sat on top of a barrel. The apple she ate tossed on the ground beside her. It wasn't enough to please her appetite, but she dealt with it. It bothered her to think about later on, how will they struggle to get food with out stealing? She looked up at the sky, thinking about all of this as the stars twinkled, the moon full. It was like if the stars and the moon were in a safe place, a place were they belonged. She didn't belong here in Boston, none of her friends do. The more she thought of it the more she wanted to be home.

Arlene, on the other hand, nibbled on her apple. Child like and pure as she is, wondered around shops, peering inside of them. John sat beside Laurel, taking small bites as he was lost in his thoughts. Being in a place back in time irritated him. It irritated him that he doesn't know how or why this happened. Laurel wanted to tell him how it will be fine and that they'll find a way. But it was unlikely, she didn't understand this either.

"When I was talking with the old man he said something that was mind blowing" Laurel said, trying to bring John back to the surface. He took one more bite before looking at her. Nodding his head as he was eager to know but not fully showing it.

"Well, we are back in time, but the mind blown thing is is that were in the era of the American Revolution." Laurel explained, " Were here in Boston, the Town that held the Boston tea party. The old man told me about the British taxing the tea. Its only a matter of time before they dump it in the harbor and to witness the Revolution.

John looked at her in awe, as it soon got replaced with doubts. She never saw John in a mood so foul, it troubled her. Ever since knowing where they were it made him more protective of Arlene and of Laurel. John looked over at Arlene, amazed at the "Vintage" looking antiques inside a shop.

"This is getting more fucked up by the second" John muttered. 

"Does Arlene know?" Laurel asked in a hushed tone.

"No, she thinks that we took her to a festival out of town" he said, his eyes fixed on Arlene still.

"You know, when we first got here I thought we were kidnapped. I was worried that who ever took us will be back and hurt us." Laurel said after a while.

"Here I was thinking that Arlene had taken us to a trip to New York like last time." John said

It took a while for Laurel to cough up what was going in her mind. Hesitantly she took her time in mustering her courage to ask. Seeing as to John being protective of her, she wondered if it took a toll in Arlene's knowledge of the place.

"It's best to tell her what's going on. What if something comes up and we-" His attention traveled to her, his navy blue eyes stern.

"It's better this way, for her not knowing just yet". Very protective.

Laurel spoke nothing of it, her silence accepting his remark. John sighed looking down at his hands.

"I just want the best for Arlene, she's like a sister to me" he said.

"As she is to me," She said grasping his shoulder, "were in this together remember? We look out for each other."

He looked up, the wryness left his face only a little which eased her nerves.

"Yeah, that we do" John said, messing with her hair, " Remember when you beat up those guys because they dumped ice cream on her head?"

She giggled moving his hand away. She was glad to have him back from the clouds. Even if it still fogged up his vision she wanted it erased. She didn't want him to feel that he needed to look out for them. That, Laurel can manage, it was Arlene that concerned him. 

In that moment, the pair sat in silenced when they heard a piercing scream. Alarmed they sat up, looking at one another in shock of who it was. John took out his pistol to defend themselves with. Laurel thought of another way to solve this without John using his gun. This was getting way out of hand when they noticed Arlene running from around the corner. They didn't keep an eye on her for a split second. Puzzled to see Arlene running after them with a look of fear. Arline held her dagger in one hand, stained with blood as were the bottom of her skirt's. As Arline stopped with a jolt, hyperventilating as she stared at her hands.

"What happened?" Laurel asked, John searched for her for any signs of injuries. Arlene shoved him away. Looking at him with guilt as John took the dagger away from her grasp. Tears threatened to escape as she covered her face.

"Arlene what's going on?" John asked.

"They're coming." Arlene breathed.

"Who's coming? What happened to you?" Laurel asked.

 Not a moment to soon, Arlene took both John and Laurel by the sleeves. Taking them farther from the corner of the building. whatever she was running away from wasn't good. Laurel didn't know what to make of this. The fact that Arlene got into trouble in less than a minute or the trouble is searching for them now. 

"I...didn't know what to do. I didn't... I didn't know what to do." Arlene spoke, trembling by what she went through moments before.

Laurel can think of the worst with the dagger dripping blood. She stepped back following along in Arlene's footsteps. John couldn't decide what Arlene has brought upon them. Aware that the yells were getting close he took them farther back.

Men broke out in rage, running around the corner. They looked like fishermen, harpoons and cutlasses raised to attack. When they saw Arlene they ran at them, yelling Bloody murderer as they took a run for it. The growls of the men were heard in back of them as they ran in an odd direction.

"What the hell did you do...that could possibly....ANGER...these men!" John said whilst running. Laurel  yelped as a dagger flied past just centimeters from her  face.

"I...I...I" Arlene gasped, "I did...something terrible".

Laurel and John glanced at each other, this was unlike Arlene. Something must have driven her to react to defend herself. Now it was them that had to take the fault. Laurel studied her surroundings, looking for a loop hole to hide in or a short cut that would give them the advantage of the night.

"This way!" John barked as they ran for their lives. Anything that they could do can lead to trouble. This was what John was afraid of in the first place.