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Walk in Two Worlds: AC Rouge Fanfic Chapter 2

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Chapter 2


  Cassidy’s home cooked meals had always the highlight of Katie’s return home after her “extended sailings”. On her travels to the homestead and trips with Jean Pierce, the meals were very simple yet necessary. Dried up game meat, bread, and sometimes cheese on a rare occasion; Tonight however, Cassidy had made her famous shepherds pie, a strong Irish tradition that stayed true to the Shepherd family since the woman was young. The meal was accommodated with the loaf of bread that Katie had picked up earlier today after landing in the New York harbor. Cassidy usually makes the meal either when Katie comes home from her long journey. Katie looked up to see the elderly woman looking mostly at her with a sense of memories and sadness. Both Barry and Katie knew why this sudden recollection would come about. For Cassidy usually made this meal for Daniel as well on his “assignments”.

Barry and Katie looked at each other, trying to figure out who would be the one to break the silence. Katie played with a small potato  around in thought until she asked, “Did the colonel by chance mentioned where or how Shay was found?”

Barry gave a gulp of water and replied, “Noting to much he could say. Only that he was found on some rocky beach south of New York, probably near the river valleys or wherever the wilderness is at. His men found him half dead and nearly drowned like a rat. They had to act quickly to stop the bleeding.”

Katie chewed on a small bite of bread and swelled quick enough to interrogate even further “Surely he must of been a sailor of a merchant ship or a member of the king’s navy.”

Cassidy raised her eyes with surprise, “You seemed to have observed this fellow well, Katie.”

The young blinked in surprise. Damn, I need to be more careful. Although I’m not really asking anything that would put them in danger. I mean this man could just be a sailor, maybe I’m just overthinking things.

i have been sailing with Pierce for a long time now, I guess I just understand the traits.” 

Barry scuffed and said, “Cass, if Katie truly observed this oaf, the she was not looking low enough. As for what happened to him, I say he’d fell from his ship half drunk.”

“Barry!” Cassidy scolded. Katie blushed so hard at this notification from her uncle.

Barry maybe a good man, but his opinions and statements always came in at the wrong time. She even developed some of his habits overtime.

Cassidy turned to her niece and said, “Whatever has happened to Shay, I know we can take care of him, won’t we Katie?” 

Katie gave a small smile. “Sure. Of course.”

“You alright lassie?” Barry asked. “You seemed to be as timid as a deer.

“Huh? Oh no I’m  just a little tired from the trip.” 


Katie helped Cassidy cleared the table and washed the dishes. Her aunt went to the stove where a cast iron pot full of a small serving of beef chucked soup was brewing. The rich smell of the soup would of made her mouth watered if her stomach wasn’t filled with the supper. Cassidy poured half a serving of stew into a bowl with a spoon, and handed it to her. 

No words were needed who the soup was for. As Katie made her way upstairs, she could hear Barry said in a serious tone,

“If he says or does anything to you out of sorts lass, he’d answer to me. Mark me words, a man would have to face a bear before getting to you.”

As if I haven't protected myself more often then usual. Katie thought. “Yes, I’ll be sure to pass that onward Uncle Barry.”


Katie went upstairs with the bowl of stew, carefully trying to spill the soup unto the wooden floors. She’d peeked into the room to see the man laying in the same position from two hours ago. She wasn't sure of if he was half awake or barely alive. Quietly walking towards the bed, Katie placed the bowl on the bedside table, and looked down upon this half broken human being. Being aware of their first meeting, Katie gently shook his shoulders, trying to coxes Shay to wake up. He was breathing, but barely awake as his eyes opened weakly. Regardless of his current state, Katie was determined to be sure this man had something in his stomach. She’d sat on the other side of the bed near his shoulder, scooped her arms under Shay’s shoulder and gently lifted his head for support. His body may as well be dead weight, for it took all her strength to force him to sit up. Using her free hand, Katie placed a pillow vertically to support him without her assistance. Katie grabbed the bowl, and scooped a spoonful of soup. Katie noticed that the chunks were smaller then normal, making it easier for him to eat and swallow without chewing needed. She spooned feed him cautiously, not wanting to either have him chocking him or startle him; thankfully Shay managed to take only half of the serving. When he finished eating as much as he could stomach, Katie lowered him back unto the bed, and left him be. Before she’d left the room however, she’d analyzed his face again. His dark hair was messy and starched from the sea, whiskers were starting to emerge from his face, making his mustache standing out in thickness. It was the mustache that seemed familiar. Had she’d seen him somewhere?  


That night, Katie sat upon her chair in her bedroom, brushing her hair after what seemed like months of walking in the span of days. She thought about the days events, of the gang, the coronal, Shay, but mostly the recent training session with Liam back at the homestead. Her memories took her back almost a week ago. 


***


Katie spent the past two days training with Liam in the frontier and being assigned select missions to execute in New York shortly after their return. She was to make a treaty with a number amount of gangs to join Hope’s gang alliance. Katie was also tasked to deliver letters to Pierce to pass on to contacts. Considering how she and Liam barely had time to rest after a mission at Martha’s Vineyard days prior, Katie was determined to become mentally stronger, despite the feel of exhaustion constantly weighing her eyes. 

“Are you confident you can do this?” Achilles asked.

Katie gave a hard nod. “This isn’t my first race horse mentor, it will all be done posthaste.”

“Good. You will be sailing with Chevalier before dawn.”

Katie then gave another nod and said, “Yes sir.” before turning around to head down to meet Liam in the basement’s training room.


As she passed by the empty kitchen, Katie’s heart felt like a heavy sack of flower. The manor had been dampened with emptiness and silence after the death of Ms. Abigail and little Connor. Katie’s mind was filled with memories of both good and bad from the mother and son. From little Connor and her learning how to sneak around the manor without detection to when Katie and Pierce tried to care for them from the fever. When both of them defended to their maker, Katie held the blame to herself for a long time. She was angry that she could of done more to save them. For days on out she would give out her rage to the mannequin dummies in the training room. Each blow a reliving expression of anger and sadness exposed to the dummies. Ever since then, Katie vowed to never lose another life again in her hands. I child’s wish true, but it was one that motivated her to do better.  

Achilles however was the one who took the deaths the hardest. She had never seen Achilles so cold with grief, yet Liam reminded her to respect the mentor’s grieving progress and continue on with the missions. There was even one time when she saw the mentor in tears.


As Katie went down the stairs towards the dampened basement, Liam was alreading punching and kicking the center mannequin with such focus and aggression that Katie was thankful that he was on the assassin’s side. He then turned around to hear Katie’s footsteps coming down. He whipped the sweat away from his brow, and grabbed two swords from a nearby wall.

 “Katie. Are you up for some practice?” Liam tossed a saber blade to her. Katie caught it by the handle with a follow up of relief. When she first started training, she would grab the blade or had it land on her. Fortunately, the blades were dull so no harm came upon her. Until she was confident enough in her catch did the real blades emerged. Over the years she mastered the blade and the art of stealth. Yet she never quit defeated the master assassin yet. Katie positioned herself, crouched down slightly like a cat ready to pounce. Finally both assassin’s flew towards each other, and meet in a dance of combat. 


Liam and Katie were in deep combat with their blades drawn. She’d stepped forward in a pushed charge, Liam blocked the blow. Both assassin’s were eye to eye, starting for a long moment. After long seconds passed by, Katie took the opportunity to swing around behind him, and kicked under his feet, knocking him to the ground, dropping his blade. As he’d tried to reach for the sword, Katie placed the tip of her blade at his neck. Liam gave a smile of pride. Katie herself couldn’t help but beam with pride as well. She’s reached her hand down towards Liam, he’d excepted her hand and hoisted himself up with her aid. Katie’s face beamed with pride. Used to be that Liam would pin her down hard, even trip her off when she was over confident. But today was a different day it seems. Liam looked like he was in need of a distraction. Liam then said,

“Well Katie, seems you’ve really taken all that I’ve said to heart, or else it’s just luck.”

Katie shook her head lightly, “You know theres no such thing as luck, Liam.”

 Katie went over to the table, grabbed the two water skins from their journey, and handed one to Liam. He nodded in thanks and took a long drink.

Katie was looking all over the training room, each handmade manikin was dressed in a variety of past assassins of the colonial brotherhood, one of them as far back as Jamestown back in 1607 worn by Robert Gilbert. 


“Pretty soon, you should be able to do missions for the brotherhood.” Liam commented. “Whatever templar business needs to be euthanized.”

“Bold words there Liam. Little heavy for that after a victory today.” Katie took another long gulp, whipping her chin from dripping sweat.

Liam gave a small smile, “Sounds like your confident enough. If the mentor does send you on a mission, I know that Shay would be able to assist you.”

Katie of all people knew the assassin’s best friend through their, but Liam had often mentioned Shay would of loved to try to spar with a Scottish lady. Katie would only punch him on the shoulder and scuff. Liam was the brother figure she always wanted after her cousin’s death

Liam was also with her at Daniel’s funeral when the Templars returned the body to the Finnegan’s. He went without his robes in order to not raise suspicion, and presented himself as a ship manager friend of Pierce’s ships. Katie was grateful that Liam was there to support her; however, she was not happy with the thought that Achilles’ wanted them to see who would attend the funeral. By far few Templar leaders had come to pay respect to their fallen brother. The most noted was Monro, for he had personally took care of the arrangements. Katie then returned to the missions at the herbalist shop.

“So I assumed that Achilles needed his greatest assassin to be next to him more often, while hating my back from this oaf of a friend of yours.”

Liam laughed heartily as he thought of it. “We are closer to breaking the Templar influence here now that the box has pointed it’s wonders.”

“What box?” Katie asked. “What wonders?”

Liam paused, as if trying to pick his words carefully. “It would take too long to explain Katie.

“Liam, don’t you think I’m old enough to know assassin business now?”

“Perhaps. We located a processor site through the box.”

“Really?” Katie asked, a thrill of excitement and curiosity filtered in. “How did the box worked? Where are these temples? Why isn’t anyone searching for them now?”

“Whoah lassie!” Liam chuckled, raising his hand to slow his student down. “From what Hope informed me, the sight that’s closest to us is Lisbon. Shay was already assigned the task of seeking the temple while you and I were at Martha’s Vineyard.”

Katie gave a shrug. “Well sorry that my status as a woman prevented you to leave me and go with your friend.”


As Liam and Katie went up the basement stairs, the two noticed how late it was outside the manor windows. Liam shook his head, “Shay is a big lad, he could manage himself.”

“I sure hope so, especially if your handing my reins to him.” Katie was starting to head towards the stairs when she noticed in the sitting room that the portrait of Achillies and his family was gone. The painting’s occupation over the fireplace was replaced with a european mount of a young elk.

“Where’s the painting?” Katie asked, for it was the only evidence of Abigail and Connor’s memories.

Liam shook his head sadly. “Achilles bust of taken it down for promotions. Who knows what goes on.”

“That I can agree.” Katie replied. “Except, my aunt never took any evidence of her son away after the burial. The only item she held onto the most was the robe he’d worn.” 

“Everyone has a different was of morning Katie, all we have to do is stay away from them and give grace.” Liam rubbed his eyes together, the weight of the days before weighed him down. 

Katie begged her master goodnight as she headed up the stairs.


As Katie walked down the hall towards her room, a tall figure pushed her away from his path from behind. “Excuse me!” She exclaimed, but the man never stopped to apologize. 

Katie snuffed and entered herself into the guest bedroom. 

Before she could close the door, there was an uproar coming from down the hall.“So what is the night city you want me to smite? What happened in Haiti, happened in Portugal! A great earthquake, thousands dead… ”

The voice continued on about the manuscript condemning a city. As she opened the door to hear further, she heard the voice yelling, “You made me SLAUGHTER INNOCENCE!”

“How dare you!” Hope’s voice yelled out.

Katie quickly opened the door to attempt to break up the ruckus. As the man’s voice continue onward, she saw Liam running down the hall towards the room, observably Achilles’ office, to see what was going on. The argument went on, with more yelling, doors slamming, and the sight of Liam pushing the same man out of the office. Katie quickly closed the door, but only enough to give a crack wide enough for Katie to hear the two men talking.

“For God’s sake, what has gotten into you?” Liam asked the man.

“Achilles’ must stop this fool’s errand on these sights Liam! Lisbon is no more! Thousands of lives are lost and destroyed because I touched a piece of edan. No…I don’t think it was a piece of eden at all. These hold the structures together.”

“That’s enough Shay. Whatever has happen can wait till morning. Maybe by then your head would be cleared and cooled down. Just leave this be for now.”

The assassin gave a growl as he pushed Liam aside and strolled down the hall. Katie ducked into her room to clear the way.

“What the hell was that about?” She asked as Liam stared down where the man was.

“Not sure, hopefully all will be clear tomorrow. Go get some sleep lass. I’ll explain it all next time.”

“Well…sure…goodnight Liam.” Katie’s voice has hesitant as she shut her bedroom door. Liam was right, hopefully all would be well by morning.


Katie arose well before down, snow was falling down from the heavens above as she stepped out of the manor. As she walked the the walkway, she noticed a dark figure going around the other direction towards the side doors of the manor. 

“Must be a “brother” going in for the night.” Katie said to herself quietly.

 As she adjusted the lamp’s light while walking down to the harbor, the sound of crunching snow and blowing winds were the only sounds she’d herd. Then the sound of breaking glass caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure why, but Katie’s first instinct was to run to the docks. The sound was followed by Achille’s muffled cry from a distance, along with the sound of canons firing towards the manor. 

“What the hell?” Katie exclaimed. “Is Chevalier drunk, what’s going on?” The ground shook with the impact of the canons. Her heart was pulsing as she hurried down the hill. The sound followed with trees falling onto the snowy ground. 

When Katie reached the dock, she noticed the french assassin running the opposite direction after he jumped from a long boat. Katie made not hesitation when one of the sailors told her to climb in. As she was rolled away, several gun shots echoed across the land with men shouting directions here and there. For a moment, all was quiet, except for one shot that rang out right when Katie boarded the Man O’War with the sound of a foreign slash from the sea. After that, the sound of silence filled the air, and Katie made a crucifix upon her chest for whoever was lost in the chaos.

  

***

Katie arose early the next morning and went to Daniel’s room to check on her patient.  Barry helped her by holding the man up while she used a wet washcloth to bath Shay’s sweaty skin, and rinsed out his hair in the water bowl. The water now filtered with dirt and sand as it settled at the bottom. Even the rag was filthy with the man’s facial cleansing.

Shay had moaned as his muscles tensed against cold wet cloth traced along his skin. Barry insisted that the lower half didn't need to be cleaned, though he’d volunteered to finish the job. She rolled her eyes. The typical protection from her uncle, the temptation never even entered into her mind. Although I am curious.

Katie poured the bowl out of the window, bundled the clothes and bandages into a ball, and placed them into a basket full of her own clothing from her missions to wash. The scent of dirt and the stench of Eve’s curse rose from the basket. Katie didn’t mind the washing, let alone when it meant the hot water would welcome her cold fingers. Thankfully winter was about to close for another year, and Katie would not have to wear so many layers as needed. Nor be welcomed to cold clothing first thing in the morning as she’d dressed. 

 

Katie was down in the kitchen, Cassidy making a delightful raspberry-peach pie from the canned jar they’d saved from last summer. Katie had grabbed the large pot from the corner of the kitchen and went to fill it with the local well water to boil it for the laundry. She noticed that with the mixture of Cassidy and Berry’s clothes were in another corner. Cassidy turned around and asked her niece, “Katie, somewhere in between that lump of clothes is a pair of men’s starkers, can you be sure that get’s washed first thing?”

Katie nodded in response, she didn't need information to know that those would probably be Shay’s, for the size of them would prove to be too small for Barry.

Katie noticed that within the basket, was a huge bundle of torn clothes. She reached down and picked up one of the pieces. It was a long heavy grey blue coat, stains of blood covered a massive area. The only thing that made Katie froze in place was a white hood attachment that was ripped in half. A mass of fear had sunk deeper into her stomach like old bread. These were the robes that the one assassin worn before.

Is this really happening? Why is an assassin here? Does the colonial know? Why would they keep him alive? For interrogation? What is going on?

Katie had to take a moment and think through her thoughts and separate the facts. 

Wounded man. gunshot. Torn up robes. Souls lost. Lisbon. The argument back at the manor. The ruckus…  I hope this is a ruse.

“Katie. Are you alright?” Her aunt asked. 

Katie quickly dropped the clothes and turned, “I’m fine! I guess I just got distracted for a moment. I’ll get started right away.” She took all the clothes and retreated to the corner near the fireplace and started scrubbing.


When she found an excuse to go to the outhouse, she found in the study room a massive lump of objects on the desk wrapped in a blanked. Katie quietly went inside and discovered that the blanket was concealing a pile of weapons: A long rifle, a couple of pistoles, a pouch full of bullets and darts, smoke bombs, and another wrapped object.

Quietly unwrapping the blanket, the first item rolled out, and she discovered two hidden blades had concluded her suspicion. Her family is hosting an assassin.

 But what the hell happened to him? 


Edit 09/13/16: 
TOTAL REWRITING HAS HAPPENED HERE! Enjoy



This chapter seemed shorter to me, but I felt that the integration of Liam and Katie was necessary. Besides, I wanted to treat this chapter to have the feel of Katie trying to remember the recent events.

I want to once again thank sunsetagain for the inspiration through her amazing fan comics that it seemed to be cannon.

Previous and first chapter
Walk in Two Worlds: An AC Rogue Fanfic Chapter 1To the recipient of this USB file,
 I am not sure how you got this, but I pray that this is in Assassin hands. But if not, there is an email that you need to contact. I am bleeding and barely keeping it settle in a internet Cafe, but it is hard to do…when you are injured by a shot in the arm.
I don’t have much time, in the following is an email All you have to do is email it with a simple code. It’s NOTHINGISTRUE72! Just send a copy of the folder and it will get there. You may expect someone contacting you for more information. In the mean time, you are responsible for this data. This is data from Abstergo Entertainment on an unknown subject matter. This subject’s DNA will be the key…
Need to go. All I can say, the ancestor you're about to witness is an Assassin from the French and Indian war. Abstergo skipped the rest due to the first data being…normal at that time. But I have dug into it, and trust me


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Walk in Two Worlds: AC Rogue Fanfic Chapter 3
Chapter 3
    Scrubbing away the grind from a shirt was the perfect source of relief, for her mind was swimming with questions. Why did Monro bring Shay here? Does Shay know who Katie is? Will Achilles come invade her home? Should she inform him? The questions were swarming around her mind like hornets. She had to make a decision swiftly, She had to decide either to inform the assassins and risk the exposure of her and Daniel’s secret lives to Cassidy and Barry or keep it quiet in homes of not allowing the colonial or anyone of either the assassins to keep quiet in order to reopen the wounds that were barely healing in her family.
    Katie hung the clothes on the clothesline in the backside of the house, and went inside the house and quickly snatched the torn robes into the basket. She knew that they were probably damaged beyond repair; nevertheless, she didn’t want the risk


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Busy! I will come back to read this when have time :heart: