The France Revolution

The Knight

Chapter 2

Arno woke to the sound of someone pissing in a bucket and but his eyes were wide open as he saw the man from the inner cell, sitting on a bench, holding his watch in his hand, Arno shot to his feet and man looks at him, showing the watch to him, "Where did you come by this, pisspot?" he asks him standing as Arno was fuming with anger. "I'm in no mood for this, give it back." Arno snarls at him, walking to him and then reaches out for the watch. But the man quickly moves the watch out of view, places his hand on Arno back and then trips him, making him fall into the cell. Arno pulls himself to his hands and knees and looks up, seeing the man grip a hold of the two wooden swords, "Take it back. If you can." he tells him as Arno pulls himself back to his feet and everyone on the cell was now looking at them.

The man then tosses one at him, Arno catches the wooden sword, and they ready themselves, Arno thrust his sword forward, but the man dodges it and Arno strike him with s swing, "Dance, boy! Dance!" a man calls out. The man went to strike him, but Arno beats him to it and throws another swing. The man looks back at Arno raises his hand to his bleeding lip and smirks. "Well struck, pisspot! Let's see if your defense is as good," he states and came at him. But Arno blocks him and then knees him right in the face and strikes at him again. The man then tries again, but Arno blocks that one as well. "So much effort for a broken antique." the man states as Arno left hooks his right in the face. "The only broken antique here is flapping his idiot jaw!" Arno snaps at him and kicks him right in the back of the leg. "Say that again!" the man dares him, as Arno block another of his attack, "I've nothing more to say, old man." Arno snaps again. Then after a few more attack the man kneels down, Arno pants and points his wooden sword at him, "Give me what's mine and go back to your crazy drawing, old man." Arno growls at them. The man looks at him, surprised by his words, "Drawings?" he asks him, wiping the blood away. "These here! Everywhere! Scribbled like chicken scratches all over the cell!" Arno states, walking over to man's cell. Only to find it empty, the man throws down the wooden stick and walks over to the confuse Arno. "Where...?" Arno asks, "Come here, you little pisspot." Pierre growls, pulling Arno into the cell, "Get your hands off me!" Arno shouts. "Look at the wall." the man orders him, "What are you doing-" Arno yells. "Concentrate. Concentrate!" he orders him, Arno did what he said and saw the writing again. "What are they?" Arno asks as he steps inside and looks around at them. "Messages from the past. I had myself thrown into half the prisons in Paris in search of these. What's your name, boy." the man asks him.

"Arno. Arno Victor Dorian." Arno answers as he turns back to him. "Dorian... of course! Pierre Bellec. I knew your father." Bellec tells him, giving him back the watch. Arno took it without hesitation. "Bully for you," Arno said dryly as he walks past him. "He died at Versailles. It would have been what, '76? '77? December as I recall. No witnesses." Bellec informs him as he sat in his cell. Arno turns to his surprise he even knew that "How did you--" Arno starts as he walks to him. "Your father was an Assassin, Arno. He gave his life fighting for the liberty of all mankind," he tells him and the grips the wooden swords and stood up. "Stick with me, and you just might live long enough to join the brotherhood, honor your father's memory," Bellec informs him. "Listen, I'm sure your little cult is a delightful bunch, but I'm not interested. The only thing I care about is finding Elise and Elizabeth." Arno tells Bellec and turns away, the two Assassins peeks up into the cell and looks at the drawings. "How do you plan to do that from in here?" Pierre asks him, making Arno stop on his track. He then turns and looks back at him, Bellec offered him a wooden sword and Arno took it. Bellec smiles at him, "Hey Jackie." he said looking over at the barred window. And a hooded man stood up from the shadows and leans against the bars, Arno looks at him in surprise, but Bellec just smiles as he turns to the man. "I need a favor to ask of you," he states. Jackson just looks at him and shift his weight a bit, "Be my eyes and ears on the streets. If anything bad happens, you report back to me or the brotherhood, Suis-je bien compris?" he tells him, then another pops up as well, "Well do." he said, sounding young. Bellec nods at him and turns back to Jackson, "Jackson, keep an eye on her, will ya?" Bellec asks him, he nods with a smirk, "You already know Charlies is on that." he informs him and Bellec chuckles and slips his hand through the bars, "La sécurité et la paix, mon frèelre." he tells him. Pierre shook his hand and Jackson then took his hand back, "Allons-y. Andy." Jackson said to his partner, he nods at him and they both disappear into the shadows then Bellec turns back to him, and held out a wooden sword to Arno "Now pisspot, shall we begin?"