Heartfelt Revenge (Connor Kenway x Reader)

Chapter 2- Wake Up!

I woke up with an aching feeling all over. My eyes flickered open and took in the room that I was in. I wondered 'How the hell..? I was NOT here before..' So, I panicked and tried to remember as much as I could of myself and what happened before waking up.
'Okay, okay.. My name is (Name), I'm 14 years old. I'm from Hungary, and I moved to the New World when I was 7. I.. I just experienced the last member of my family's death.. those damned British assholes. I was shot in the arm, and saw the most blood that I have ever witnessed besides starting my monthly death sentences last year. Ferike would laugh at me if he was here. He had the most contagious laugh.. Damn I miss him. I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me when I heard the shouting from around the corner. I shouldn't have dragged him to the crowd to see what was going on. We were on our way home, damn it!'
I stopped yelling at myself in my mind, and actually remembered the present situation. I was in a large bed and when I looked out the window, it seemed to be afternoon. I tried to sit up against the wooden boards, but there was a huge shock of pain up my bandaged arm. I looked at it and saw a faint splotch of blood seeping through. I used my other arm and pushed myself up. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.
I flinched and looked over to the door that was open when I heard footsteps. I saw the old man that helped me to safety.

"You are awake now, which is good. You are probably wondering where you are right now. I will tell, no need for sharp remarks." He told me, his voice had an aged raspy, annoyed and wise tone that clicked some sort of interest in my mind. He reminded me of my father who was killed by a group of men that seemed very ominous and vile. Another fucked up people who's blood I'm out for once I get better. My father had the same 'I don't take shit from anyone' kind of attitude that showed in his voice.

"H-How did you know I was going to respond with attitude?" I asked him, I was honestly curious.

He started to walk towards the bed and smiled. He looked into my eyes, and I somehow felt safe. I guess it's just the fact that he reminds me of my father and that he was too old to hurt me. ' Why the hell do you think he would hurt you (Name)?! He saved your ungrateful ass! You should thank him! Not wonder how the hell he knew what you were going to do!'

"I knew your family, (Name). You came here before, when you were still learning English. You changed your name from the Hungarian form to the English form a few months after you arrived in the New World. I have been working with your brother since your father died. It's a shame that he died at such a young age, being twenty-two. He would have taught you how to keep your hunger for revenge in check and teach you better judgement and how to have self control. You were always such a jumper, eager for something that would get you into trouble or hurt. I hope you have learnt something from this." He said, and pointed to my arm.

"Wow.. well, I-I guess I have. How come I haven't seen you since I was young?" I asked, I was still so curious. This man just gave me a whole new look on things, about my family, about myself. Damn, I can't believe I took that all in. This man has been working with my brother?! On what?! 'Good fucking job (Name)! YOU DIDN'T THANK HIM FOR SAVING YOOOOUUU!!!' If my mind had a physical form, it would have backhanded me hard. I even flinched at the tone my mind had.

"Ferike and I agreed that it wasn't your time to be knowing exactly the type of work we do. It was too much of a risk, even though I know you have been taught a small part of it. That idea has been stepped on now that Ferike has passed. I will be teaching you exactly what your brother knew and hopefully more if you don't get yourself killed with your curiosity." He explained, and my eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean I already- wait, wait.. I need to thank you for saving my life. I apologize thousandfold for not thanking you the first time my mouth opened today." He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"You don't need to do anything, if you wish to thank a person, it is your choice. I accept your apology though, and you are very welcome. As for your next question, you already know some self defense from your father and brother. It is going to be easier to train you now that I also have another person wanting to be trained as well. I'm guessing you don't remember my name, it is Achilles Davenport. The person that I am training is Connor. He is a Mohawk boy who has only recently came to me for becoming an Assassin. The idea came to him through realizing that he is to assassinate his father's order. The Templars." Achilles stood up and went to the door, but turned around.
"You should get more rest, unless you would like an arm sling and walk around."

"Wait! Who are the Templars? I've only heard about the creed from when I was young." I asked him. I wonder if the Templars are the ones that killed my father.

"The ones who killed your parents." He basically repeated my thought.

He left my room, leaving me to stare straight ahead. How the hell was I able to comprehend all of that? I knew my father was an Assassin, but I only knew bits and pieces. My mother told me stories of the famous Assassin's like Ezio and Altair. I never learnt how to use any other weapons but a basic sword. I wonder why he didn't ask me if I even wanted to be in the Creed, training next to Connor. But I think that he already knew my answer, just like he knew what I was going to say before it even left my mouth. This is going to be interesting.
I swing my legs slowly off the bed, and onto the cold floor. I found some moccasins that were right next to my shoes, beside the bed. People always wonder why I don't wear normal ladies clothes like dresses or gowns. I always thought that they were to hard to run and climb in. So, I made my own pants, shirts, and coats. My brother made my shoes. They were for hiking and they had very good traction. I always kept them in top condition. I wonder how comfortable the moccasins are... oh my god, they are heavenly.
I walk out the doorway and see a stair case, as well as another room. Time to wander around for a bit. Hopefully nothing too crazy.