The Assassin's Spy (Shay Cormac X Reader)

Chapter 7

Two days later
New York City
July 26, 1758

New York City; the place you were born, the place you were raised, the place you lost your family, and the place where you met Liam and Hope. Also the place where you would see Shay again and you would see an old friend.

Fergus was his name. He was a Scottish man you met a few weeks after you were thrown on the streets. He taught you everything that you know about surviving on the streets. He taught you how to be a thief. He was about ten years older than you were and he was like an older brother to you.

Aa you walk through the streets of New York you notice several WANTED posters of Fergus hug around the city.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Fergus?" you mumble to yourself. Fergus was a master theif. Better than you in fact. What happened to make him careless and sloppy. It's not like him at all to be caught in the act. Not like him at all.

Fergus always looked out for you. Even when you were always a pain in his arse. You were hoping that he was alright.

You decide to take down some of his WANTED posters. In hope that people wouldn't recognize Fergus. After all, he did do the same for you in the past.

You decide to see Shay first. Since you were already near Fort Arsenal. Besides, Fergus was more than capable of taking care of himself. All he needed to do was lay low for a little bit.

You walk around the busy streets of New York. As you walked you started to hear yoir stomach growl. You look around and you see a fruit stand. There apples and cherries.

You then noticed a young lad, no older than six, trying to reach for an apple. The lad had messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose were freckles. He looked rather thin.

Was he an orphan like me? You thought. You knew what it was like to be hungry. It wan't a very pleasing feeling. You pittied him.

You looked into your coin purse and saw you had more than enough to pay for two apples. You smiled at the little boy.

"Here, let me," you say to the little boy who was trying desperately to reach for an apple. You grab a shiny red apple for him and you hand it to him, "Here you go," you say kindly. He makes a big smile showing his slightly crooked teeth.

"Thank you kindly, Miss," he tells you. He had a slight British accent. He then runs off with the apple in hand. You smile slightly.

"I hope you can pay for that, Miss," the owner of the stand says to you. He was an older man. Maybe in his late 30's. He wore a white tunic with a brown vest. His britches were brown as well as his boots.

"Yes, I can pay for it," you say with some bitterness in your voice. Anyone could clearly tell that that child was starving and that man was too worried about making a profit to help someone in need.

Your mother once told you to always help anyone that was in need. Whether it be your best friend, your anyone or a complete stranger. She always was helping people. She was a very kind-hearted woman. Father would constantly tell her not to help everone. Why? Because it could have eventually been her undoing.

But that wasn't what killed her. The fever. Killed them both. She was the first to go. Father went two days after. They were both buried on the same day.

Well, you hand the man the coin and you took an apple for yourself. You took a bite out of it while walking away. But then you feel a tug on the helm of your (F/C) shirt.

You look down to see the same little boy from earlier. He held a flower before you.

"For you, Miss," he said. His voice wad small. You smiled and you took the flower from his small hand.

"Why....thank you," you say. The little boy blushed a light pink, "You're a right gentleman," the little boy giggled and ran away. That boy was possibility the sweetest child you ever seen.

You smelled the flower and it gave off a very pretty smell. The flower was a peach color and a rose in fact. You remembered your mother growing roses in her garden.

She once told you of the different meanings that the colors of the roses repersent.

Red: Love, Beauty, Courage and Respect.
Deep Burgundy: Unconscious Beauty
White: Purity, Innocence, Silence, Secrecy, Reverence, Humility, Youthfulness
Pink: Appreciation, Grace, Perfect Happiness, Admiration, Gentleness
Yellow: Joy, Gladness, Friendship, Delight, Jealousy.
Orange: Desire, Enthusiasm
Peach: Appreciation, deal, Sincerity, Gratitude
Lavender: Love at first sight, Enchantment
Orange: Enthusiasm, Desire, Fascination

The little boy was saying again saying 'thank you' but this time with a rose. What a sweet boy. You thought. You put the rose in your bag. Knowing it would be safe in there.

You then turned another corner and the fort came into view. You knew the fort to be a gang stronghold when you were living on the streets. But now it seems to be the home of Shay.

The base itself was very beautiful. Very well kept. The was a stone wall that surounded the home with a arch that was the entrace. There were several trees that were scattered around the property. The grayish-reddish brick pavement surounded the large home. It was hard to believe that only one man lived there. From the looks of the house it could easily house a family of five.

In the distance you could see the docks and the ship that Shay apparently captains, the Morrigan. From what you could see, she was a truly beautiful ship.

You then slowly walk up to the house. Your browm boots make clicking sounds against the brick pavement. You wanted to look at the beautiful landscaping. In the middle of the yeard, there was a running fountion. The sound of the running water fill your ears.

You came up to the wooden red door. You knocked on it but it opened slightly. It make a soft squeaking noise. You looked around you, making sure that there were no redcoats patrolling near you. You opened the door the rest of the way and you walked inside.

The interior of the house was nice. The walls were red. The brown wooden looked a little old. There was a chandelier on the ceiling. The room was lite with candles and the natural light from the morning sun. There were two templar Templar flags hanging down the ceiling.

There was a large brown desk with two plush chairs. One was on one side the other on the other side. There was a bookself up against the red wall. There was small table up against the upper left corner of the room. It had a chest and several books on it. There were two more plush chairs in the room.

You close the door behind you. You let your fingers run across a plush chair. But the house sounded quiet. Like there wasn't anybody hom... You then feel someone hold their hand to your mouth and they point a blade at your back.

"Who are you you?! And what are you doing here?!"