Assassins creed fan fiction: A trip in time

Something is different about you

"You think that time stopped in the real world?" John asked.

"OOh, I like that, like if time freezes just because three idiots got trapped in a game." Arlene mocked. 

"Are we really going to start this conversation again?" Laurel whined.

This is what happens when a trio have not had their well-needed rest. They have been practicing nonstop for the last couple of hours. The heat of the sun danced around their skin like oil in a frying pan. A few more hours like this and Laurel would not know what to do with herself.

So far Peter had been rummaging around his small bag that he had brought with him for a bit of a lunch break. Clearly, he understood that if he didn't bring anything along with him they would starve themselves because they forgot.  He had taken off his coat, showing a bit more skin than what the girls could handle.

"Stop staring, stop it!" Laurel hissed, kicking Arlene in the shin.

"Ow! Tell him to button up his shirt then!" Arlene hissed back, crossing her arms as John rolled his eyes.

"I have more muscle that he wishes he had." He boasted.

Peter walked towards the group. Towering over them as they sat leaning back on their palms. He could tell that he tried them out. Assuming that their training consisted more on their knowledge than their skill he thought it best if Achilles were to train them next time.

"Alright, seeing as the day has just begun we are going to try this again." He instructed as the trio groaned in agony, "Or not."

"We want- no, we need to see Connor." John stood up, stretching his tendons with a sigh of relief.

"It's really important we speak to him." Arlene piped up, " I mean we did prove ourselves to be worthy enough to the creed."

"You got distracted when I said snake how worthy must that be to the creed?" Peter stated blankly as Laurel scoffed.

"Touche." Arlene crossed her arms in disappointment.

"Ok look, we aren't happy to be here just as you. So why don't we pay Connor a visit in Boston? If we leave now we'll arrive there before dark." Laurel planned.

"Why do you three want to be there so badly?" Peter asked.

"Why are you so intent on keeping us here like caged animals?" Laurel argued back.

"I think they're having a moment." John whispered loudly in Arlene's direction.

Peter huffed, placing both hands beside his waist as he thought over what to do. He didn't want the three to go back to Boston for fear that Charles Lee might find them and start an unwanted battle of wanting them back. He also did not trust that they have ever been to a place like Boston before. To him, they were one move away from hurting themselves and others.

Laurel, however, he knew that she can keep herself afloat. There was something about her that made his skin feel warm. Looking at her now, her face was a mask of someone not about to surrender to the argument. Her light brown eyes glimmered with the possibility that he will let her have her way.

"We'll go," Peter said, "if you can beat me in a sword fight."

Laurel could feel her fingers going cold as soon as the words escaped his lips. She turned around to see John making a gesture of slitting his throat while Arlene winced with concern.

"Looks like we're not going to Boston today." John murmured.

"Ok, let's do it." Laurel agreed, her heart beating rapidly with each step she took towards Peter that she could practically start a band of her own. All she needed was a guitarist and a singer.

Reaching out for the sword she made an attempt to look sure of herself.  Like if she was confident enough to beat someone who had the experience that she did not obtain over night. If she didn't beat him then she will not hear the end of it from John. She kept that in mind, using that as a goal to be of use to her.

John and Arlene remained sitting by the sidelines as the pair circled each other like a pack of wolves about to strike at any moment. Laurel was sweating enough to cause a  flood. If only that were to postpone the challenge, Laurel thought.

Peter was the first to strike, causing Laurel to lose track of her footing as she fell on one knee. Gasping she dodged another swing from Peter's sword as she reversed herself to the left. She picked herself up in time to block his sword against hers as he shoved her backwards. 

"OOh, that oughta hurt." John raised his eyebrows in surprise that Laurel managed to handle that.

"Kick his ass!" Arlene cheered.

Laurel managed to nick Peter on the side of his gut to which he started, covering the small wound to a few seconds later be healed to Laurels astonishment.

"What the-" Peter sliced Laurel on the cheek to which she noticed a trickle of blood fall to the dirt floor.

With a huff, Laurel was able to dodge a few more of Peter's blows even with her arms beginning to feel weak. Still, she pressed on for the moment that she could be able to get him by surprise. There was a moment when he would pause and repeat his steps ever so often. She couldn't help but feel like she was being underestimated by Peter for being shallow with his moves and for being too obvious.

Using that to her advantage she was able to duck and slice through his upper thigh, using her body strength to shove him on the ground as she leaped on top of him, pressing the sword to his throat.

"I win." Laurel panted, the drip of blood from her cheek rolled down her chin as she wiped it off.

Peter breathed heavily as he looked at Laurel in awe. He knew that she would catch on to his tactics but never so suddenly. She was able to beat him in a sword fight which means that she is more than capable to take on any fight. It only took him a few days to let it sink. Or for him to agree with himself. He wondered how someone that makes him feel warm be so chaotic and calm like the sea.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of any thoughts occuring in his head as he lightly moved Laurel to the side.  He could feel the wound on his thigh healing, looking up to meet her gaze he knew that Laurel noticed too. There were words unspoken against each other that would be brought out sooner than he thought.

"SOOO are we leaving or what?" John clapped his hands together as Arlene and himself stood up to leave.

"Shall we?" Peter raised his arm up to their direction as he looked at Laurel with his poker face.

"Yes, there's a lot of things we need to discuss," Laurel said, taking a piece of torn cloth to cover her bleeding cheek.

"I'm really sorry about that," Peter said, reaching out to cup her cheek with his hand. Laurel froze from his touch. She noticed how close her face was with his. She could see a hint of green in his hazel eyes, and the dimples that form when he smiles.

"I guess some people heal quicker than others huh?" Laurel eyed him curiously, " Like magic. Or like a video game glitch."

Clearly, the two knew where they would be going with this conversation yet neither decided to budge. Peter removed his hand from her cheek. Dusting himself off as he helped her up. They eyed each other like prey, waiting for one or the other to pounce.

"Yeah, like magic," Peter said.