The Assassin's Spy (Shay Cormac X Reader)

Chapter 9

You and Shay walk through the streets of New York. Shay followed behind you as led him through New York to the entrance to the network of tunnels below the city.

You could feel Shay's eyes constantly  starring at you as you were leading through the city. It was as if he was studying you. But then he quickly walked next to you. He looked down at you and you glanced at him.

"If its not too personal to ask, but do you have any family?" Shay asks you. You look up at him, "I mean they must worry about you," you look away from him. You take in a deep breath.

"No, my parents died about five years ago from the fever," you tell him. Shay gave you sympathetic expression on his face. You hated when people would do that. Feeling sorry for you that is, "Don't give me that look!"

"What look?!" Shay asks. You roll your (E/C) orbs and you stopped walking and you looked up at his face. You gave him a intimidating glare.

"The look of sympathy!" you tell him, "I don't need it and I don't want it," Shay puts his hands up in surrender.

"Okay," he says. You continued to walk and he was right by your side, "Do you have any other family?" you chuckle slightly.

"Wow, you're a very nosy person," you point out. Shay chuckles.

"Well, do you?" Shay asks again. You smile slightly.

"Um, if I do, they're in Ireland," you say, "Never met my grandparents, aunts, uncles, or my cousins," you scoff, "Hell I don't even know if I have any. My parents never talked about them,"

"So your family was from Ireland?" Shay asks. You nod your head.

"Aye, they immigranted to New York from Dublin. And I was born in New York," you tell him, "After they died, since I couldn't find work, I was thrown out of my childhood home,"

"And that is why you resorted to thievery?" Shay asks you. You shook your head.

"No, but after I was thrown out, I was living on the streets. I slept under a bridge and for about three to four weeks I was trying to fend for myself. But I was starving, cold and scared. I was close. I almost resorted to other means for money," some tears roll down my face, "But then Fergus founded me close to death in under a bridge on a bitter cold night. He took me to the undergrond tunnels where the thieves live. He took me under his wing. He saved my life," I smile "So what's your story?" Shay looked surprised that you asked him.

"Uh, well, my parents also came from Dublin, Ireland" Shay tells you, "Not too long later I was born but my mother died of complications during childbirth," I look at him. He never knew his mother. How sad, "My father was offten absent from home due to his employment at the merchant marine, leaving me to be raised by my aunt," Shay looked at you. You smiled at him, "I lived in a very rough part of New York and I constantly would find myself in trouble. But my close friend, Liam O'Brien, would protect me,"

He was friends with Liam? "But then once I was old enough I joined my father on his trips. He trained me in marksmanship, swordsmanship and sailing,"

"You sail?" you ask him. Of course you already knew that but I just thought you would ask. Shay smirks.

"Aye, I captain my own ship, her name's the Morrigan," Shay tells you, "Perhaps I could show you her one day?" you smirk.

"Perhaps you should," you say. Shay smirks and continues his story.

"Well, um, in 1747, durning one of my father's trips a server storm took the lives of my father and several crew members," Shay takes in a deep breath and he makes a week smile for you, "W-We should get to that hideout," you nod your head and lead him the rest of the way.