The Assassin's Spy (Shay Cormac X Reader)

Chapter 1

So this story will be written in the 2nd person (You, your). So YOU are in the story. Hope you enjoy :)

Reminders:
(F/N)= First Name
(L/N)= Last Name
(E/C)= Eye Color
(H/C)= Hair Color
(H/L)= Hair Length
(F/C)= Favorite color

March 15, 1756

You walk through the snow covered forest ground. The ice-covered trees were dripping water from the ice melting. The air around you felt warmer than it has been in a while. Winter was finally coming to an end.

It wont be long before the thick blanket of snow melts and the buds start growing on the trees. Sweet Spring is almost here.

You climb up the leafless tree and look at the magnificent view of New York. Your (E/C) orbs stare at the buildings and all of the shops and houses that covered the city. The city where you grew up in since you were a wee little lass.

As you look at New York from a distance, you couldn't help but think of the memories you had with your family there. From all of the happy memories to the sad one's. The happy ones were when you were making pies with your mother and your father would sing some irish folk songs. He had an amazing voice.

Your father and mother immigrated to the Colonies from Ireland. Not long after they had you. But sadly they both died of the fever about three years ago. You were devastated.

When you couldn't find a job, you were thrown out of the only home you ever knew, by Britsh solders.

You live on the streets. You became a very good pick pocket over some time. You've come to know the streets and the alleyways like the back of your hand. Of course living on the streets were very dangerous for someone like you, a woman. There was the constant threat of drunken men with 'needs'. Not to mention the gangs that scattered the streets of New York.

But thankfully your father taught you how to fight. He was always afraid that his little girl would find herself in a dangerous situation one day.

You get down from the tree and you walk back towrds the city you call home. Once you re entered the city you checked your coin purse and noticed that there was only two shillings left in it.

"Damn," you mutter to yourself. You look around and noticed a man wearing a pocket watch. You could get three or four shillings for that.

You made a crooked grin but whiped it off once you started walking up to the man. He looked to be about in his early to mid 30's. He was wearing a green jacket with light brown britches, brown boots and a white tunic. His hair was blonde and his eyes were dull and grey. He was starting to get a beard under his chin.

Once you got close enough to the man you 'accidentally' dump into him. You swiftly grabed his pocket watch without him noticing. He glares at you.

"Oi! Watch where you are going, lass!" he tells you rather harshly. But you smile innocently.

"I'm very sorry, Sir, I get distracted," You say to him with your Irish drawl. He sighs and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again," he tells you. You laugh slightly and give him another innocent smile.

"Well then, I now leave you in the grace and favor of the Lord," you say with your accent rolling over your words. You then skip away and you pull out the pocket watch you stole once you were far enough away and snicker.

You start to walk off but then you see the man you stole from frantically looking in his pockets for his watch. He makes eye contact with you and points at you.

"Guards! Over there! Stop that thief!" he yells to about four guards that were near. The guards look at the man and then to you.

"Shit," you mumble and you turn around and make a run for it.

"Stop!" you hear a British soldier yell at you. But of course you didn't listen, you kept on running like your life depended on it.

The black boots that you wore made loud clinking noises as you ran. The faded (F/C) dress that you wore rose and fell as you ran.

As you ran, you started to hear gun shots firing at you. You panic more and more, "Jesus, all of this for a pocket watch?!" you huff out. You push past crowds of people and up against a building you find a ladde you could climb up.

You climb the ladder and you run across the roof top but the soldiers follow you on the roof tops.

You jump off the building into an alleyway. You run through the alleyway.

The shadows from the narrow path you are going made it darker than it really was. As you run you can to an abrupt stop when there were more soldiers blocking your way. They were pointing their muskets at you.

Shit! Do these people have nothing better to do or something! You think to yourself. You look over to your right and left frantically trying to find yourself a escape route. But there was none. You knew you were caught so you took out the pocket watch.

"L-Look, I don't want any trouble," you tell them, "Just take the watch and we can go our separate ways," one of the soldiers laugh.

"You think we are just going to let you go that easily?" he laughs out, "Oh, no, thieves like you end up in the gallows," You back up against the wall in fear. The soldier walks up to you and caresses your cheek. You flinch at the contact, "Pitty, a shame to have to kill a pretty faced woman, like yourself," he heavey British accent mumbles to you. A tear or two slides down your cheeks. But then you ram your knee in his stomach.

The soldier groans in pain and you pull out a knife from your boot. The soldier on the ground grits his teeth, "Kill her," he husks out.

Then you hear a gun shot abd you see a soldier fall limp on the ground. The rest look around frantically then two hooded figures jump down from the roof tops.

One of them had a figure of a woman. She wore purple and pink attire. The other that had a figure of a man, he wore a brown coat with a white hood.

They faught and killed the red coats with ease. Like they were nothing. You sat in a corner in shock. The aftermath left the cobblestone ground covered in blood.

Both of the hooded figures help you off the ground. They both smile at you and they take off their hoods.

The man had very short red hair with blue eyes. The woman had long brown hair with brown eyes.

"Are you alright," the woman asks you. You nodded in response.

"Aye," You say, "thank you for saving me,"

"There's no need for thanking, lass," the man had an Irish accent. You smile at them.

"What are your names?" you ask them.

"I'm Hope Jenson," the woman introduces herself. She then gestures to the man next to her, "And this is Liam O'Brien," you smile more.

"Are you two the Assassins I've been hearing about from the other thieves?" you ask. You knew about the Assassins for awhile now. The other thieves told you stories about them. Hope and Liam look at eachother, "I want to join," you always hear about their greatness and their cause of freedom. You wanted that freedom from the British.

"How old are you?" Liam asks you.

"20," you answer him, "I hate the British just as much as you two. I want to learn how to fight, I want to help your cause,"

"Are you sure about what you are saying?" Liam asks you. You nod your head, "Lets take her back to Achilles," Liam tells Hope. She nods her head.

This could be where your new life begins.