Chased

Where? (Old)

Connor paced around the room, holding Victoria's assassin robes in his hands. She left them at the manor when she left for Boston, being no apparent need to have them.

He held the black and red robes close to his chest.

"Connor? Are you in here?" Achilles walked in the room, stopping when he saw the robes in his hands. "Oh, Connor." Achilles took a step forward to grab Connor's arm. "She's been gone for three days."

Achilles frowned, "Victoria is a strong woman. She will come back. She always does." Connor's soft brown eyes met Achilles', "How many times does this usually happen?" "Not often. Once every few months. Most times she just fell and had to heal. Once, she was kidnapped."

Connor's eyes widened. Achilles waved the thought away, "We are getting in over our heads, here. Victoria probably just sprained and ankle. She will be back in a couple of days."

Connor looked down at her robes then nodded.

"Okay..."

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My head pounded. My body swayed. Grunting could be heard in the back, although muffled. Footsteps. Voices. All muffled.

Where am I?

I opened my eyes. The dim light wasn't hard to adjust to. I swung my head to the left, then to the right. Examining what I could. (The loose boards, light angle, dirt.)

I was in a shack, tied to a chair. It was morning. People have been here recently.

I frowned at the blazing pain in my head. It stung worse than the time I hit myself with a frying pan. (Long story. No time now.) I took a breath in, smelling the stale air.

My attention snapped to the door, which whined as it was being opened. I watched as the shack lit up from the light outside, and all I could see was the outline of the person whom opened the door. I squinted my eyes.

"She's awake, sir."

That was Lee. She remembered his voice. How could she forget? He took her life away from her.

Lee stepped out of the way for another figure to come into the room. This figure was bigger than Lee. His shoulders were broader. His stance royal-

Haytham.

I sat up straight in the chair I was sitting in out of reflex. "Victoria." He said lowly, as if to avoid anybody hearing our conversation. I cringed slightly under the tone of his voice.

Haytham took a few steps forward, staring down at me with a gaze surprisingly gentle. I dipped my head so I didn't have to meet it. "Victoria?" He said again, this time louder. I believe that he wished for me to speak. But I kept quiet.

Haytham crouched down slowly so he could meet my eye level. His hand, surprisingly warm, cupped around my chin and moved my head so our eyes could meet. I winced at the slight pressure on my head, which made the pain in it throb. He didn't notice or, if he did, he didn't move his hand.

The door behind him closed, dimming the shack, and Lee stood in front of it, glaring at me. "Victoria." Haytham repeated. I frowned at this, without responding. He sighed, then let go of my chin. Haytham stood, turning towards Lee, "Would you depart, Charles?" Haytham asked.