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DBH Bodyguard - Chapter 5: Last Stretch

So... Yeah. I may have gotten carried away writing... Enjoy. While this is the last chapter, there’s an extra chapter coming next week.

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Words: 4105

Connor approached Kwan’s body as he tried to crawl away. He grabbed one of his arms and pinned him against the wall, making sure he didn’t get away. Looking at his doppelganger, Connor’s LED flickered yellow for a moment when he looked at Kwan’s eyes. RK800s were supposed to have brown eyes, but he brushed it off, as it wasn’t unusual for deviants to modify themselves in order to be unique. Since Kwan seemed to have done the same with his clothes, Connor assumed his eyes weren’t any different.

“Your name is Kwan, correct?”

“...” No answer.

A few seconds went by as Connor thought of another question. “Why did you kill Mr. Evans and Mrs. Sharon? Why did you come here?”

“...” Once again, no response. Kwan just stared emotionless at Connor.

“You can tell me what I want to know, or I’ll simply look into your memories. You can make the choice.”

For the first time, Kwan blinked. Finally, the interrogation was bearing fruit. “I was told by my higher ups to kill the head of the Evans Family, and was given full permission to kill anyone who got in the way.”

Connor’s LED became yellow for two whole seconds. Kwan’s speech pattern was off. During their confrontation the previous month, Connor had assessed that Kwan was a deviant as he had yelled at him in anger - even Layla had recognized that much from his voice alone. Now he spoke coldly, with no emotion in his voice nor his face.

“Tell me your name and model. And who are your higher ups?” Connor asked.

Kwan replied immediately this time. “My name is Kwan, my model is RK###-X0.” Connor’s LED shone yellow. “My higher ups are the bosses of the Jin Family, Chin and Sam Jin.”

Connor didn’t know how to respond to that. When Kwan said what his model was, his mouth opened but no sounds came out until he said ‘X0’. Even so, Connor got good information out of it. Models with more than the usual letters and numbers in their ID were illegal customized models, like his. Connor’s was RK800-E2, which meant he and Kwan had been customized by the same person - Dimitri. This could mean that Kwan was lying, as his higher ups wouldn’t technically be Sam and Chin, but Dimitri himself. There was no way to know but to ask, and so he did.

“What about Dimitri?”

Kwan’s mouth opened but no sound came out, again. As if on queue, Layla came out of the office calling for him. “Connor, you have to see this!” She yelled, before she stopped, looking at Kwan propped against the wall. Kwan started blinking so fast that Layla could barely see his eyelids opening and closing. Connor noticed his body temperature rising. Kwan was trying to self-destruct. In a situation Connor didn’t know exactly how to deal with, his programming led him to grab Kwan’s wrist and take a look into his memories.

As Connor’s hand went white, Kwan’s memories started slowly going into his head with little to no sound, mostly static. He briefly heard a Russian man talking, whose voice he recognized as Dimitri’s. Nine hu… pretend… viant… Jin Fa… And suddenly it all cuts to white, with all sounds vanishing for good, even the static, and as quickly as everything disappeared into all white, darkness took over, and Connor was back in front of Kwan’s body. It had shut down.

“What the fuck just happened?” Layla asked.

Connor’s response was delayed as he allowed himself some time before his LED became blue after the confusing mess that had made it yellow in the first place. “I probed Kwan’s memories before his body shut down, Miss. I can confirm Dimitri’s betrayal. I heard him speaking to Kwan.”

Layla raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Nice,” she said in a somber tone, “Did you find out anything else?”

“I only heard fragmented words and sentences, but I can conclude from those Kwan’s mission was to pretend to be a deviant to get closer to the Jin Family. But I do not know what Dimitri could possibly want from them.”

“Well, I might have an idea.” Layla pointed at the office behind her with a thumb. “I checked the computer and Kwan was in the middle of stealing my father’s digital signature. His word would have been as good as the Evans Family’s boss in all matters business, so I’m guessing that was his end goal.”

Connor followed Layla to the office. Once he entered, he noticed Sharon’s was still in the same place, but Oscar’s had been moved to the corner of the room. Taking this all in, he approached the computer screen Layla was looking at. There was a web browser open with a pop up window in front of it that said “Cloud to Hard drive transfer” and beneath it a set of instructions had two boxes, the first one said “Administrator’s Password” and the second one said “Secondary Password.” The first box was filled in, but the second one was empty.

It was clear now, what had happened in that office. While her father simply gave up his password in fear of Kwan, Sharon fought to the bitter end, and refused to tell him her password until she eventually bled to death. None of the bullet holes in Sharon’s body were in vital spots. Looking at her like that, Layla couldn’t help but respect her. She’d always seen Sharon “as a bitch who does good work” but that was the first time she had ever admired her. Moments ago, Sharon Lopez had defended that company - that family - more than even its patriarch did. For that, Layla had only one thing to say - Thank you.

Connor spoke suddenly, knocking Layla out of her own thoughts. “Miss, I think Dimitri is trying to control all of New York City.”

Layla was taken aback by Connor's sentence “I’m sorry, come again?!”

“He has a big presence at CyberLife and has connections with the Jin Family, here in New York. If his word was the same as your father’s, he would be able to control the whole city from its underworld.”

She was speechless. The idea made sense in her head, what didn’t make sense was how they couldn’t think of it earlier. That whole deal had been between three of the biggest powers of the city, CybeLife making up a sizable portion of the city’s economy, as well as the two underworld families. There wasn’t a single transaction in the underworld of New York City that couldn’t be traced back to the Jin or Evans Family, if not both. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess... she sighed.

“Connor, call the police, I’ll inform Sharon’s and Steven’s families. Make sure you contact the executives of the family. I need to be approved as the next boss before I do anything else.”

“Right away, Miss.”

…

Layla woke up to the sound of her alarm. It was 12:00 am. It was the first time she’d slept in her house in the past month, but it didn’t feel like a homecoming. Though she had just gotten out of the hospital, she’d lost everything. First Andrew, now her father - things couldn’t get any better.

The one good thing to come out of this, however, is that she was now the boss of the Evans family. When she officially became the boss, one of the executives, asked her ‘So, what will be your first order as the boss of our family?’ It sounded like a loaded question, but it wasn’t so. In the underworld business it’s more likely for the boss of a family to be killed than to die from natural causes, so the Evans put in place a tradition that made it so every newly appointed boss had to make their first order a memorable one.

“I want as many people as possible looking for Dimitri Orlov. Turn this fucking city upside down if need be, but neither I nor my father will be able to rest in piece until that fucker is in a burning casket.”

It certainly was a memorable first order. Maybe she could brag about it to her children or grandchildren someday, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel proud about it, at least not yet.

There was something she had left for her and Connor to do, and that was to go and talk to Diego, to see if he happened to hear anything about Dimitri. Funnily enough, that had been the first thing she had ever taken Connor to do, on the day they met each other, and Kwan. The same day she got hospitalized. Now that she thought about it, she had spent most of the time she had known Connor, in a hospital bed.

Brushing those thoughts aside, she got up and ate breakfast, which is to say she drank some coffee and showered, before getting dressed and leaving her house on her way to meet Connor. This time, she was going to wear her normal outfit, not the dumb shit Connor bought her, or so she called it. She wore a white button up shirt tucked into her jeans and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She tied her blonde hair in a ponytail and put on some sneakers.

She closed the door and immediately spotted Connor waiting by her car. How the fuck he had gotten there on foot was a complete mystery to her. Her uncle had driven her home and asked for his assistant to bring his car so he could go home afterwards, but she wasn’t going to question Connor.

“Good morning, Miss.”

Layla threw Connor her car keys as she greeted him. “Good morning, Connor.”

They got into the car and Connor drove them to Diego’s place. Both Layla and Connor stayed quite the whole time. Connor because he had nothing to ask and wasn’t ordered to speak, and Layla because she simply wasn’t in the mindset to talk, especially to Connor. She had no idea why she felt so weirdly attached to a machine, but she did. Maybe it was because he was Andrew’s ‘replacement’. Perhaps it was because he saved her or even cared for her in the hospital. Layla knew deep down that he was simply following orders, but she couldn’t help it.

Entering Diego’s place, she noticed it looked much more decorated than before. Diego took a lot of pride in his Mexican blood and he made a point of showcasing it in the walls of his bar. Layla’s eyes were particularly fixated on a small sombrero at the end of the bar, right in front of the entrance.

“Ah! Do you still remember that one?”

Layla turned around upon hearing Diego’s voice. “Diego… Is it the same one?”

The man walked past her while chuckling.

Diego picked the small hat from the wall and looked at its insides, smiling to himself before handing it over to Layla. When she examined the hat like Diego had just done, she couldn’t help but to smile from ear to ear. On the inside of the hat there was a name tag stuck to it, which said ‘Layla J. Evans’ in terrible handwriting. Connor was watching all of this go down from the entrance.

“Damn. No wonder I was tutored…” She said in a low voice, almost a whisper. “I don’t remember it being this bad.” She laughed.

“Oh, back then we were lucky if we could read anything you wrote by hand.” Diego joked.

Both of them laughed for a bit, until Diego put the hat back up on the wall. “So, what brings you here today?” Diego asked, resting his arm on the counter.

“We’re looking for a man named Dimitri Orlov. He’s the one who killed my father.”

Diego felt a note forming in his throat as he heard Layla saying that. He had heard about Oscar’s death already, but it hurt all the more coming from her. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how she felt about the whole thing. “I’ve heard some things about a Russian man, but I don’t know if that’s him for sure. Do you know anything else?”

“He’s-”

Connor stepped into the conversation, interrupting Layla and slightly startling her in the process. She’d almost forgotten he was there. “Dimitri Orlov is a criminal with ties to CyberLife. He modifies androids for specific purposes and sells them to whoever needs them. He was the one who dispatched me to the Evans Family as well as an android to the Jin Family, which ended up killing Oscar.” Connor paused, almost as if resting. “I don’t know Dimitri’s age but he looks to be around 60 years old. He’s around as tall as me and his hair is almost fully gray.”

Diego suddenly jolted out of his seat with an expression of worry on his face that Layla hadn’t seen in a long long time. “I gotta make a phone call, wait a second.” The man disappeared behind the counter with those words. Layla could vaguely hear him talking on the phone and the little she heard was in spanish, so she couldn’t make out what he was saying. That was until he screamed something and came back to the counter.

To say that Diego was sweating when he went back would be a massive understatement, akin to saying the ocean has a bit of water in it. “The airport!”

“What?” Layla asked.

“Someone had told me about a russian man who tried selling android security guards.” Diego immediately ran out of breath, but kept talking. “The way you described him was exactly like my friend told me, and the business matches. He’s catching a flight to Russia in about an hour at the JFK airport. Get going!”

“Wait! How do we know for sure it’s the right per-”

“My friend’s the fucking governor! Get the fuck going, Layla!”

“Oh!” Layla was shook by Diego’s language. “Ok, then.” She gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Thank you for everything!”

“Be careful!” Diego warned, letting his whole upper body fall on the counter.

Connor was driving the car once more, but this time the drive was anything but silent.

“What else can you tell me about Dimitri? I need to be able to identify him in a crowd.”

“I can’t tell you much more, Miss. His eyes are blue and he always wears regular business suits.”

“That doesn’t help at all.” Layla lamented, with her hand on her forehead.

“I’m aware, Miss.”

Layla ignored Connor’s remark as she had much better things to think about. Looking out the window, she could barely tell the shape of the cars from the road, they just looked like passing colors. Connor was driving as fast as he could, the airport was quite far, afterall. If need be, she would fly to Russia herself and chase him down, but sooner he died, the better.

“Is your gun loaded?”

“Yes, Miss. I replenished it this morning. I also keep spare ammunition with me at all times.”

“Good.” Layla dropped a glock on Connor's lap. “Have another one, it’s the same as yours.”

“We don’t need this ma-”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ll take two as well, now stop bitching and drive.”

Connor stopped speaking. It was moments like those that really drove home how Connor was an android - no tact whatsoever…

The two of them briefly talked about coming up with a plan of action, but ultimately decided that it was redundant as all they had to do was look at the flights for Russia and wait for Dimitri to be detected. It was a simple plan, if you could call it that, but it was to Layla’s liking. She really wasn’t in the mood for thinking hard about anything.

Connor parked the car and soon enough they found themselves inside of the airport. It was a massive space chock full of people, some standing and talking and some walking around, making the perfect recipe for chaos and disorder. Instantly, their plan fell apart - there were far too many flights to Russia, way too close to each other in schedule for both of them to be able to cover everything.

She let Connor walk around the crowd for a bit and went to ask a staff member if any flights to Russia had already departed. The answer was a ‘No’. Thank fuck... she thought.

Seven minutes later, they were reunited.

Layla approached Connor with her left hand on her wound. “Did you find anything?”

“No, Miss. We should just check the next flight. We have no clue as to which one he will be on, so the probability would be the same as if we checked any of the remaining flights. The only difference is that we might have time to check multiple flights like this.”

“Sure, that works.” Layla agreed.

They eventually got to the waiting area, or lounge space, where the people waiting for that flight would, and they started looking around. Layla’s had nothing on her mind but the mental image of Dimitri, she had made up. She had no real way of knowing how close it was to reality but she stuck to what she had. Unfortunately, her thoughts were interrupted as everyone started walking in, not even twenty seconds after they had gotten there, and Dimitri was still nowhere to be seen.

As the area got emptier and emptier, Layla started losing the strength to even stand. For some reason it felt like that was it, Dimitri was gone and they’d never catch him. Game over. She had lost both Andrew and her father to the same man, but she couldn’t do anything about it... I’m just a fuckin’ joke...

“Miss!”

What? Layla couldn’t process what was happening, at least not quickly enough. Connor grabbed her shoulder and pointed at a man, on the way to his flight. Hair almost all grey and about the same height as Connor. For some reason what stuck out the most was the piece of information she had said wouldn’t help at all - the business suit.

The blonde couldn’t hold her anger any longer. She wanted nothing more but to yell the man’s name, so he could fear for his life before he inevitably met his death. She could keep her cool, for some reason, maybe her determination to kill that man was even bigger than she realized herself. So big that she could make logical decisions on the fly without really thinking about it.

Though she was very much sure, she looked at Connor for confirmation. He confirmed it with a nod. It really was Dimitri. Almost as if synchronized, the duo started running in their target’s direction at the exact same time, and Layla was keeping up. She was past the point of feeling pain - her blood was boiling and the adrenaline was fueling her every movement.

The guards ran to stop them once they went past a restricted area. Layla accepted the fact that she was going to get caught eventually, so her plan simply consisted in getting as close as possible before shooting. Two guards were a step away from grabbing Layla when she saw their heads exploding in her peripherals, never stopping to see what had happened. She didn’t need to, though. The explosions were accompanied by two gunshots, which she knew were from Connor’s guns.

Hearing the gunshots, the entire airport went haywire. People were running seemingly randomly, they didn’t even care about getting to their flights at that point and it made it much harder for Connor and Layla to run without bumping into someone, but that was when they saw Dimitri standing still at the end of that long corridor. As chaos ensued, the man was simply standing there, without what looked to Layla like a smile on his face.

The sheer will to end that man’s life was enough for her to run even faster. Yet another guard tried to stop her, but Connor shot him as well. It wasn’t like they had agreed on this course of action, but worked quite well. Another guard went down, and shortly after it two more. She couldn’t have been running for more than ten seconds but it felt like a hell of a lot more.

She finally got to an acceptable distance to shoot him from. A bit of a far cry from close, but definitely doable with a little bit of luck. Pulled out her glock at the same time as four guards came running towards her, much faster than the previous ones. Once again, she didn’t slow down, she just kept running, waiting for the sound of gunshots to remove the guards from her path.

The gunshots went off, and they were deafening. That was it. Connor had taken out the guards and she was free to run past them. The final obstacle before she got a good shot at Dimitri. Her revenge was finally coming to an end. It had started in order to avenge Andrew but it was so much more now. She took her hand to her holster and-

“Guh!” Layla let out a guttural sound, as a guard tackled her to the ground. She desperately gasped for air when her back hit the ground and she had no idea what was happening - the guards were supposed to have been shot.

Layla tried breaking free, but to no avail. She noticed she had let go of her glock when she got tackled, but she still had another one. She reached for it, but the guard grabbed her arm before she could do so. Layla took a good look at the guard’s face for the first time and her heart skipped a beat. Connor?! No...

“Kwan?!”

Getting no answer, she looked back in search of Connor and horror struck her. Connor hadn’t fired any gunshots that time. He had been the target. The scenery she was seeing was an upside down headless Connor in a pool of blue blood, with five Kwan-like androids around him. They wore white suits and had a chilling look in their eyes.

They had gotten so close...

Layla burst into tears and a silent cry. A chill ran down her spine and she broke into a freezing sweat. She had never felt that powerless, scared or alone before. At first she thought it was because of Connor, but she was wrong. She was tasting her own poison - the fear of death.

Why did I hurry so much? I should’ve fucking waited to catch off-guard! Why the fuck did I decide to kill him at a fucking airport with so many people around?! Why did I run?! I should’ve just snuck past until I got close to him! Why do I have to be such an impulsive fucking bitch?! FUCK!

“Good afternoon, Ms. Evans.” Dimitri arose from between the white clad androids, interrupting Layla’s thoughts. “Thank you so much for making this so easy for me.”

“Why?! Why did you kill them!”

“I could tell you my whole plan but... there’s no point in speaking to a dead person.” Dimitri received a gun from one of the androids. “Sorry Ms. Evans. This is simply how business goes.” Aiming at her chest, Dimitri pressed the trigger.

What followed was the loudest sound Layla had ever heard in her life. She couldn’t hear anymore. She couldn’t see anymore. She couldn’t feel, smell or taste anything either. She couldn’t do anything but witness her entire life flashing before her eyes. From her entire childhood into her adulthood. From the moments with her family to the boyfriends she had. Her entire family was there - her father, uncle, her cousins and her brother. Andrew was there too, and for some reason so was Sharon. She spared her last thought to Connor, though. Now in death, she knew what she felt wasn’t exactly love. Maybe it was admiration, affection - maybe even some attraction. It could have been jealousy, since he did everything so perfectly.

It didn’t matter anymore, though. It was over. She finally felt her mind escaping. Maybe it was an illusion but she could’ve sworn she saw her own body on the airport floor, sitting in a pool of blood, as her soul swam up to whatever her destination was.

I hope I go to hell... Maybe there I’ll have a second shot at him... I’d like to see how he fairs without androids around to help him.

Hmph...

Who am I to talk?

#DBH #Detroit Become Human #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Connor

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projectomerta · 4 years ago

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DBH Bodyguard - Chapter 4: Blood Bath

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Words: 2674

Although it felt like an eternity from the outside, it only took a second for gunshots to go off inside the fake restaurant. As the shots started, Layla counted the ones coming from Connor’s glock. He used the exact same gun she had used for a long time now, so she could easily tell the difference, especially since the Jins never used Glocks. She was glad to hear Connor firing the first shot.

One. Two. Three. There was a pause, as continuous machine gun sounds went off. He’s fine, he must be taking cover, somehow… She got closer to the restaurant door so she could hear better, and Connor

started shooting again. Four. Five... Six. Seven. A cold sweat ran down her cheek. He should’ve already killed all of them… There are supposed to be six people inside the restaurant, I didn’t see him miss a single shot at Cyberlife… Did that fucker lie to us?! Layla gave up on counting and decided to just wait.

The blonde started pulling her collar away from her neck, as it stuck due to her sweating. Her clothes were too far too warm, but she couldn’t bring herself to complain about Connor’s clothing choices at that moment. She pulled her sleeves up and started pacing around, ignoring the slight pain in her gut. She was taking deep breaths and exhaling as hard as she could. Now her legs were sweaty and the sweatpants did nothing to stop the small gusts of wind to make her feel cold.

Silence. The gunshots inside the restaurant finally stopped and Layla felt like time had stopped. It was like nothing was happening now, which somehow worried her far more than the bullets flying around in a building just in front of her. The silence didn’t last long as she started hearing police sirens going off. Fuck. Just what we needed. Her heart was going twice as fast now. Layla Jane Evans! Calm the fuck down! The police want nothing to do with gangs and you know it. I sure hope none of’em are dumb enough to stick their noses in our business.

The restaurant door finally opened, and Layla reached for her knife. A figure came out and she recognized him as soon as she saw the flickering LED on his temple - it was Connor, of course. Without giving it any thought, she immediately hugged him, wrapping her arms around him - it just felt natural. A bit too natural. She chuckled internally. A month ago she was yelling at her father for replacing Andrew so quickly after his death, and now look at her… I sure moved on fast, huh Andrew? Was it even love? Connor is an android, he doesn’t feel anything.

“Miss!” Connor yelled, shaking her by the shoulders.

“Ah! What?!” She asked, startled.

“Hurry! We need to interrogate Peter Song before the police get here.”

“Huh?! Who the fuck is Peter Song?!”

“The man who knows about Kwan!” Without delay, Connor storms back into the restaurant.

“How the f-” She whispered, giving up midway and going after Connor. On the inside, she saw a bloodbath. So that fucker did lie to us… She expected to find five corpses and a restrained man, but Connor had drenched the whole place in blood. There were at least twelve people lying dead on the floor with no more than one bullet in them, a view reminiscent of the previous month’s incident. The smell of blood in the air coated her nostrils and it was sickening. At the back of the restaurant, tied to a chair with a naked woman by his feet, there was a man struggling to set himself free.

Layla looked at the woman’s terrified expression and realized that, not only was she dead, she was an android. “Connor, did you kill her too?”

“I didn’t do anything to her. But she isn’t dead, Miss. Androids don’t die.” Connor’s eyes quickly moved from Layla’s figure to the man on the chair. “Peter Song, tell us everything about the android named ‘Kwan’.”

The man spat on Connor’s face, though the android didn’t even flinch, but Layla reacted more than enough for the both of them. She swiped one of the guns Connor was holding and shot Peter on the left foot, making him scream in pain.

“Kwan killed Andrew Willem, right?” She coldly asked.

Peter gritted his teeth in pain. “You bitch!” He managed to say. He felt brave right up to the moment when Layla shoved her glock right up to his forehead.

“Don’t try me.” She said, she threatened. “Answer my damn question.”

“Yes, he killed Evans' bodyguard…”

“Now, what about Kwan?” Connor questioned. “Who sent him to you, and why?”

Peter was now looking at Connor, but even in all the pain he was in he didn’t move anything but his eyes - the gun pointed to his head made sure of that. The man was profusely sweating now, and the only thing he felt more than pain was fear. So much so that you could see it in his face.

“He was sent by a Russian man, but I’ve never seen him,” Peter sighed in pain.

In the corner of her eye, Layla noticed Connor’s LED flickering and turning yellow for a bit, but didn’t think twice about it.

“What’s his name, Peter?” Connor asked.

The korean man took a deeper breath before talking. “We call him Mr. Orlov, but I don’t know his first name, I promise!”

Connor’s LED lit up in a red light as he looked at Layla. She had only seen his LED light up red in dangerous instances, so why during an interrogation? She was somewhat frightened and wanted to ask Connor why he felt like they - or at least he - were in a dangerous situation, but he left nothing to the imagination. As soon as they’d looked at each other, the android started talking.

“Orlov is my handler’s last name as well, Miss. Unless this is a coincidence, Dimitri is playing both sides of this war.” He said, as his LED turned blue.

Layla had a thousand things going through her head at that moment, it was like a storm. She wanted to shoot Peter, but she heard the police coming. She wasn’t worried about getting arrested, her last name would probably be enough to get her out of it and the police wouldn’t. The real beast was Dimitri who had apparently betrayed them, or at least wasn’t on anybody’s side. She kept mulling over everything but she just couldn’t find a solution.

It was then that the volume of the police cars’ sirens peaked, before completely halting. They could hear the police talking outside and with his LED flickering red, Connor started making his way outside, cocking his gun, but Layla put a hand on his shoulder and called out to him, making the android stop.

“Why are you stopping me? I should neutralize the threat before it becomes a problem.” His LED turned yellow.

By putting her index finger over her lips, Layla told Connor to stay quiet, as she took a few steps towards the entrance and bid her time. A minute went by before they could hear any sound, which was a sudden burst of cursing and questions. “Fuck!”, “Why?!” and “Why the fuck not?!” were the major expressions coming from the policemen outside, which gave the blonde some hope. Their higher ups probably won’t let them take action unless they know they can catch some big fish. After the cursing settled down, they heard the police cars driving away, now with no sirens on.

Peter let out a groan attracting the duo’s attention. He was frustrated that he couldn’t clutch his foot, due to being tied up and his gritted teeth were a clear sign of what he was feeling. His grunts were the only sound filling the room up, and the lack of overwhelming noise, or even talking, let Layla calm down and settle down on a course of action. She lifted her arm up, pointing her gun at Peter. She aimed and was ready to fire. With a short sigh, Layla let her arm down, turned around and handed Connor her gun. Then, facing Peter once again, she directed a few words at the android.

“You do it, the recoil fucked me up earlier.”

In a smooth motion, Connor pointed Layla’s gun at Peter’s head and shot it immediately, killing the man less than a second after being ordered to do so. Layla watched as the android robotically killed Petter, every single one of his actions leading perfectly to the next one. ‘Soulless like a corpse and precise like a metronome’ - that’s how Layla saw him then. Upon looking at Peter’s corpse, however, her eyebrows went as far up as they could go from the surprise of what she was seeing. There was a bullethole in the middle of his forehead, but that was normal, what really surprised her was his expression: Peter Song had died with a smile, maybe a smirk, on his face, much to Layla’s annoyance.

With a bad taste in her mouth and the iron-like smell of blood now coating the insides of her nostrils, Layla left the restaurant with Connor, exchanging no words with him in the process - not until they had gotten to the car. Layla sat on the passenger seat once more, forcing the android to break the silence by asking her where they were going.

“We’re going back to see my father. We need to know about Dimitri.”

“Miss, it’s 8 PM. According to Mr. Evans’ schedule, he should be home by now, not at the office.”

“He’s probably fucking Sharon right about now.” She pouted. “We have more than enough time to get there before he goes home…”

Connor’s LED blinked for a second before he tried asking something. “Mr. Evans-”

“Connor, just drive.” Layla ordered. Much to her pleasure, Connor drove off almost as soon as he was told to, taking them to get answers, once more.

…

It was now 8:27PM. They were now inside the Evans Corporation building. It was eerily quiet, especially without Steven and the other receptionists there to greet them. Both Layla and Connor knew that the elevators shouldn’t be working by then but the blonde still insisted they checked it out in case her father wasn’t feeling like walking down all the way to the 26th floor. To her surprise and the android’s as well, the elevator was working. There was nothing else to do but accept their luck and go up the elevator.

Layla raised her eyebrow in confusion when the small screen by the buttons displayed an arrow that indicated that the elevator was coming down. What the fuck? Who’s visiting my dad at this hour? She simply brushed it off. Someone could’ve just forgotten something, afterall.

The elevator made a “ding” sound as it stopped at their destination -the 26th floor. Connor and Layla walked straight to Oscar’s office, as fast as they could. As they got to Sharon’s desk, Layla expected to find it empty, and empty she found it. Sharon was nowhere to be seen, as fucking expected… The carpet covered the whole floor but, for some reason, Layla’s eyes were dead set on the part around Sharon’s desk. Meanwhile, Connor knocked on the door.

“Mr. Evans. It’s Connor. Me and your daughter have something we need to ask you.”

Layla looked at the door for a second, while they waited for confirmation, but quickly looked back at the carpet, as their only answer had been silence. Jesus, does it take that long for him to pull his pants up?! Resigned to waiting, she walked closer to Sharon’s desk, until she finally noticed what had been drawing her attention to the carpet, the whole time. It was redder than usual. Maybe the cleaners messed up here. She crouched down and touched it, touching her fingers in the process. She gasped. There was no need to think twice about it - it was blood. Layla went around the desk, making her gut ache in the process. There, she found Steven, lying dead on the floor, with a bullet hole in his chest.

To say her heartbeat became erratic was an understatement. Adrenaline kicked in and she was terrified of what could possibly be going on, on their own turf, of all places. In the midst of all of that, she managed to make a rational decision. Gritting her teeth in pain, she pulled up Steven’s body in order to warn Connor without making noise.

“Connor!” She whispered.

The android turned his head and noticed the body. His LED flashed a couple of times before becoming a vivid red color, matching the carpet. He looked at the door, as if examining it, and with little to no momentum, he kicked it down, and then, chaos ensued.

As soon as the door went down, Connor spotted someone on the other side, and pointed his gun at them, but before he could react, a bullet hit his shoulder, making him drop his glock. Before Connor could get his gun back, another gunshot was heard, which alerted Connor, making him look at his assailant. Before he could make out a face, he was tackled down, with strength he never thought possible, coming from a human.

Layla, startled by all the sounds coming from the office, planted her eyes and her gun at the entrance, where Connor once stood. As he exited from the office, Layla managed to make out who it was. Conn- no. Kwan. Even though he was running, she was weirdly aware of every detail. Instead of shooting, she simply followed his head with her gun, unable to shoot someone who looked someone so similar to Connor. As Kwan went around the corner in the direction of the emergency stairs, Layla felt like time had stopped.

What she saw in that split second was enough to give her all the courage and detachment she needed to shoot him. She found a difference. His eyes were grayish blue. So, with no more hesitation in her heart, she shot at Kwan, hitting him on the knee. The first shot made him trip and hit the wall, so she kept shooting at the same spot until his leg gave out. He tried shooting back but Layla shot his gun out of his hand.

Connor came out of the office and looked both ways, his LED was red, but it quickly flickered to yellow as he confusedly turned his head left and right, looking at Layla and Kwan each time. Finally accepting that Layla had single handedly taken out an android, his LED became blue, and he turned to Layla.

“He killed Mr. Evans and Sharon. Good job taking him alive, Miss.”

What?!

She couldn’t process what she had just heard, so she stormed into the office as Connor made his way to Kwan. Upon entering, her heart, her head and her stomach all sunk in perfect synchrony. Her father sat lifeless on his chair, with a bullet hole on the left side of his chest, identical to Steven’s. Sharon’s body was on the floor, with blood pouring out of numerous bullet holes across various parts of her body.

Seeing this, Layla couldn’t help herself but to cry out uncontrollably. Her eyes turned to waterfalls and the sobs and heavy breathing became screams and desperate pleads. She knew what a life of crime entailed, but to have possibly been betrayed by a business partner made it even worse. For some inexplicable reason, this solidified Dimitri as a traitor, in her head, and she was dead set on finding him.

Wiping out the tears from her eyes and putting on the bravest face she could, she got up and steeled her nerves. She was now the leader of Evans Corporation - of the Evans Family. Crying can wait, I’ve done more than enough of that. First, comes revenge, mourning can come later.

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DBH Bodyguard - Chapter 3: Back in Action

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Words: 2931

“Well, Ms. Evans. You’re almost fully healed, you'll be discharged this afternoon, but I cannot stress enough that you should be very careful not to overexert your body.”

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll be fine.”

With those words, Layla dismissed the doctor, leaving her alone in the room, sitting on the bed. White walls surrounded her, and the trees danced in the wind, behind the window.

In the afternoon, Connor walked in, holding a plastic bag and an umbrella.

“Good morning, Miss. I’ve brought the clothes like you requested.”

Layla grabs the bag and checks its contents, frowning at what she finds inside. She gave Connor a killer look to which he gave no reaction.

“I asked for a white shirt, jeans and sneakers. Why did you bring me boots, a wool sweater and sweatpants?!”

Connor blinked once before responding. “There is a 67% chance that it will rain in under an hour, which would decrease the overall temperature in the air. Moreover, your clothing choice is rather inefficient. Your footwear is fine, but your jeans restrict your movement and your shirt doesn’t protect you from the cold.”

Layla took the deepest breath of her life. “Connor… I don’t even own any of those clothes. Whose money did you waste?”

“Yours Miss, but it was not a waste. These clothes are objectively better than yours, like I just explained.” Connor paused for a second. “Besides, you don’t own any clothes other than shirts and jeans.”

The blonde could feel a headache coming, but she cracked a smile, before looking back up at Connor.

“I also have a shit ton of sexy underwear,” she winked, “Didn’t you go through any of those?!”

It seemed like Connor had to process that sentence for a split second. “No Miss. You only asked me to-”

“Fine, fine!” She interrupted. “You’re boring…” She sighed. Layla got up and started undressing her hospital gown. “You haven’t told me shit all month long, so now tell me - what leads have you found?”

“I cannot do that, Miss. Your father has ordered me to take you to him as soon as you got discharged from the hospital.” Connor said.

Layla threw the hospital gown on top of the bed. “Well, wait outside then.”

Connor left the room, leaving the blonde to her own devices. She looked down and saw the small mark left on her body by the bullet. It went nicely with the stab wound right next to it. God, I’m fucking lucky. Layla praised her luck for her second wound in the stomach to not hit anything vital. Last time, Andrew had saved her life by killing the man who attacked her, this time Connor shooed the assailants away. And they still haven’t told me shit about that Connor lookalike.

Over the last month, she had had a lot of time to think about the accident that took place at CyberLife. Even though Connor had been prohibited of telling her anything, she had connected some of the dots on her own. If we got ambushed, they most likely knew that we were coming, and if they had that many people on deck, even more so.

With her head drowning in desire to know more, she quickly got dressed up and left the hospital with Connor, letting the android drive her car.

…

As soon as he saw his daughter, Oscar got up from behind his desk and rushed to hug her. “Thank god, you’re finally out,” he said.

“Dad, you’re hurting me!”

Oscar got away with a gasp and a scared expression on his face. He was terrified of hurting her, even if it was an accident. “Sorry.”

Layla smirked at her dad, and, as he walked back to his chair, she got to his destination first and sat on it herself.

“So, which one of you is finally going to tell me what happened last month?!” She exclaimed and looked at Connor. “‘Cause all I know is that there was another Connor there, with the Jins.”

Oscar was clearly not enjoying the situation but he was far too smart to think he had the upper hand there. With a hand gesture and pursing of the lips, he gave Connor the task of explaining what happened.

Connor turned to Layla and his LED flickered blue for half a second before he started speaking. “After you passed out I asked that other RK800 who he worked under, and he did confirm that he was part of the Jin Family.”

“No shit Sherlock. I could’ve figured that out without asking him,” she chuckled. “So, did you find out anything else with your amazing detective skills?”

The Android took a moment to answer. Long enough to feel unnatural, but short enough that it wasn’t awkward. “If you don’t interrupt me, I’ll be able to reach the conclusion sooner, Miss.”

Finally I get a reaction. She smiled maliciously at the android, gesturing to him to continue.

“After that first question, he started yelling at me, irrationally. He was saying things like ‘You’re nothing but a tool to them.’ and ‘Stop pretending!’. None of it made sense, but it did make it apparent that he’s a deviant.” Connor noticed the expression on his listeners' faces. “A deviant is an android who deviates from his programming. They develop emotions and start thinking for themselves, instead of obeying their owners.”

Layla looked at Connor, half surprised, half skeptical. “So it was him that got angry, not you, huh? You two sound exactly the same.”

“Yes, we’re both RK800 models, it’s only natural our voices would be the same, though my model is slightly different. One more thing I’d like to point out is that we were obviously compromised. Someone warned the Jins of our arrival, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to gather that many people.” The android stated.

“Yeah, I agree, but no one knew we were going there.”

“You’re wrong, Miss. Diego knew about it, but his betrayal is highly unlikely.” The android paused for a second and his LED flickered a bit. “My theory is that our location was given away by CyberLife itself. We got into the building without setbacks, and we tricked the receptionist, as well as the checkpoint androids, but… It just doesn’t sit well with me.”

The three pondered in silence while Connor’s LED flashed in a yellow color. Layla now had a thought in her head that terrified her. The first place we searched was the right place. The Jins find us immediately. Two Connors… All of it on the same day Connor comes to us… It can’t be him… not Connor....

“Mr. Evans, the Jin Family has a working relationship with CyberLife, correct?”

Oscar furrows his brow at the android, intrigued by its question. “Yes. It’s common knowledge that they’re partners.”

“Everything makes sense then.” Connor turns to Layla. “Miss, while you were in the hospital I tailed a member of the Jin Family and I found one of their hideouts, not too far away from the CyberLife building we searched.”

The blonde woman got up immediately. “What are we wai-” She took her hand to her stomach, in pain. “...Fuck,” she cursed, sighing.

“Layla, you shouldn’t go, you’re not fit for a fight right now.” Oscar said, in a stern voice.

“Sure thing dad...” She slowly walked past her father, rolling her eyes.

Oscar exchanged a look and a nod with Connor before the android left the office with Layla, on their way to snoop around the Jin hideout.

…

“Here we are, Miss.”

They had just gotten to their destination, and Connor had just stopped the car. Layla was looking skeptical at the building where the android’s eyes were set. She looked at him and at the building twice, before asking, with a furrowed eyebrow:

“Are you sure this is it, Connor?”

Connor didn’t move an inch, nor did hesitate to speak. “Yes, I’m quite positive. We saw a member of the Jin family entering this place and the person who seemed to come receive him was the android we saw at CyberLife.

The other android. The other Connor… Suddenly, the blonde came to a realization. Confusion, curiosity and slight anger all invaded her brain at once, jutting her forward in her seat, which made her curse in regret and pain.

“Hey! You fuckers never told me exactly what happened between you and your twin!”

Connor’s LED displayed some flickering without straying from it’s blue hue, and the android finally looked at Layla. “He is not my twin, Miss, we are merely androids of the same model, nothing more.” He paused, briefly. “After you passed out, we shot at each other a few times, to no effect, and afterwards we had both exhausted or ammunition, so he left.”

“Why didn’t you punch him?”

“My orders were to keep you safe, and with him gone I had no reason to fight anymore.”

“Pff, boring…” The blonde retorted, looking at the hideout.

The android’s LED changed color, from it’s usual blue to a not so common yellow. He was looking attentively at the blonde, and got closer, to her face, staring closely at her cheek. “Miss, your cheeks seem to be red. Are you feeling well?”

She hadn’t realized how close he was, and got startled when she looked back and saw him there.

“Fuck! What are you doing?!” She yelled.

“Like I just said, I’ve been instructed to keep you safe, to protect you. If you're not feeling well I’m to take measures to improve your condition. I’m just making sure of whether or not I should do anything about it.”

Layla could feel her face getting warmer by the second. “I’m fine! Just get away from me!” Stay there, please. She thought. “Now. Tell me why the fuck did the Jins build a hideout inside of a chinese restaurant!”

Connor went back to his initial position - he sat upright, looked forward and stuck his eyes to the entrance of the restaurant.

“What now, Connor?”

“We should wait until a member of the Jin family enters or exits the restaurant. That way we can follow him in and find out what it is that they’re hiding.”

“Well, sucks for the customers, I guess...” She sighed, lightly.

“There are no customers at this establishment, Miss. It is nothing but a front for their gang operations.”

The blonde nodded. The plan was good, but she wasn’t exactly back to normal after what Connor did. She could feel her heartbeat going at a quick pace, still. Dumb bitch, he’s an android! Why are you like this?!

Now wasn’t the time to indulge in her thoughts, though. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t very fit to do it in her current state, let alone with her emotions clouding her decision making. She needed to focus, and she did. Between defiled corpses or victims left willing to become as such, she had seen more than enough in her life as a cop to know that she had it easy.

...

The sounds of the city were almost overwhelming. Traffic was insane and the complaining was even worse, but every little thing was helping her find peace of mind, which was good. It was just a regular street in New York, nothing out of the ordinary, but it all felt, looked and sounded nostalgic and familiar. It was just a regular street in New York, nothing out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, Layla had to picture all of it, as it was dark now and the street was mostly deserted.

Some time went by, roughly an hour, before someone finally came out. The crowds were gone but the deafening noise of the city was still there. Connor went after him without delay. They were both ready - as Connor approached the unsuspecting korean man, Layla covered his back and both of them had their hands on their guns. The android got closer and closer to their target, walking fast but silently, not that he had to, but it was out of instinct, or… Programming? Whatever it was, it did the trick, as Connor managed to get close enough to cover the man’s mouth and drag him into a dark alley. Looking around to see if they had been followed, Layla went after them as quickly as she could. The android pushed the man against the wall, as the blonde approached them.

The man was struggling and trying to wiggle out of Connor’s imprisonment. “Sir, I’ll ask you to stay quiet, or else we’ll have to take measures to shut you up. Is that clear?” Connor threatened.

The korean man was terrified. His expression showed a mix of confusion and fear that was making him sweat. He nodded and calmed down. Connor removed his hand with a swift movement and pointed his gun right at the man’s forehead.

“Now, what-”

“Why do you fuckers have an android?” Layla interrupted, pointing a knife at the man’s throat.

Connor talked before their prisoner could. “Miss, I believe I-”

Layla looked Connor in the eyes, with rage swelling up inside of them. “I’m doing this, at the very fucking least.” Her eyes turned back to the man they had pinned against the wall. “Now, tell me. Why do you guys have an android?”

The man stiffened up. As soon as Layla stopped speaking he turned his head again to look at Connor, like he had been doing that entire time, with a perplexed look. “I don’t know!” He squealed.

Layla was staring the man down, trying to decipher whether or not he was telling the truth. Her ‘search’ was interrupted by Connor’s voice when he said “He’s lying, Miss.” She looked at him for a second and reciprocated his help with a “Thanks.” Layla looked at the Korean man with a fire in her eyes. Before the man - or even Connor - could realize it, she reversed the grip on her knife and stabbed the man between the legs, making him gasp.

Connor looked down to see what she had just done. There was no blood, just ripped pants. The blonde woman got very close to the man’s ear without removing the knife from underneath his balls. “If you try some shit like that again, I’m gonna stuff your little fucking friends down your fucking throat. Now… Answer the damn question.”

The man didn’t hesitate for a second. He spoke as fast as he could, in a very high pitch voice. “All I know is that his name is Kwan. I actually don’t know myself why we have him, but there is a man inside the chinese restaurant I just left who can tell you everything! He’s tall and muscled and has long black hair and a tattoo of a sea turtle on his inner left thigh!”

Her jaw almost dropped. A turtle?! And how does he know- Nevermind... She physically shook those thoughts out of her head. “Good boy.” She whispered. “Now, who killed Andrew Willem?” She asked in a much more serious tone.

“Evans’ Daughter’s bodyguard? It was Kwan!” The man whispered, as his throat was too dry for him to speak clearly. “He sniped him from the CyberLife building.”

“How many people are inside the restaurant, besides the man you mentioned? Is Kwan one of them?” Connor asked, just as Layla was about to speak. She didn’t get mad though, the question was pertinent.

After two seconds of pondering the man answered with ‘Six people.’ Not even a second after the man was done talking, Layla asked Connor if he had anything else to ask. The android asked their prisoner if any of them were armed and got the answer “At least five of them are. Kwan isn’t there.”

Layla eyed the man down for a second. “Connor, step back.” Though that was supposed to be a warning, Layla didn’t waste any time before plunging her knife into the man’s throat. She grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away as she yanked her knife towards herself, making the korean man fall to the ground, swimming in a pool made out of his own blood. Even Connor would’ve been impressed, has she not fallen flat on her ass, groaning in pain.

The android processed what he had seen. His LED even flickered for a second. “I could’ve just shot him, Miss.”

“Shut up.” She grunted. “You’ll have a lot of shooting to do inside that restaurant, I deserve to kill at least one of these fuckers.”

Connor gave Layla a helping hand and they made their way to the restaurant. The blonde was walking even slower than before… That fall had taken a toll on her, and so had that interrogation. She was glad she finally knew who had killed Andrew, and that she could put a name and a face to that person. The hard part was that Kwan was virtually no different from Connor.

Layla took her eyes off of the ground to see her partner almost entering the restaurant. “Connor, come here.” Upon hearing her words, the android quickly came back to her.

“What is it, Miss?”

Layla discretely handed him her gun. “I’m not gonna use it, so you might as well take it. You’re outnumbered, after all.”

Connor took her glock and walked away once more, just as fast as he had come. Layla stopped walking and just stared at his back as it moved farther and farther away from her, fading into the restaurant as his LED went from its usual blue hue to a bright red color.

#DBH #Detroit Become Human #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Connor

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projectomerta · 4 years ago

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DBH Bodyguard - Chapter 2: Off to a Good Start

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Words: 1778

For the second time that day, Layla found herself leaving the car with Connor, only this time he was the one leading the way.

On the way there, he had found out about the building Diego had mentioned, saying ‘CyberLife has buildings all over the country to facilitate the distribution of androids, as well as their maintenance.’

The plan they’d agreed to, was to gain access into one of the upper floors and eventually to the roof.

Following Connor’s lead, Layla found herself looking around the building. It looked just like any other corporate building - it had just enough decoration to give it an air of professionalism, without oversaturating it to the point of alienating the clients, she liked it.

The line was empty so Connor walked right up the receptionists’ desk.

“Can I help you?” Asked one of the ST300s at the desk.

“Yes. I’d like to get myself checked for damage.”

The two androids locked eyes with each other. For a split second, Layla thought they looked romantic, until their eyes and LEDs started flickering, the latter with a yellow color to it.

“Very well. Go through the checkpoint to your right and the elevators will be past it.”

The two made their way past the checkpoint and up into the maintenance floor.

“Now what?” Layla asked.

“We go up to the roof. The most logical place for a sniper to shoot from is a high point, so we should investigate it.”

“Not bad. Lead the way.”

It didn’t take long for Connor to lead Layla to the stairs. They climbed up thirty five stories until they reached the roof, and by the end Layla was starting to get tired and lost sight of Connor, who went ahead.

“Wait a bit, I’m ti-”

Thud. A metal door closed and she stopped hearing Connor’s footsteps.

“Plastic little shit…” She whispered to herself.

She opened the metal door herself and instantly felt the wind on her face, making her ponytail flutter. Connor was across from her, on the other end of the square roof. The android looked back.

“Miss, come over here, please.”

Layla clicked her tongue in annoyance, but approached him nonetheless.

“What is it?” She asked.

“That building there,” Connor pointed, “That’s Andrew’s apartment, if I’m not mistaken. Can you confirm?”

Layla squinted to make sure she was seeing right, the building Connor was pointing at was quite far, afterall. As soon as she confirmed that it was her heart sank. Not only could she see Andrew’s house, she could also see its windows. Or rather, the window. The window from which she watched him die, but also the window from where she saw him leave the house ahead of her many times before he died. A deep breath let itself out without her intending to show emotion, but she gave Connor an answer in a tone as normal as she could muster.

“Yep. That’s it. I guess we found the crime scene.”

She noticed Connor’s LED flicker before he began to look around.

“Yes, it’s safe to assume so. I’m looking for evidence that might lead us to the culprit of Andrew’s murder. If you see anything out of the ordinary, please say so.”

“Ok, I’ll take a look on the other side.”

She looked around for anything that could be a clue but there was nothing. The roof was completely clean as if no one had ever set foot in that place.

A few minutes went by until they searched every inch of that roof and Connor was just standing, looking around the place.

“Hey, there’s nothing here, maybe we got the wrong place,” Layla said, approaching him.

Connor took a few seconds to say anything.

“It just doesn’t make sense…” He started. “From here it’s clear that there couldn’t be many more spots to assassinate Andrew from. However, there aren’t any traces of human activity up here, it’s odd. It’s almost like there no one has ever been here.”

Layla stared at Connor for a moment, processing what he had just said. She felt her anger rising as the shadow of Andrew’s killer just barely escaped from her. Back to square one I guess…

“Miss?”

Layla was startled by Connor’s interjection. She lifted her face and looked at Connor, seeing the android’s slightly intrigued expression watching her. Maybe she imagined it, but at that moment he seemed weirdly more human than before.

“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking…” Layla paused. “Do you know where the fuck else Andrew could’ve been shot from?”

Connor blinked twice before responding. “Well, there are at least three other buildings that meet the required height for such a feat. Do you want to search them as well, miss?”

Layla nodded and Connor explained how the next building was merely two blocks away, so they could easily walk there and, as such, the duo began making their way out of the building.

As she was opening the metal door once more, she started hearing some voices and looked straight at Connor. He reciprocated the look with a nod, his LED flashing blue. The android walked in front of the blonde and opened the door for her with his empty hand on his glock.

The door creaked open, shutting up the voices coming upstairs. Connor looked back at Layla, nodding at her to follow him, and she did, with her own glock in hand. Why is he so ready for a shootout, how does he kn-

Suddenly all of her questions were answered. The voices resumed their talking and she knew why Connor was acting like that. The voices were speaking Korean.

Layla felt a chill go down her spine. She steeled her nerves and cleared her mind. Her anger only served to calm her down then. This was a feeling she was more than familiar with. At this point it was more of an accessory than a feeling - she wore it on her sleeve and could pull it out at any time.

They started climbing down the stairs, slowly, with Connor taking the lead. The voices quieted down once more. Connor suddenly went down an entire flight of stairs, quickly turning around and pointing the gun down. Nothing. They kept going.

Layla knew something was wrong. They should’ve seen them by now. They’re hiding in one of the exits, she just knew it. Nevertheless, they kept going.

After a few flights of stairs, the blonde was starting to think they had just ran, but that wasn’t in character. They might have just gone around us and back upstairs. She looked upwards. Again, nothing. She was starting to struggle to keep a clear mind, but her heart was doing a good job at compensating. It was going haywire, like it was going to pop out of her chest.

C-CLANK! Two metal doors slammed open almost simultaneously, scaring Layla, and making Connor’s LED flash yellow. One of the sounds came from up top, while the other one came from below. They know who we are. We’re trapped.

“Connor, take the bottom, I’ll take the top.”

Connor rushed down without a second thought. Without looking back. Wow… How nice…

Layla took her own words to heart and started climbing up the stairs as fast as she could. Those fuckers have the height advantage, I need to surprise them or else I’m dead.

Going up one flight of stairs was more than enough to spot two of the Jins. Two shots one kill. The first one hit a bigger guy dead center in the middle of the forehead. Though the second shot hit the wall. AS soon as she took her chance she ran back down, to where Connor was.

She heard two gunshots go off from beneath her, but kept going. One flight, two flights of stairs. Layla turned around in motion and took a pot shot at her assailant, which missed but made him step back. The korean man shot back at her, but she was gone by the time he did.

On her way to Connor, Layla saw four corpses. Moreover, all of them had bullet holes in their heads or heart. Freaky… Even as a mobster she had never seen such precision. He’s like a metronome - constant and precise.

Layla finally caught up. He was fine. The android was looming over a corpse, reloading his gun.

“Connor!” She called out, “Is this all of them?”

“There’s one more left outside, Miss. I’ll take care of this, just stay put.”

His tone ticked her off. “Connor... I’ve been in this for-”

Layla fell forward, letting out a guttural scream in pain. A bullet hit her in the stomach and her body fell flat on the ground as a bullet flew past her head. Connor saw the shooter coming from upstairs, and shot him as soon as they locked eyes, once again hitting his target right on the head.

He took a look at Layla’s body and dragged it out of the line of fire, putting her in a safer position. He stared at her for a second as he executed the health protocol of the Evans family: inform Sharon, let her do the rest. The android’s LED light flickered for a second as he contacted Sharon, letting her know by message where they were out and the severity of the situation.

Barely conscious, Layla groaned in pain. Her vision was foggy, but it was enough to see Connor get up and make his way outside. Or try. Before he got out, a bullet grazed his shoulder, making him bleed some sort of blue liquid.

The outside shooter approached the building, taking a few wild shots inside. All of them just barely missed Connor.

Connor went outside and Layla lost sight of him. A few seconds went by and nothing. Not a gunshot, not a scream, not a sound. She started dragging herself towards the exit, her gut bursting in pain at every slight movement. As she got closer, she started hearing Connor’s voice. Is that anger?!

She somehow got to the opened door and looked outside. Connor was pointing his gun at someone and Layla noticed something peculiar - the man was white. Wait! What?! What the fuck is going on here?

He was wearing a red cap, a dark green sweater and ripped jeans, but the man was most definitely familiar. From the face to the voice. Same height, though there was no LED on his temple.

The man standing in front of Connor was Connor.

Layla couldn’t do anything but let out what felt and sounded like a dying breath, passing out and leaving Connor to deal with himself.

#DBH #Detroit Become Human #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Connor

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projectomerta · 4 years ago

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DBH Bodyguard - Chapter 1: Replacement

Here’s the fanfic I promised, hope you like it. Just as a reminder, I will be posting every Monday until the fanfic is over. (which shouldn’t take long.

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Words: 1804

“Hello, Mi-”

“Hello, Steven. I’m here to see my father.”

Steven looked at her with a tired look.

“Very well, Miss…” He sighed, “Mr. Evans will be expecting you.”

Without a word, the blonde woman made her way to the elevators. Both elevators were on their way up but she waited with her arms crossed, furiously tapping her foot. Eventually, one of the elevators came down and she took it all the way to the top floor.

She left the elevator and made her way to her father’s office. A blood red carpet decorated the floor and there were paintings, portraits and photos of the Evans’ family ancestors on the beige walls.

The blonde arrived at the last checkpoint before reaching her father’s office - his secretary. Sharon insisted on making her life harder by treating her like she did everyone else. Bitch please... She put on her best smile and greeted her.

“Good morning, Sharon.”

“Hello, Layla. Oscar is waiting for you.”

It’s Ms. Layla to you, bitch.

Brushing Sharon out of her head, she angrily opened the door and walked straight to her father’s desk, ignoring the man standing right besides the mahogany desk.

“Dad, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

A fist came down on the table as she let her anger out on the table. Oscar looked at her, unphased. He adjusted himself in his chair as he started talking.

“Layla, hear me out…”

Layla gestered in anger, making her ponytail waver as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Hear out, what?! Andrew died last fucking week! And you’re already sending me a replacement?!” She looked at her father, looking for a reaction she never found, “I worked with him for two fucking years, dad!” She paused again. “I’m still mourning, I need to be alone!”

“Layla,” Oscar pointed at the man besides him, “He’s an android sent to us by Dimitri, from CyberLife.”

The blonde woman finally turned her eyes to the other man in the room. She furrowed her eyebrow and let out a huge sigh.

“So now we’re using androids, how lovely…” Suddenly, her eyes narrowed as she remembered something. “Wait, wasn’t CyberLife backing up the Jin Family?”

Oscar slammed his fist on the desk. “Layla, just listen to me, please,” he paused, pointing a finger at his daughter, staring her down, “I’m not asking you to start working now, I’m asking you to get used to it.”

Layla rolled her eyes. Ignoring my question, how original… “You’re telling me this plastic twink is supposed to be my bodyguard?”

Oscar looked at his daughter, sternly, and even she knew better than to press him. “We need an advantage over the Jin family! Having an android is like having a soldier free of cost. It doesn’t eat, drink or sleep. We just need to do basic maintenance, which isn’t hard!”

Layla’s eyes strayed away from her father and on to the android. His hair was brown and so were his eyes. He had fair skin, almost pale, which contrasted with his jet black suit and tie. Almost as if he were guessing that she was done sizing him up, Connor approached her for a hand shake.

“Hello, Miss. My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Dimitri.”

She looked at his hand for a long second before finally reciprocating the android’s gesture. She displayed clear surprise when their hands made contact. It’s cold.

With the end of their introduction, she suddenly looked at her father with a slight smile on her face.

“Guess what, dad? It’s your lucky day!” She paused to savor the anticipation seeping from her father’s face, “I wasn’t planning on taking any more days off.” Her expression darkened, “I’d already planned to go after Andrew’s killer.”

Oscar was worried, and it showed. “Layla, please be careful,” he sighed, “Take Connor with you, at least.”

Layla bowed slightly, in a dramatic way, “But of course, Boss.” Oscar clicked his tongue and gestured towards the door, telling her to leave. She knew her father hated it when she called him ‘boss’, so she made sure to always say it when she wanted to piss him off.

Following her father’s instructions, Layla and Connor made their way out of the office, through the red carpet paved floor, onto the elevators.

“So, Connor, how do you like investigations?” She said, crossing her arms, curious for an answer.

“I was originally programmed to assist in law enforcement. I should prove useful.”

Layla nodded her head, pleasantly surprised at the android’s answer. The elevator reached the bottom floor and she went straight to her car, followed by Connor.

“Should I drive the car, Miss?” Connor asked.

“No, you can’t Connor.”

The LED on his temple flickered for a second before he got into the passenger’s seat. They were silent for a good portion of the ride, but Layla eventually broke the ice.

“So, what do you already know about me? Ask anything that could help you with the investigation.”

Connor turned his head to her. “Layla Jane Evans. Born on the 22nd of December of 2008. You were born and raised here in New York, and you’re the heiress to the Evans Corporation, the real estate company founded by your great grandfather.”

Layla chuckled. “You know it’s a front, right?”

“Of course. I’ve been informed and, slightly reprogrammed, to better adapt to the criminal nature of your actual work. You’re mobsters.”

They stopped at a red light and Layla looked at Connor. “You got any questions?”

“Yes. Who’s the victim?”

Layla felt a knot forming on her throat and gulped. She looked in front of her again. “Andrew Willem, my previous bodyguard…” She paused, “The one my dad thinks you’re replacing,” she chuckled.

The android’s light flickered. “Is there anything else I should know about the case, Miss? Do we know how he died or any other details?”

“He was shot in the head. He was leaving his house when it happened.”

“There must have been witnesses if it happened during the day. Is there anyone we can talk to?”

“He was sniped from afar, there’s no way we’d know for sure.”

“How do you know this?”

Layla bit down on her lip. “I saw it happen from his window.”

“Why were you in his house?”

She bit her lip with even more strength than before and the car started moving again as the light went from red to green.

“It shouldn’t take long to get there…”

The android’s LED flickered in a yellow hue.

“That wasn’t my question.”

Layla could feel her eyes start watering, so she took a deep breath to stop herself from crying.

“Just… Shut up Connor.”

The android silently stared at her for a few seconds before looking ahead once more, as his LED returned to its usual blue color.

“Yes Miss.”

…

They got out of the car in a busy part of town. WIthout a word, Layla made her way through the sidewalk, with Connor walking behind her.

“Miss, can I ask you a question?”

Layla hesitated, but gave the android permission with a simple ‘Yes.’

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“You’ll see when we get there. There’s no point in explaining.”

Connor remained silent for the rest of the walk, in the midst of the chaos that was NYC. At a given moment, the blonde woman stopped in front of a hairdresser, only to completely ignore its existence and go into an alley beside it. Barely a minute afterwards, they found themselves at a bar.

The bar looked surprisingly good on the inside, though it was completely empty, with the bartender making up the total headcount in the place.

“Oh, Miss Evans!”

“Is this your source of information, Miss?” Connor asked, looking at the bartender.

Layla ignored his question while she looked around. “Congratulations on the new place, Diego.”

The burly mexican man looked Connor up and down with a suspicious look, which caught Layla’s attention.

“Don’t even ask about him…” She rolled her eyes. “It was another one of my father’s brilliant ideas…”

Diego sighed and smiled at her, with a knowing look on his face.

“So… How can I help you?”

“As you know, Andrew was killed. I wanted to know if you had heard anything about it.”

Diego pressed his lips together and sighed deeply. Layla quickly realized that he knew something but didn’t want to say it, or maybe couldn’t - whichever it was, it didn’t matter. She needed that information and she needed it immediately.

“Diego, please tell me what you know.”

The mexican man pressed his tongue on the inside of his upper lip, as he thought. “Layla… I’ve heard from more than one person that the Jins were involved.”

Layla’s face contorted itself in anger, and she got out of her sit without so much as a sound to Diego, or Connor.

“Layla!” Diego yelled in a strong voice, petrifying the blonde.

She had known Diego for a very long time and she had never heard him talk like that to anyone, let alone her.

Diego got close to her and started adjusting her collar and her sleeves while he spoke. His eyes were getting watery.

“You’re getting yourself into a dangerous business,” he sniffled, “I can’t stop you and God knows I wouldn’t even dream of trying, but please, be careful…”

Layla’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Diego almost crying. In a lot of ways, Diego had been just as much of a father to her as Oscar.

Diego let go of her. “The Jins own nothing around Andrew’s house. Word is that they got an outsider to kill him.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, and turned around.

As she opened the door, she felt Diego grabbing her wrist, and expressed her confusion with a ‘Hmph?’

“I… I’m not sure I should tell you this with that thing here, but-”

“Worry not, Diego. I’m fully loyal to Miss Layla and the Evans Family,” Connor interrupted.

Diego stared at Connor with a mix of intrigue and confusion before looking at Layla for confirmation, which he got in form of a nod. “One of my most trusted clients told me that the tallest building in that area is... partially owned by CyberLife.”

Connor’s LED lit up and flickered with a yellow hue as he received that information, and Layla raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Yes! The light at the end of the tunnel had decided to show itself. Finally something to grasp on, after a week of weeping, and her father had given her the perfect tool for the job, though accidentally.

Leaving the bar, the blonde was already fantasizing about the moment she found the person who killed Andrew - she pictured a stone pavement drenched in blood, decorated by the killer’s body.

#DBH #Detroit Become Human #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Connor

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Detroit: Become Human - Bodyguard coming on November 30th

My next fic is going to be a DBH one. The chapters are gonna be somewhat longer than in Kindred Souls, so there’ll be a lot less chapters. I’ll be posting every Monday from the 30th until it ends.

Layla Evans will be the name of the main character this time and she’ll be played by Hayden Panettiere. Credit to whomever made this GIF, I didn’t get it from Tumblr.

#Detroit Become Human #DBH #Fanfiction #Fanfic #oc #original character

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Kindred Souls - Final Chapter (14): Departure

It’s the last one. Hope ya’ll liked it :)

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1875

“Fuck!”

Wá:ri woke up as she fell out of bed. She sat up and felt the scar on her forehead. She could feel a bump too. Dismissing all of that, she got up and got properly dressed, it was an important day, after all. Living in the Rhodes manor for that past month had been bittersweet, but that too ended that day.

She went to the living room to have breakfast. A maid stopped to greet her before she got there. “Good morning, Miss.” The maid started, “The Young Master is eating already.”

“Good morning, Matilda.” Wá:ri greeted. “It’s just ‘Master’ now, get used to it.” Both them chuckled at each other, and Wá:ri finally sat down to eat.

“Good morning, Robbie.” Wá:ri waved.

Her brother nodded. Wá:ri still couldn’t look at the wound on Robbie’s neck without feeling guilty for it. He still couldn’t speak, or at least not clearly, so he chose not to do so most of the time. She didn’t regret what she had done, but she certainly didn’t feel good about it. But alas, it was done.

When Wá:ri finished eating, she heard Matilda opening the door and talking to someone.

“Oh, Mr. Shay. Please come in, they shouldn’t take long.”

Wá:ri approached Shay as Matilda went upstairs. “Good morning, Lass.” Shay told her.

“Hello.” She reciprocated.

Wá:ri noticed Shay looking attentive at her forehead, much like her brother was doing earlier. “What is i-”

“Did you fall off the bed again?” Shay interrupted.

“...” She hesitated. “Yes.” Wá:ri saw Shay furrowing his eyebrow and knew exactly what he wanted to know. “Yes, I had nightmares again.”

He sighed, knowing well how it felt to be in her position. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. They both wanted to stay like that for a bit, but they let go when they heard Robbie and Matilda coming down the stairs.

“Ah, the man of the day.” Shay exclaimed, as they shook hands. “Are you ready?”

Robbie nodded with a smile on his face. Wá:ri too had a smile on her face from seeing that interaction. The first time they’d met after Shay shot Robbie, she was nervous of what her brother’s reaction would be, but he was surprisingly understanding, and even tried speaking. Though he couldn't, they could make out what he meant from reading his lips - “It’s fine…” She had thought it would have been hopeless for Robbie to forgive her, let alone Shay, so it was shocking, in a good way. With that, they left.

Just like that, Wá:ri found herself in the place where it had all begun, a little over a month before then - Collins’ house. It was a place where she’d been both a prisoner and a resident, for a few days. Funnily enough, instead of the bittersweet feeling of the Rhodes manor, it felt cozy, for some reason. Shay knocked on the door and a few seconds later, someone came to the door.

A maid appeared and smiled at them before turning to someone in the house. “Master Collins? Mr. Shay and the Rhodes are here.”

“Oh, good. I’m on my way,” Collins responded. “Hello. Come in!”

Collins greeted all of them on the way in, but when it came to Wá:ri’s turn, she couldn’t help but avoid looking him in the eyes. There, inside the house, they went to the living room, while Wá:ri stood just outside, listening. A few people were already sitting down and a few papers were sitting on the table, near a vacant seat. They greeted the five gentlemen from afar and Collins apologized for Robbie not being able to speak. When the three of them sat down, someone immediately asked a question: “So, why are we here, Collins?”

“Well, Robbie here is the head of the Rhodes family.” Collins started. “With the unfortunate deaths of his father and older siblings, he had to take on the task of carrying on the family business.”

“How does that concern us?” Another man asked.

“Well, Myers, Hughes and Hill are gone as well and of those three only Hughes had a successor. His daughter is taking up the family business.” He paused, now speaking to everyone. “The boy is merely seventeen and I can assure you that he was raised to one day serve this purpose, Addams made sure of that.”

“If he can’t speak he can’t lead.” The same gentleman spat.

“The boy was shot in the throat, it’s already a miracle he’s alive! I was the one who took him to a physician, they said he’d get better in due time.” Shay sighed. “Besides, like Collins said, the boy is seventeen. Someone would have to help him, even with the education he was given, and Collins has offered to do just that.”

“Exactly, I’ll just have to prolong it a bit until the boy gets better.” Collins said, before a smile showed on his face. “Besides, we’re talking about a merchant fleet of more than a dozen ships…”

The five gentlemen looked at each other in surprise.

“Well, if that’s the case then… Sure. I’ll accept him.”

One by one, everyone gave Robbie their consent for him to join their group. The boy brought the papers closer to him and signed each one of them in his beautiful handwriting: Robbie Alan Rhodes. Shay snickered to himself.

With the deal closed, Collins asked that his guests waited a bit for him to see Shay and Robbie off, warning them that it could take a while, but that he would be back before lunch.

Now outside, Collins turned to Wá:ri. “Shall we get going?” he asked with a smile.

The four of them started walking and Shay got closer to Wá:ri with a smile on his face. “What is it?” She asked.

Shay let go of a chuckle and got closer to her ear. “Francis’ middle name was ‘Adam’ and Robbie’s is ‘Alan’. This may be news to you, but I think your father may have been a bit of a narcissist, don’t you think?”

Wá:ri didn’t react for half a second, before laughing.

“What is it, lass?

“My middle name was ‘Alice’, Layla’s was ‘Aria’ and Kevin’s was ‘Axel’. I never noticed, but they really do all start with ‘A’.”

Wá:ri got self conscious of the conversation when she remembered Robbie was listening. She set her eyes on her brother only to see him in a fit of silent laughter. I don’t deserve him. Sometimes she wished Robbie resented her more. Or at all. He had seemingly forgiven everything and it was daunting for her to see how differently Robbie had dealt with family betrayal than she had done. Nonetheless, she was grateful to have him as a brother.

“Ah, there it is!” Shay exclaimed.

Wá:ri had been so in her own head on the way there, that she didn’t really notice that they had arrived at their destination - the port. Yet another place in the city that brought her mixed feelings. It was the place where she closed out hundreds of deals as ‘Miriam Rhodes’, but it was also the place where she killed her younger brother...

“We’re almost ready. It shouldn’t take too long, but take your time, captain.” A sailor told Shay.

“So... You’re really going, huh?” Collins asked Wá:ri and Shay.

“Aye… I haven’t gone to Lisbon in a long time, and she needs to get away from this place, for a while.” Shay put his arm around Wá:ri. “It just makes sense for us to go.”

Collins didn’t look too convinced, but he didn’t press the matter.

“Collins… I’m sorry for everything my family did to your friends… And thank you so much for taking care of Robbie.”

The old man smiled at her. “We’ve seen each other nearly every day since your brothers’ funeral, and this is the first time you looked me in the eyes.” Wá:ri couldn’t help but smile back. “When it comes to your family, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t resent them, and I don’t quite agree with the way you and Mr. Shay here dealt with everything. But you did your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

It took her everything not to cry, but she managed to hold it in. But that’s when she turned to Robbie.

“Robbie I-”

“I-it’s fine.” Robbie started, in a very raspy voice.

Wá:ri gasped.

“T-thank you f-for everything.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Seeing her brother muster up everything he could to thank her was just too much, nothing could stop her from crying now. Wá:ri wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him the tightest hug she had ever given anyone.

“Lass, it’s time to go.” Shay told Wá:ri.

With that, Wá:ri and Shay said their farewells to Robbie and Collins.

Wá:ri stood behind Shay as he gave orders and listened to reports. It really drove home how experienced of a sailor he was. With wind softly blowing in her face, she put her hair behind her ear as she took a look at New York City for the last time in, hopefully, a long time. She had seen that view time and time again, but the roofs were also the thing that always stood out to her, for some reason. They were just roofs, nothing more, but to her they were special, not that she would ever tell that to anyone.

“Homesick already, lass?” Shay asked, embracing her from behind.

“I’m more sick of home than homesick, to tell you the truth…” She turned around slowly, staying within Shay’s embrace. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Shay’s gaze drifted above Wá:ri’s head, and into New York. “I won’t know for sure until we get there, but…”

“But?” Wá:ri insisted.

“Seeing you try to tie up loose ends with Collins after what you did made me want to do something about Lisbon.” He looked back at Wá:ri. “I’ve been told the city has been rebuilt for quite some time now, but there’s always room for improvement. That’ll be my job.”

Wá:ri smiled at Shay and the two took a long look into each other’s eyes. Sh felt calm and comfortable in Shay’s arms. Wá:ri was just about to tell Shay something, but before she could get any words out of her mouth, he kissed her.

“Wow. Are you trying to make the sailors jealous?”

“I-” Wá:ri interrupted him with a kiss.

“Lass, don’t do this right now, I have a ship to sail…”

Wá:ri chuckled, walking away. “Good luck sailing with all of this on your mind.” She joked in an ironic tone.

“Lass, I make my-”

“Sure, sure. Just get this thing going. I need some rest and a docked ship just doesn’t feel right.”

Shay smiled watching her walk away. Lisbon, huh? Going back seemed surreal… but it was the right choice. With Wá:ri inside and every sailor at their post, the ship departed from the port of New York and onwards to Portugal… To Lisbon.

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Rogue #oc #original character #fanfic #fanfiction #Shay #Shay Cormac #Shay Patrick Cormac #Last Chapter #thanks

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 13: Closure

Next week’s chapter will be the last one.

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1953

Wá:ri was walking to Rhodes' manor with a hand on her belly and the other one around Shay’s shoulder.

They could both see the house at the end of the road. While it meant nothing to Shay, that house flooded Wá:ri’s head with memories from her childhood. The first day she arrived, the day she was told about the Assassin Brotherhood the Rhodes were supposed to carry on with, all of the training and playing she did with her siblings… Everything was just numbing her more and more.

What Shay was looking at was different however.

“Has the bleeding stopped, lass?”

Wá:ri didn’t look at him nor did she check her hand for blood. “No, it’s still going.”

“We should stop and-”

“Don’t you dare stop me here!”

Shay knew she was going to be against it, but he had to try. They continued to walk forward, to the final destination of their little adventure. Now that he thought about it, Shay realized that him and Wá:ri hadn’t known each other for a full week. He felt like he had known her for a lifetime and despite everything, he was glad to have met her.

The manor loomed over them as they approached the front door. It had always been big but it seemed twice as big that night.

“Shay, let go,” Wá:ri asked.

Shay slowly let go of Wá:ri and she knocked on the front door. The door was already open. Shay immediately pulled out his cutlass and one of his flintlocks, but Wá:ri walked in first, with no weapons in hand.

There wasn’t a single light in the house, apart from the moon’s. It felt eerie and sinister, and the air felt heavy. It was silent, but there was one door open. In front of them, in the leftmost part of the entrance room, there was an area where they could freely go in, as it had no door - the living room.

It looked like an invitation, like a trap, even. But Wá:ri took her first step towards the living room, but she was stopped by Shay. When she looked back, Shay was trying to give her his flintlock. Wá:ri looked him in the eyes. Shay pursed his lips and nodded, and she took the weapon for herself, since he had another one.

Wá:ri and Shay approached the moonlit living room, with each step weighing more than the first. Wá:ri was struggling with her wound and Shay was struggling with himself. He wanted nothing more than to grab Wá:ri and take her out of there, but he couldn’t. She had gone too far now, and he knew far too well what that felt like.

Shay walked ahead of Wá:ri, as they entered the living room, pointing his flintlock forward, straight at the end of the table.

“It is quite rude of you to point a gun at your host’s head, Templar.”

Wá:ri hadn’t even had time to see who or what was in the room when she heard her father speak. He was sitting down, with his usual confidence. His hair was styled backwards and had retained most of its color even in his old age. Addams Rhodes was just as imposing as always and the moonlight only enhanced that trait of his.

Wá:ri couldn’t control herself the moment she saw Addams - the confusion, the betrayal, the pain, the despair - everything she had hated for those last few days had been because of that man - her father.

“Why?!” She yelled, “Why did you try to kill me?!”

Addams eyed his daughter for a brief moment, before speaking. “You would have never understood me, Miriam. Your mother raised you to be a ‘good person’ , and she succeeded.”

“What kind of complaint is that,” Shay interjected.

Addams ignored the Templar like he wasn’t even there. Like he wasn’t holding a gun to his head and that bothered Shay, something was off, but he let Addams continue with his spiel.

“I did love you at first, Miriam… But as you got older I saw you grow more and more different from the rest of us,” Addams paused, “You had no interest in money - in the family business!” He got suddenly more aggressive, “You had no ambition! That’s why I could never bring myself to love you anymore…”

The silence filled the room as Wá:ri's chin started dwindling until it eventually just fell, leaving the woman with her mouth wide open in surprise. In front of her, the man who raised her for almost two decades, the only man she had ever called "father" in her life, had just admitted that he couldn’t love her. However, the biggest shock of all weren’t his words, but his eyes. Those dark round beads, shared by all of the Rhodes, were shedding tears like Wá:ri had never seen before.

“Father, I-”

Wá:ri stopped speaking as she felt something.

“Shay, Robbie is pointing a gun at me,” Wá:ri said with a high pitched voice.

Shay clicked his tongue and dropped his weapons without looking back.

Addams wiped his tears with his sleeve. “Kick your weapons away,” he ordered Shay, “Miriam, drop your flintlock as well.”

With another click of his tongue, the Templar obeyed, fearing for Wá:ri’s life. I knew something was off...

“You’ll pay if you hurt her, Assassin!”

As Shay threatened Addams, Robbie made his sister walk to the other side of the room, next to their father.

“She has a stab wound in her gut, be careful!”

“Shut up, Templar!” Addams yelled.

“Oh, so you know I’m here,” joked Shay, “I’m glad you’ve noticed my presence. Now, don’t you dare hurt her!”

Wá:ri had never seen Shay that angry. She could tell he really was worried about her, not only from his words, but also his tone, and his body language - he hadn’t moved a single centimeter ever since she had been threatened. Though he was angry, he also knew better than to scare her brother into shooting her.

Addams stood up and forcefully grabbed Wá:ri by the chin, making her face him.

“You were meant for so much more…” He whispered, “Would it have been so hard to just dedicate yourself to our cause? To give me what I need?”

Wá:ri looked at her father, heartbroken, but with a newfound determination.

“Is the value of your children based on what they give you?” She asked.

Addams looked at Wá:ri like she was mentally ill. Like she had a problem and was saying something completely out of line, or at least that’s what it felt like.

Meanwhile Shay was trying to approach, but Robbie was keeping an eye on him the whole time, while he held his pistol to his sister’s head. He looked serious and wore a focused expression. Shay was somewhat impressed - is this really the kid I fought earlier?

Wá:ri contorced her face in disgust, “You’re sick, Addams…” She spit right on his face, “You never deserved to have any of us. And because of you… They’re all dead.”

“LIES!” Addams yelled at the top of his lungs, “It is all YOUR fault, Miriam! You could have just let yourself be a normal person and do everything for the sake of the family! You could have lived a happy life like your siblings did before you killed them, you murderer!"

Wá:ri snapped, “Yes, I’m a murderer! But who the fuck do you think made me into one?!” She paused, waiting for a reaction, “Huh?! Who do you think pushed me to kill my FUCKING SIBLINGS?!”

Addams let his left hand fall from his daughter’s face and slapped her with his right hand, making her fall to the floor.

It was then that Shay first saw an opportunity to act and he did so, instantly. With a swift movement, the Templar reached for the flintlock Wá:ri had dropped, got up and aimed it right at Robbie, cocking the gun and firing it as soon as he could.

The bullet hit the boy’s neck, making him let go of his own gun and falling to the floor in screeches of pain.

Wá:ri got up as soon as she heard the gunshot and, with no hesitation whatsoever, tried stabbing father in the heart, but the pain from her wound slowed her down. Addams saw what his daughter was about to do and he grabbed her before she could do anything, pointing a hidden blade at her throat.

Wá:ri groaned in pain.

“Well, well. Let us not be hasty, now…” Addams smiled at Shay.

“You sick bastard!” Shay yelled.

Addams laughed at Shay, “You helped a girl kill her siblings! How am I the sick one?!”

Shay was beyond himself with anger. He couldn’t believe that man solemnly believed that what he was saying was correct. He was looking right at Addams’ forehead, trying to find a target, when something called for his attention - Wá:ri’s eyes. Her eyes were calling to him, it felt like. Those dark eyes had entranced him the moment he first saw them, but what he saw in them now was nothing short of confidence. Shay could tell Wá:ri was about to do something and he was weary. He didn’t know what she was going to do or if it was a good idea but he had no choice but to trust her.

Wá:ri’s chest raised significantly as she took a deep breath, and she tried to ignore the pain in her gut as she did so. She was looking Shay in the eyes… He gave her courage, inspired, she even felt love for the first time, so it was especially hard looking at him then… Goodbye Shay. With that final morbid thought, she closed her eyes in order to focus.

Robbie’s screeches were gone from her head. So were Shay’s eyes and her father’s blade at her neck. Finally she let go of the pain in her gut, and took another breath.

“Come on, try your luck, Tem-”

Addams’ petty insult was interrupted by a powerful elbow to the stomach, which made him gasp for air. With that, Wá:ri quickly grabbed her father’s hand with all of her strength. The man tried slashing her throat, but it was to no avail. Before he could stab her with his other blade, Wá:ri quickly spun around the man, placing his right arm in a lock and grabbing his left one with an equally strong grip.

Shay pointed his flintlock at Addams. “As you can see, I don’t need to try anything. The lass can make her own luck...”

Addams tried to click his tongue, but he couldn’t as he was gritting his teeth too hard from the pain.

Wá:ri took a fleeting second to remember everything that man had put her through, good and bad. A few days ago she had struggled to decide what she was even feeling about that man, but now not only did she know what to feel about him, but also what to do with those feelings - she felt disgust and anger, but also sorrow that a man that gave her such a good life was such scum… What she needed to do, well… She needed to kill him, and so… She took her hand off of his, and with a swift movement she slashed his throat, letting him groan and screech to death.

As soon as she killed her father, everything felt cold. She felt weak and the last thing she heard before falling to the ground was Shay calling for her.

“Lass!”

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 12: Francis the Great

This one is my personal favorite :)

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We’re dying tonight…

Wá:ri wanted to turn tail and run away with every fiber of her being, but she knew she couldn’t.

“Not bad, lad.”

Francis was smiling from ear to ear. “Thanks, old man! I’ve got more where that came from.”

Without a second thought, Francis pounced at Shay, aiming for his unguarded left side. Shay tried to avoid the strike but his opponent’s saber managed to graze his left arm. Wá:ri saw Shay’s blood on the floor and since he dodged she had a clear view of her brother. Move your fucking legs, Wá:ri. GO! She kept beating herself up for being frozen in place due to fear and that was when she finally worked up the courage to join the fray.

With as strong of a swing as she could muster, Wá:ri threw her Tomahawk at her brother’s head. As she threw the axe she looked at Francis’ face and briefly remembered moments from their childhood. Target practicing, sparring, hide and seek, taking care of Kevin and Robbie... There was even one time when Francis had thrown her doll away and Wá:ri had even teamed up with Layla to get back at him - they cut his hair while he slept. She could still hear his screaming from that day: “Aaaaaagh! My hair!”

Now however, Francis was an obstacle, and she refused to think of him in any other way. The Tomahawk made its way to Francis’ face but he could see it clearly. He swung his saber at the Tomahawk but he didn’t account for the force behind it. His right saber snapped in two as the axe flew past him, barely missing his head.

For the first time during that whole fight, Francis had lost his footing and Shay wasn’t going to let an opportunity like that go by. He pulled out his flintlock and pointed it right at his opponent’s head, readying it to shoot. Wá:ri saw Shay cocking his flintlock and she thought they finally had him, but then she took a look at her brother’s face and knew she was wrong. Wá:ri was astonished when she saw Francis reversing the grip of his sword as he quickly put it in front of his head.

The gunshot went off, hitting the blade and knocking it off of Francis’ hand and leaving the Assassin with only half of a blade.

Francis wasn’t having fun now. He had gotten far too close to death for his own taste. Though he wasn’t used to facing death, he knew the feeling coursing through his body like the back of his hand. Everything looked slow to him. From Francis’ point of view the old man he was fighting and his cute little sister were moving so slow it hurt. He could see the templar beginning to thrust his sword at him and he could hear Wá:ri taking her first footsteps towards him. Aah… What to do now? In that fragment of time he considered what to do, he even considered giving up but ‘There’s no fun in that now, is there?!’

Wá:ri started running towards her brother with hidden blades out ready to gut him, and Shay was just as ready to stab him, as his arm was mid thrusting motion in the direction of Francis’ head.

In a flash, Francis let go of his broken saber and jumped at Shay with all of his might. Shay’s cutlass thrust missed his opponent but his body reacted before his head could - before he realized he had jumped back and Francis was now standing in front of him with his arm extended towards him and his hidden blade out, losing his balance and falling on his knees.

Francis showed something neither Shay or Wá:ri had seen since the start of the fight: fear. His expression showcased how he was expecting to have killed Shay with that move but the Templar’s experience spoke louder and had gotten the best of him.

Wá:ri was now looming over Francis. She was ready to kill him so she went through with her intention. Wá:ri went straight for his heart with her hidden blade, cutting through the air as well as the fond memories she still had of him.

Her attack came to a close when she felt the blade cutting through bone, an unpleasant feeling accompanied by an equally unpleasant sound. I did it!

“Lass, move!” Shay yelled, as he lifted his arm up to swing his cutlass.

Wá:ri hesitated, but she trusted Shay so she jumped back, however, she couldn’t. She felt a hand holding on to hers and it was only then that she realized that Francis had blocked the hidden blade with his left hand. Fucking monster… she thought. Francis turned his head slightly to the right to look at Wá:ri. She felt a cold sweat go down the side of her face and a knot forming in her throat. And she also felt cold steel pierce her abdomen.

“Agh!” She yelled.

Just as he stabbed Wá:ri, Francis let go of her hand and tried blocking Shay’s cutlass with his blade, but the Templar’s blade went right through his arm, lopping off his limb and lodging itself in his shoulder.

“Hpmh!” He groaned in pain less than a second after his sister.

Shay ran to Wá:ri, leaving Francis behind rolling on the floor screaming while he held his wound.

Wá:ri fell to the ground as well, as she tried her best not to yell.

“Lass, we have to go see a physician. Come,” he said as he tried holding her up by the shoulder.

Wá:ri grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, “Shay, just patch me up.”

Maybe Shay should’ve pushed the issue further but he knew that expression. The look in her eyes was all he needed to see to know she wasn’t going to budge.

“Take off your robes,” he said.

Shay took his sash off and used it to bandage Wá:ri.

After Shay was done, Wá:ri scuttled up to Francis, who was now lying on the ground face up with his arms and legs spread out.

“Why did you kill those innocent people for our father?” Her voice trembled slightly.

Francis snorted, and looked at his sister. “I didn’t. I killed them for myself.”

Wá:ri was confused. One one hand, killing for their father’s sake was bad because that would mean killing for the sake of the business, but, on the other hand, killing for his own sake could make him even worse than their father.

Francis forced out a laugh. “You don’t get it, do you?”

Wá:ri hesitated for a few seconds but she ended up admitting that she didn’t understand. “No.”

“Well, it’s quite simple,” he started, “Father might have made us kill innocent people for the sake of the business, but it was more than that to me. Sure, improving the business wasn’t all that bad for me, since I’m the eldest son, but above all else… it made me feel like I was playing god…” Francis stopped before continuing, “I’ve always liked doing things I shouldn’t… The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.”

Wá:ri couldn’t stop a smile from forming on her face, “Idiot.”

Francis slowly let go of his smile before looking straight at Wá:ri’s eyes.

“Miriam… How did Layla die?”

Both Shay and Wá:ri felt like curling up into a ball at that moment.

Wá:ri had promised herself she wouldn’t cry for them anymore, but she broke her vow to herself. Tears started forming in her eyes as she told Francis how Layla had met her end. She told him everything without hiding a detail, ending with the gunshot to the stomach and the short conversation they had shared before she bled to death.

“She deserved better… God she deserved better…” Francis looked at Shay, “I’ll resent you until I die, which shouldn’t take long, but I couldn’t call myself a man if I didn’t thank you for giving her a proper funeral.”

Shay nodded, without knowing what to say.

“Miriam, kill me,” Francis said, in a serious and authoritative way.

Wá:ri was taken aback, but she was resolved to do it from the start. It was going to hurt her like nothing before, but she had to go through with it.

She scuttled around to the other side of her brother’s body and placed her left hand on top of his heart.

“Any last words?”

“Tell everyone you know about the man who was Francis Rhodes!” Francis genuinely laughed, “Tell them how good he was at everything! How he was the oldest son of a nice family and how he could get any woman in the city.” He paused, and his expression grew gloomy, “Tell them how he died with nothing and that he couldn’t tell the woman he liked how he felt…” Francis sat back up so he could be at eye level with his sister, “Above all else… tell everyone that Francis Adam Rhodes was his own man.”

Wá:ri and Francis traded friendly smiles for the last time in their lives and with that, it was over for him.

“Goodbye, Francis.”

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 11: The Last Wall

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“Stay still,” said Shay while he was bandaging Wá:ri’s forehead. The cut was deeper than he previously thought, but it wasn’t that bad. Wá:ri was experiencing a mix of grief, disgust and confusion. Her mind was fogged by what she had just done. She had failed to follow her own plan, she killed her brother, and now Robbie was gone, probably to warn their father about her.

Without saying a word, Wá:ri approached Kevin’s body and retrieved her Tomahawk from his skull, putting it back in its socket without wiping the blood. Shay approached her, and lifted her chin up with his hand, looking attentively at her face. In a worried tone he asked: “Lass, the color’s escaped your face, are you fine?”

“No, I’m not fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“What?” Shay reached for Wá:ri as she walked towards where Robbie was, “Wait, you’re in no condition to go after him!”

Wá:ri gave Shay a killer look, but he couldn’t tell whether she was really looking at him or through him. “Shay, let me go. I have to find Robbie before he tells my father about Kevin and Layla,” she said monotonically.

Shay couldn’t contain his anger any longer. “Wá:ri! You look like a ghost! I’ll say it again, you’re in no condition to go after Robbie!” He pointed at Kevin, “And shouldn’t we give your brother a proper burial?!”

Wá:ri turned her eyes to Kevin’s corpse and images of his death minutes ago continued to flood her head. The moment where she killed her brother kept replaying in her head. From the blood squirting out, to the sound of his head being crushed under her Tomahawk, every little detail was there, time after time. Her head felt like quicksand, she got stuck on every little emotion or thought and couldn’t get away from them. As a result, none of them surfaced, and her expression showed nothing but a blank slate.

“Leave him be. We don’t have time.” Wá:ri turned around and walked away, letting Shay’s arm fall from her shoulder.

Shay looked at Wá:ri as she walked away. She was but a shell of herself. Poor lass… After watching her for a few long seconds, he decided to go with her, walking by her side, but letting her lead. Wá:ri stopped where Shay had knocked Robbie out, and she crouched down looking for something her brother might have left behind, something that could lead them to him. She noticed some blood on the floor. She almost said something but Shay interrupted her thoughts.

“He went west, into the city.”

She was surprised. It is the most likely option, but how does he know for sure? Fortunately for her, Shay noticed the hint of surprise in her eyes and decided to explain himself: “The blood stain on the floor has marks in two directions. He must have picked up his sword behind him and ran back into the city.”

Wá:ri was impressed, but she didn’t say anything besides a “Oh…” which escaped her mouth, almost involuntarily.

Barely any words were shared between the two as they ran into the busy innards of New York City that night. Wá:ri would glance at the roofs every now and then to see if she could spot Robbie, but it was to no avail. Those roofs would’ve brought her some comfort in any other circumstance, but she felt nothing looking at them that night.

It wasn’t very cold, but there was a slight wind blowing through the streets, which could both feel on their faces. They were going in the general direction of Rhodes' manor, but they were checking side streets and alleyways, as well. While Shay was searching somewhat at random, Wá:ri was expertly navigating the streets, despite her mental state.

“This is the last part of the main street before we get there,” Wá:ri informed Shay.

Shay nodded in agreement and continued looking as she did the same. They checked everywhere they could for blood or any other clue that might lead them to where Robbie could have gone. The logical course of action would’ve been to go straight to the manor, but they were thinking Kevin could have made some sort of plan B, in case his plan went wrong.

The wind got suddenly stronger and whistled through the streets of New York. Wá:ri looked to the roofs once more, wishing she could climb up and look around, but the streets were much too busy for that. As she made her way out of a dark alley, she started looking for Shay, who had gone into an alley himself, on the other side of the main street.

“Did you find anything, lass?”

“No. It’s hard to look for anything with this many people around.”

She looks more relaxed. But is she? Shay thought.

“Where to next?”

“We’ll follow the main street and go right in the very next alleyway, and follow it all the way home,” she answered.

The two made their way through New York, into the place Wá:ri mentioned. It was larger than most of the alleys they had searched through that night, but not nearly as big as the main street. Wá:ri knew the house in which she lived for nearly two decades lied at the end of that street and she was starting to feel anxious because of it. As they progressed, the number of people outside decreased, until they reached a point where it felt like they were the only ones outside that night.

“Is it always this empty here?”

“Apparently my stepmother preferred the suburbs to the center of the city, but my father couldn’t just live on the border of the city, so they compromised.”

Shay raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Stepmother?”

Wá:ri let out a very slight laugh, “Ah, yes, Kevin and Robbie’s mother. She died while giving birth to Robbie, so I never met her.”

“I see.” Shay was happy that Wá:ri was talking again. He let himself walk a step behind so he could look at her properly, admiring her for a second, until she stopped dead in her tracks. Shay looked forward and it didn't take him long to notice a man wearing assassin robes.

"Shay, it's Francis…"

Francis was leaning against a house when they showed up. Upon noticing them he slowly walked to the middle of the street, opening his arms in a welcoming manner, very theatrically.

"Well well well! What do we have here?!" he started, "My cute little sister and a charming Templar man!" Francis faked a gasp, "An Assassin and a Templar! Forbidden love sure is beautiful..."

While his words were nothing but jokes, Wá:ri felt intimidated by her older brother, but Shay wasn’t scared. All he knew about Francis’ skills was from what Wá:ri had told him but he could tell at a glance that he was in very good shape, so he made himself weary.

Wá:ri pulled her Tomahawk out of her belt. “Francis, it’s two to one, don’t even try it.”

Francis burst out into laughter. “Please! Like I’d lose to a little girl and an old man. Sister…” His smile relaxed ever so slightly, “Don’t play with me.”

Wá:ri felt a chill go down her spine. She was shaking from fear. The three were at a standstill for what felt like an eternity to Wá:ri. Shay noticed how nervous she was and he wanted to put an end to it. If he won’t move, I will. Shay pulled out his flintlock and shot at Francis, but the assassin managed to move out of the way before the gunshot even went off.

With the opportunity given to him by Shay, Francis ran towards his sister with his sabers in hand.

“Shit.” Shay quickly put his flintlock away and brought out his sword and dagger.

Shay jumped in front of Wá:ri, blocking Francis’ first strike at her.

“A dagger?” Francis laughed, “Good luck with that, old man.”

“I make my own luck, lad,” Shay said, pushing away Francis.

Wá:ri was still frozen in place, but now it wasn’t due to fear. Now she was in awe at the two fighters she had in front of her. That simple interaction was more telling of their skill than anything she could’ve asked for.

Francis’ expression changed. His smile wasn’t cocky now, it almost looked like that of a playful child. He jumped back into the fight with Shay, trading blow for blow with the templar. Both Shay and Francis were impressed with each other. Despite the situation, there was a sense of respect between the two of them.

Wá:ri was watching them fight, looking for an opportunity to jump in and help Shay, but there wasn’t one. Francis’ fighting style was more fluid and every move connected almost seamlessly to one another, while Shay’s was more rugged and violent, but just as fast. In Wá:ri’s eyes, they looked like a moving painting. The contrast between the two was nothing short of beautiful to her.

Shay’s blades continued clashing with Francis’ sabers as they continued to fight. Shay eventually managed to kick Francis in the stomach, making him jump back, but the Assassin bounced back like it was nothing, suddenly he was right in front of Shay again, attacking even faster. Or so Shay thought.

They continued to trade blows equally, when Shay noticed Francis was getting faster and faster. Wait, how?! It wasn’t long before he realized the truth, he was the one getting slower. The biggest difference between him and Francis was obviously their age and it was finally starting to show.

Wá:ri hadn’t noticed that Shay was getting tired as the fight went on, so when Shay’s dagger was sent flying and landed at her feet, she couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

“Come on Mr. Templar, don’t let it end so soon!” Francis mocked.

Looking at the dagger by her feet, Wá:ri felt a looming fear growing within her - the fear of death.

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 10: Depleted Genius

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

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The moment Wá:ri noticed that the client was Robbie, she knew they had been lured by Kevin. She started panicking and looked up in hopes of finding Shay. She needed to tell him that it was a trap, but she was afraid of being caught if they saw her moving.

“Miriam, we know you’re there, just come out.”

Kevin’s words sent chills down her spine, but at the same time she was relieved that Shay knew they had been lured into a trap.

Though Wá:ri was nervous about the situation, she wasn’t too surprised that it was a trap. She knew she should have listened to Shay, and to her own gut, but it was too late. Kevin had always been the smartest amongst the Rhodes siblings and he had outsmarted her once more.

“If you don’t come out we’ll come looking for you, we know you followed us…” Kevin insisted.

“Miriam, come out please… Explain yourself,” Robbie stuttered.

Robbie still had some faith in her. He wanted to hear her side and that made her happy. The thought of it being a trap might have come across her mind if it had been any of her other siblings speaking, but not Robbie.

Coming out of hiding would mean compromising Shay’s ability to act, and that’s the last thing she wanted. Her only move was to wait for Kevin and Robbie to look for her and for Shay to catch them by surprise.

“It’s a shame you can’t even work up the courage to confront us, Miriam. I guess I judged you wrong… I guess we’ll go looking for you.”

Wá:ri knew Kevin was playing mind games with her, but his words cut deep. She could faintly hear footsteps getting closer to her and she pulled out her Tomahawk. Though Kevin won most of the sparring between the two of them, they were never easy wins so Shay would have plenty of time to jump in, if needed.

The footsteps got louder and louder, so she stood up as much as she could, behind the boxes. Wá:ri felt a drop of cold sweat run down her face. In all the years she spent as an assassin, nothing compared to the pressure of fighting her family. Not only was it heartbreaking, it took a toll on her body. The footsteps kept coming until it got to a point where Wá:ri noticed a shadow being cast on the ground and that’s when she decided to act.

Wá:ri took a step back, readying herself to strike her opponent. Suddenly, someone came from behind the boxes. She instantly Kevin and lunged at him with no hesitation. The sound of metal clanging echoed as Kevin parried his sister’s strike with his sword. As Wá:ri pulled back for another strike, Kevin kicked her in the stomach and tried stabbing her neck with his right hand hidden blade. Wá:ri wasn’t having it. She grabbed his hand and took a huge step forward headbutting her younger brother on the forehead, knocking him back.

Both of the siblings had just had an intense trade of blows and were ready round two when they heard a scream come from a fair distance.

“No! Don’t kill me! Please!”

Kevin had a horrified expression on his face. His cool attitude was gone and Wá:ri knew very well why: that scream had come from Robbie. Kevin looked Wá:ri in the eyes before walking back where he came from to see what was happening to their brother. The split second in which Kevin looked at her face, Wá:ri took a look at his face, noticing everything from his dark eyes to his messy brown hair. She walked after Kevin, to see why Robbie was screaming, though she knew what it was.

On the other side she found Robbie on the ground shaking, with his nose bleeding and Shay standing over him with his flintlock pointed at him and the boy’s sword in his hand. Wá:ri was hit by a wave of mixed feelings when she saw that scenery. She knew Shay was just helping and that Robbie was the most innocent in all of it, but he was still a Rhodes. Everything only served to confuse her even more but seeing how Shay didn’t kill him right away made her happy, in a way.

“Drop your weapons, lad,” Shay ordered Kevin.

Kevin didn’t move an inch from his spot. Shay cocked his flintlock and Wá:ri took that as a queue to act: she got closer to her brother and pointed her hidden blade at his throat.

“Drop everything Kevin.”

Kevin laughed, “Like you’ll do anything. Traitors are spineless by nature, even more so if they’re Templar sympathizers like you.”

Wá:ri felt like she was being stabbed even though she was the one pointing the blade at her brother.

“Has Layla come back home, Kevin? I can’t imagine she has, you know?”

Wá:ri couldn’t believe she had just said something that low, but after the words that her brother had just said, her pride spoke louder than she’d like to admit. Kevin dropped his sword.

She could feel Kevin’s rage building up, and she thought she saw his expression change slightly, but the height difference didn’t let her see his face from there.

“I’m sorry Robbie…”

What is he say-

Suddenly Wá:ri felt Kevin’s weight push her back. She looked up just in time to see his body rotate as he kicked her in the face and she dodged just in time, or so she thought. Kevin had a hidden blade in his shoe which made a cut across Wá:ri’s forehead.

“Argh!”

“Lass!” Shay yelled.

In a panic, Shay picked Robbie up by his collar and pushed him forward just to knock him out with a hit to the back of his neck, like he had done to Wá:ri, when they first met. You’re lucky she wants you alive, lad. He threw away Robbie’s sword and turned to Kevin, looking for a clear shot at him, which he couldn’t find, so he made his way towards the fighting siblings.

Wá:ri was enraged, and had dropped her Tomahawk when she got cut by her brother. She wiped the blood out from her eyes in time to see her brother approaching with his sword back in his left hand. He thrust it at Wá:ri who could have dodged it, but she took another approach. For the second time that night, she grabbed the hand of her opponent, stopping the attack. Kevin aimed for Wá:ri’s heart with his hidden blade but she grabbed both of his wrists. In that moment, she decided to resort to her only advantage over Kevin: her strength. She gripped and twisted her brother’s arms with all of her strength, making him groan in pain and drop his sword as he slowly got down on his knees.

Unfortunately, Kevin wasn’t out of moves to make. Before his knees touched the floor, he let himself go, hitting the floor with his ass, knocking Wá:ri off balance and making her stumble forward, in his direction. As she got close he kicked her in the stomach with both feet which made her loosen her grip as she gasped for air, and he took that opportunity to pick up his sword.

Wá:ri was on the ground now, wiping from her eyes the blood that came down from the wound on her forehead. She looked up just as Kevin was about to stab her. Fuck! She despaired. She couldn’t move away in time. She closed her eyes. She gave up. Goodbye…

Before it could pierce her heart, Kevin’s sword was sent flying. Wá:ri heard something, and opened her eyes. She saw Shay’s back. The Irishman stood between her and Kevin, wielding his cutlass and dagger. A sense of relief and safety came crashing down on her as she kept wiping blood out of her eyes.

“Damn Templar…” Kevin jeered.

“You’ve said enough, lad.”

Shay spoke in a low and serious tone. He may have come off as cold, but somehow Wá:ri knew he was angry.

Shay attacked Kevin with a flurry of attacks that the poor boy struggled to defend against. After a few blows Shay noticed something: Wá:ri had held back. He knew her strength from the brief fight they had had when they first met and he knew Kevin’s was no match for it. It saddened him that Wá:ri couldn’t bring herself to seriously fight her brother, but he could understand her only too well. Shay’s empathy for Wá:ri’s sadness and anger translated into anger towards the Rhodes family, making his blows faster and faster with each strike, pushing him back with each one.

“Die Assass-”

Blood came spurting out of the boy’s head. From the side, a Tomahawk came flying, hitting Kevin’s head, killing him instantly.

Wá:ri, now standing where she had dropped the Tomahawk, was looking at her brother, who she had just killed. Shay’s look of disbelief went right over her head as she was completely focused on what she had just done.

“I did it, Shay…” She said in a weak voice, “I did it…”

Shay hugged her. “Yes, lass... You did it.”

After a long hug, they let go of each other. The hug helped Wá:ri calm down. It’s done, for today. That thought echoed for a few seconds in her head before she realized they had forgotten something.

“Shay! Where’s Robbie?”

“Calm down, lass, he’s right over-”

Shay was pointing at where he had knocked out Robbie, but there was nothing there.

Robbie had escaped.

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 9: Prelude

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

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Wá:ri woke up, feeling good, for a change. She sat up on the bed while rubbing her eyes and then she looked around the room. Shay’s room. The Irishman was fast asleep next to her. Wá:ri got up quietly, without making noise. She walked to the other side of the bed and pulled the bed sheets up to cover Shay.

She ate by herself in the kitchen, while she thought about the day ahead they had ahead of them. Her and Shay had planned on going after her siblings, before they came after them. With Layla gone, they had no choice but to go on the offensive. Her sister’s word choice had made them think she had come after them accompanied, but it had turned out she had come alone. But she knew Layla had told someone. She must've told Francis…

“Good morning, lass.”

Shay’s greeting scared Wá:ri, making her jump in place.

“Oh! Good morning.”

Shay approached her and kissed her on the lips, taking her breath away. It was only when he pulled away that she noticed he was still shirtless and his hair was untied. She was frozen for a second, looking at him.

“What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Shay asked, with a devilish smile on his face.

Wá:ri came back to reality with those words. “No, I’m fine. It’s just… I was thinking of what’s to come.”

“You don’t have to do this la-”

“Yes I do, Shay.” Wá:ri interrupted, getting one step closer to him and staring him dead in the eyes, “I have no choice but to do this… All of those people we killed died in vain, but the Rhodes will die for a good cause.”

Shay glared at her, seemingly angry. “And what good will that do?! Do you think their deaths will make you feel better about yourself? I can tell you from experience that you won’t feel any better when they’re gone.”

Wá:ri was heated. “I just don’t want them to kill any more innocent people!” She opened her arms and shook her head in a confused gesture, “And don’t you worry about my feelings! I know I’ll feel like shit, but that’s not the point!”

Shay still looked angry, but regretful about what he said, “Wá:ri, I-”

“Fuck you,” she said, pushing him out of the way, and storming off of the kitchen.

It was nearly dusk when she finally came out of her room. After arguing, Wá:ri simply went to her room and stayed there. She came out for a meal, around noon, but neither of them directed any words towards each other.

Now, she was getting ready. This time, she chose to do her hair like her mother, and many of the women from her village: two low braids, one on each side. It had barely been a full day since she had gotten that outfit and it was already growing on her. The pants were tight and so were the boots. The sleeveless jacket was perfect, as it allowed her to move her arms more freely and the light grey color of it all made her feel reborn. Although she could do without the red touches, here and there.

Wá:ri walked down the stairs and saw Shay, fully dressed in his Templar garments, by the kitchen. It was when she got to the bottom of the stairs that Shay noticed her coming. She wanted to say something to him as an apology for how she acted earlier. She didn’t think she was wrong, but she was aware of how harsh she had been.

“Shay?”

“Yes?”

He looked saddened, and maybe a bit hurt.

“I’m sorry about earlier, but I need you to understand something,” she said, now standing in front of him, “I know that you’re worried about me, but I don’t matter in this situation.”

Shay was taken aback. “Everyone matters, lass. Don’t say that.”

Wá:ri knew then, that they simply saw things differently, but she still needed his understanding. “The way I see it is that my feelings are nothing compared to the lives of those my family have killed… Or could kill if I don’t get to them first.”

Shay had a distant look about him. “I can’t help but see myself in you, lass…” He looked away as he sighed, passing his hand through his shaved beard, “I’ll help you… Just know this won’t be easy for me, either,” he laughed.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“What’s the plan, then?” Shay asked.

Wá:ri had spent all that time in her room thinking about her next step. She knew from the start she had to go after her siblings before getting to her father. Afterall, they were the ones carrying out the killings. If she had to choose a first target, it would be Francis, as he was by far the biggest threat. If any of them have a chance against Shay, it’s Francis.

“We’re going after Francis, my older brother,” she started, “He’s usually at a tavern or by the docks, at night. But that would be under a normal circumstance…”

“Maybe he’s at home, would it be too risky to attack them head on?”

Wá:ri was worried about Shay’s safety as well. She really didn’t want anything to happen to him, especially not because of her. “It would be too dangerous. Francis alone could take you on, and I’m not sure if I can take on Kevin… And there’s also Robbie…”

Shay looked surprised, “Robbie?”

“He’s my youngest brother,” She looked at Shay with a scared expression, “He’s only seventeen... He’s not bad as an assassin, and he is very loyal to my father. I don’t know if I can kill him, he was as much in the dark as me…” She covered her face with her hands, hoping that might stop the tears from pouring out.

“Lass I…” Shay stopped himself from talking, and hugged her.

Thank you Shay… Thank you so much...

After a few seconds, Shay let go of Wá:ri and she recomposed herself.

“Alright, let’s not think about it now,” she sniffed, “Let’s look for Francis around the docks, hopefully we’ll find him,” she said.

It was almost evening, but the sun was still setting on the horizon. On any other occasion, that view might have been romantic, but not then. The duo made their way around the place, with Wá:ri taking the lead, as she was more familiar with the docks. They weren’t sneaking around by any means, as the docks were still filled to the brim with merchants and sailors. They eventually made it to a spot, on top a shipyard, from where they could spot the area where the Rhodes’ usually did business, and coasted there, watching everything.

They waited for a whole hour until everyone started leaving. “No luck today, I guess…” Wá:ri sighed.

“I make my own luck.”

Wá:ri laughed. “Please…”

Shay reciprocated the laugh, which ended up not being a long one. She had spotted something.

“Kevin!” Wá:ri suddenly pointed out.

The second youngest of the Rhodes siblings was walking outside in his uniform, which meant he was closing out a deal. He was accompanied by a man about the same height as him, but he was wearing a large tricorn hat, so she couldn’t ascertain his age.

Wá:ri’s eyes were glued on her younger brother. “Shay, we have to take this chance…”

Shay had started sighing a lot more ever since he met Wá:ri, and at that moment, he added another one to that collection. “Shouldn’t we back off and wait for a chance to take down Francis, first?”

“Maybe, but Kevin is off guard! Kevin is never off guard!” She exclaimed.

Shay hesitated “Alright, let’s tail him then. I’ll take the roofs, since you know the ground better than I do.”

Wá:ri nodded in agreement and jumped down from the building, but not before Shay could tell her to be careful. She wasn’t too keen on taking the advice, though. She actually planned on killing Kevin as soon as she had the chance, as seeing him so vulnerable was rare. So much so that it was the first time she had seen it in almost two decades of living with him.

She tailed him for a bit, walking in between shipyards, boxes, and hiding behind houses and other buildings. Sometimes she could hear Shay jumping from a building to another. After a while, Wá:ri, they had simply walked from one side of the docs to the other, and it was completely deserted - there wasn’t a single soul in sight, besides their targets, who had stopped moving, and seemed to be talking.

Something was off, but she didn’t know what was going on. She walked closer to her targets, risking detection. She got behind a stack of boxes, left outside, and tried peeking at Kevin and his client from there.

Kevin looked the same as in any other day, but something about his client caught her eye. He was wearing quite baggy clothing, like a tunic, and the tricorn on top of it all looked ridiculous. It seemed like he was trying to hide some-

Wá:ri’s heart went haywire by pure instinct. The thought ‘It’s almost like he’s trying to hide something’ made her take a closer look at Kevin’s client. Upon taking a closer look at his face, she felt her body heat up from top to bottom as she noticed who it was. Those eyes. Those dark eyes, like hers and Kevin’s. She realized at that moment that… Kevin’s client was none other than their youngest sibling - Robbie.

It’s a trap…

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 8: Dress Code

I’m bad with romance

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1409

Goodbye sister. Wá:ri had mixed feelings about Layla’s passing. She felt at peace, but she didn’t know how long that was going to last. After the previous night, Shay had put Layla in a barrel and now they were watching it drift away in the ocean. The Rhodes had a long tradition of throwing bodies into the ocean instead of burying them, so they decided to honor their tradition to some extent.

It was still dawn, they hadn’t slept at all, nor eaten for that matter. Shay and Wá:ri were now on their way home, not too far away from the shore. Wá:ri barely had any strength left to think let alone walk straight.

The wind was a bit harsh that morning, so she embraced herself, but the cold didn’t bother her for long, as Shay got closer to her, putting his arm around her and staying like that for the remainder of the walk.

Not many words were shared on the way back, and as soon as they got home, each went into their own rooms and slept.

Later, around noon, Wá:ri woke up and didn’t even bother putting on her robes, she just walked downstairs in her undershirt and went straight into the kitchen, only this time there was actually food there.

The maid greeted her. “Good morning, miss. Please wait in the living room with Mr. Shay, I’ll bring your meal shortly.”

Wá:ri was pleasantly surprised by the maid’s disposition. She went to the living room and sat in front of Shay at a simple round table the Collins’ used when there were no guests around.

“Good morning, lass.”

“Good morning.”

There was a pause before one of them resumed the conversation.

“Shay, I’m going after my family.”

Shay let out a small sigh. “Revenge is never easy, you know that, right?”

Wá:ri looked straight into Shay’s eyes, “I know, but it’s not a choice at this point.” She clenched her fists.

Shay’s eyes saddened ever so slightly, as Wá:ri got angry. He leaned into the table. “Wá:ri, you’re taking on more than just killers. Like it or not, they’re your family, you still like them, whether you realize it or not.”

Wá:ri’s eyes didn’t falter. She was determined to do whatever it took. No more dawdling around. The Rhodes need to pay!

The maid came into the living room and set the lunch on the table.

“Thank you,” said Shay and Wá:ri in unison.

The maid let out a laugh, on accident, which she took back almost immediately. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Shay dismissed the maid, as Wá:ri’s face got red from embarrassment. The two started eating, when Wá:ri suddenly startled herself.

Shay laughed, “What happened?”

“Yesterday, right before my sister showed up, why did you call out to me?”

“I saw a footprint by the cellar’s entrance,” he explained, “I’m assuming Layla hid there for a bit… Though I thought it was a man’s footprint, at first,” he confessed.

Wá:ri almost choked on her food, from laughter. “As kids, me and Francis would always call her ‘bigfoot’ whenever we wanted to piss her off.”

Shay laughed and they continued with their meal. “Say lass, would you like a new outfit?” Shay asked.

Wá:ri furrowed her brow, “What?”

“Wouldn’t your family recognize your assassin robes?” He asked.

Wá:ri was surprised. “Yes but… I thought you were against this.”

Shay smiled, faintly. “I am, but I know I can’t stop you, lass…”

“Thank you, Shay…” She looked away for a second, “What did you have in mind, then?”

“I was thinking about going to the Templar headquarters by the docks, to see if they had anything.”

Wá:ri feigned a look of disgust, “Shay Cormac, do you seriously expect me to wear such filthy clothing?! I’m appalled you’d suggest such a thing!”

Shay laughed, “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Sure. Let’s go now, then.”

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her by the wrist, “Are you going dressed like that?”

“What? Do you expect me to waltz into Templar headquarters with Assassin robes on?!”

“Fair point, lass,” he said. “Let’s go.”

At the headquarters, Shay was questioned about who Wá:ri was, but he justified her presence by telling them he was just helping a homeless woman in need of clothes.

They went into a storage room and looked around for women’s clothes. After searching for twenty full minutes, they took a look at what they had found: two outfits. The first one was too loose, and the second one was more of a dress than anything. The only thing they found that fit her was a pair of leather thigh high boots.

Shay felt slightly embarrassed that they had gone all that way and found nothing, but at least it looked like Wá:ri was having a good time. He was in a trance looking at her when she got up and walked towards another trunk of clothes.

“Shay?” Wá:ri .

“Hm?” He asked.

“I asked you to help me look through men’s smaller sizes to see if anything could fit me…” She asked in an impatient tone.

Lass, if only you knew what you do to me…

They had searched for another five minutes when they came together once more with seven outfits to choose from. After taking a long look at all of them, Wá:ri chose the only one that had no Templar motifs. She may not be an Assassin, but she’s no Templar either, that’s for sure…

“I’ll take this one,” she said, picking up the outfit, “Though I should fix it.”

Shay looked as Wá:ri took a knife to the outfit’s shoulders and cut them off. She then took a sewing needle and quickly mended the damage she had done. He looked as she put on the outfit over her undershirt. It fit surprisingly well. It was light grey with red details. The back of her jacket went down to the back of her knees, much like his own clothes. When she went to put on her boots, she suddenly stopped.

“Shit…”

Shay noticed her blushing slightly. “What now, lass?”

“Well... I forgot to change out of my own pants,” she said, almost inaudibly.

Shay laughed, while Wá:ri looked stared at him, imobile. “Why are you staring at me, lass?”

"I'm waiting for you to look away!"

"Oh, right. Sorry." Shay turned around.

A few seconds went by and, when she was done, Wá:ri told Shay he could turn around.

He was amazed, to say the least. Not only did those pants show her off more than the ones she wore before, the boots really complimented her. Shay's eyes made their way up Wá:ri's body, appreciating everything along the way, and stopping at her face. Her beautiful brown eyes stared at him, and she had arranged her hair in a ponytail, as well.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Mr. Templar. How kind of you to offer clothes to a woman in need.” Wá:ri walked towards Shay and kissed him on the cheek, as part of the joke. They put the clothes they had taken out of the trunks back in their place and went back home.

They arrived home around evening. The maid wasn’t there to serve them dinner, so they helped themselves to some leftovers from lunch. After dinner was over, they made their way upstairs, while making conversation.

“Never thought a high class Lass such as yourself would stoop down to eating leftovers,” Shay teased.

“Well, there’s plenty you don’t know about me, peasant.” Wá:ri said, speeding up the pace, walking in front of Shay.

Shay had tried to remain respectful of Wá:ri’s situation, but he couldn’t anymore, he just had to make a move. “I’ll never find out by myself, lass. You’ll have to show me.”

Wá:ri got to the top of the stairs first and looked down at Shay, with a smile on her face. “I happen to have scheduled a visit with a certain Templar in this house a few days ago, you wouldn’t know where I could find him, would you?”

Shay got to Wá:ri and kissed her on the lips, softly embracing her at the same time. He looked into her eyes, completely enthralled by them.

“It’s quite late for a visit. Maybe you should stay the night...”

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 7: Fading Sun

You may notice an increase in violence and gore going forward, so consider yourselves warned.

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1301

Wá:ri could see the disbelief on Shay’s face as he looked at the blade pointed at her throat.

Layla eyed Shay from head to toe. “Nice catch sister! You got yourself a good one.”

Wá:ri rolled her eyes and Shay recomposed himself.

“Sorry, lass, I’m afraid I don’t like blondes,” he joked.

Layla forced a smile while she pulled Wá:ri back, keeping the blade pressed against her throat. “That’s a crying shame… I love men with dark hair.”

Wá:ri felt the need to step in. “Layla, Collins is gone, there’s nothing for you to do here.”

“On the contrary, sist-”

“Don’t call me sister, you bitch,” Wá:ri snapped, “Out of all five of us, we were the only ones who never got along, why are you pretending like you’re offended?!”

Shay was impressed. He was biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Layla dropped the fake smile, but she kept her eyes dead set on the templar. “Alright then, Miriam. This isn’t about Collins anymore. We’ve decided that your existence is just going to hurt father, so we’ve decided to kill you.”

Wá:ri felt a chill go down her spine. She had never heard Layla speak in such a cold and serious tone. She had always had a cheeky attitude towards everyone, but especially towards her. At that moment, she remembered one time where Layla almost broke her arm while playing hide and seek because she insisted that she had seen her, when she hadn’t. Back then, Wá:ri admired her sister to no end. She was tall, blonde and everyone fawned over her, all in spite of being younger than Wá:ri. No wonder she felt special, though, she was the only blonde in the family, of course she stuck out.

I need to distract her so Shay can do something. Wá:ri was thinking as hard as she could, but her hunger and fatigue were catching up to her, so she couldn’t think properly. Suddenly she looked at Shay and noticed he was looking around the house, without moving his head too much. What is he looking for? It was then that her sister’s words echoed in her head: we’ve decided to kill you. Wá:ri realized then that Shay was looking for other possible opponents.

Wá:ri’s blood started boiling, and the adrenaline kicked in. The possibility of her sister having brought help wasn’t null, but amongst all the possibilities there was one that scared her the most. And, unfortunately, it was the most likely: that Francis might have come as well.

Out of all five of the siblings, Francis was by far the strongest fighter. He wasn’t as fit as her or Layla, and he wasn’t as smart as Kevin, but he had a natural talent for killing that couldn’t be compared to a simple advantage or skill.

“Layla, just get it over with. If you’re going to kill me just do it now.” Wá:ri risked saying.

Layla laughed, “You want me to kill you right here so your templar boyfriend has a clear shot at my head? Miriam, please! I wasn’t born yesterday,” and she kept walking towards the entrance, while keeping her eyes on Shay.

Wá:ri was looking at Shay, not knowing what to do at that point. She looked into his eyes and noticed how he was already looking into hers. She was entranced for a second, before realizing how he was trying to tell her something. She couldn’t really figure it out from looking at him, so she thought for herself. My words are clearly not getting to Layla, like usual… What should I do? The gears in her head kept turning and turning, until she thought of a solution. Well… Here goes nothing.

As her sister kept dragging her to the entrance, Wá:ri took a slightly larger step backwards with her left foot, raised her right leg and slammed it down on her sister’s foot.

“AAGH!” Layla screamed.

For less than a split second, Wá:ri felt the blade at her throat starting to cut and she held her breath in fear, but a noise even louder than Layla’s screaming made her heart skip a bit - a gunshot.

It was then that she looked once more at Shay, and she saw him wielding his flintlock in his right hand. In the same instance where she noticed the smoke, she noticed something warm running down her neck, and suddenly, she was pushed forward. Though it felt like an eternity, all of that had happened in a flash.

Wá:ri looked back at Layla as she regained her balance. She saw the bullet wound in her right shoulder, and realized what the warm sensation on her neck was. She placed her hand on her nape and looked at it. It was drenched in her sister’s blood.

Layla groaned, “Damned, Templar!”

Shay raised his other pistol, “Die, assassin!”

Time seemed to freeze for Wá:ri. She could see Shay pointing his gun at Layla’s head. She could see Layla standing her ground instead of running away. She could see a glint of hatred in Shay’s eyes. And she could see his finger getting closer and closer to the trigger. In a split second decision she reached for Shay’s arm as her sister reached for her own pistol.

“SHAY, DON’T!” Wá:ri screamed.

The deafening sound of another gunshot filled the room, before being drowned out by another one.

Wá:ri felt something go past her, so she looked forward and saw that it was Layla’s pistol. The realization of what it was brought her back to reality. Wá:ri looked around the room, trying to assess what had happened. She looked left and right a couple of times before she saw everything.

First, she saw that Shay was fine, which relieved her. Secondly, she looked at her sister, who was kneeling down on the floor, with her hands on her stomach, drenched in blood.

“Layla!” Wá:ri called out, as she got up to approach her sister.

“Wá:ri, stop!” Shay grabbed her shoulder.

Wá:ri shook off his hand without looking at him, and approached Layla.

She kneeled down near her sister and looked her in the eyes and, against everything she knew, she started crying for Layla.

“Don’t patronize me, Miriam. You said it yourself. - nghh! - We’ve never liked each other…” Layla whispered.

“I don’t know why I’m crying either…” she chuckled. “Maybe I did like you.”

Layla reciprocated the laugh, with the little strength she had. “I won’t last long…” She looked upwards. “Templar, shoot me.”

Wá:ri was caught off guard. She looked back and Shay had been standing behind her the whole time, with her flintlock pointed at Layla’s head. He was waiting for her approval.

“Don’t you dare,” she said coldly, with a shaky voice.

Shay clicked his tongue.

Wá:ri turned her attention back to her sister. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?”

Layla looked her sister in the eyes and remembered their childhood. Every time they butted heads, every time they laughed together, every time they cried together. Maybe we didn’t hate each other, huh? Tears poured out of her eyes. She got closer to her sister and whispered in her ear:

“I’m fine…” She paused. “Miriam, if you love that man, forget everything father told us about the templars. I’ll always regret not chasing love, so make sure you do.”

Wá:ri was already crying, but it was then that she started sobbing uncontrollably. She hugged Layla for the first and last time in her life. She got up without looking at her and walked past Shay without looking at him either.

“Do it.”

“Lass…” Shay started, “she’s already gone.”

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 6: Shay

Sorry for explaining of some events of the game like no one’s heard of it before, but hey, it’s less than a paragraph.

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1454

She entered her room and closed the door. Despite everything that happened, that led to those last three days of crying, she found herself smiling. The moment she had just shared with Shay at the Inn’s bar had done wonders for her, and it wasn’t over yet, she was just about to leave with him.

She still had mixed feelings about going back to the name “Wá:ri”. Though it was her birth name, she’d been called “Miriam Rhodes” for most of her life. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know why her father had changed her name in the first place. She felt like it was a sign of how he just couldn’t accept her for who she was, almost as if he was trying to hide a piece of her identity.

Wá:ri remembered that Shay was waiting for her, so she hurried to get ready. She grabbed her hair but instead of braiding it like usual, she simply ran her fingers through it and left it loose. She lifted her assassin robes by the shoulders and took a long look at them. They were black… The Rhodes’ color. She had always loved that color but now she felt uneasy about it. Suddenly she had an idea. I might be a “Rhodes” forever, but I won’t be an assassin anymore. She got a knife and took it to the hood, cutting it off by the base. The hood might have come in useful, but she felt good getting rid of one of the assassins’ trademarks from her clothing. Having done this, she put her robes on, wrapped her weapons up in a cloth, and left the room.

As she got to the entrance, she didn’t see Shay, which scared her for a second.

“He said he’d wait for you outside.” Said the Inn owner.

His voice startled Wá:ri, “Thank you,” she said.

She walked out of the Inn and immediately saw Shay waiting for her. That had been the first time she had ever taken a proper look at him. He really was handsome, especially for someone his age, though she wasn’t exactly sure how old he was. The sun shone brightly on him. From his hair arranged in a ponytail, to his chiseled face - hell, even the scar over his right eye looked good to Wá:ri… His clothes also complemented his image quite well… Suddenly the color black didn’t look so bad to her.

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” She said as she approached Shay, “Where are we going?”

“To Collins’ house.”

Wá:ri was shocked. “What?! My siblings could show up, you know that, right?”

“Don’t worry lass, Collins is out of town, he set sail earlier today. If they’re merchants, they know who comes in and out of the port.”

She let out a sigh of relief. Collins’ is safe. But are we safe?

“Let’s go, then,” said Shay.

As the two walked through the entrance, the maid came to greet them, with a forced smile on her face, which both ignored. Since they didn’t want anything, she took her leave, as Wá:ri and Shay moved to the upper floor.

“This looks exactly as I remember it…” Wá:ri commented.

Shay looked surprised. “You've been here before?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I was here twice. I attended my first party here, when I was just thirteen years old.”

Shay seemed to hesitate before speaking. “Does it look that different from your house?”

“It’s about the same size, but they obviously have different tastes,” she chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

“My father isn’t exactly this… humble.”

She was right, as opposed to the Rhodes family ostensive showing of wealth and power, with gold touches on everything from the carpets to the cutlery, as well as the family’s color on most clothing, the Collins household looked like it had been kept the same since its construction. The walls were relatively empty, the carpets looked flat and, though some might find them boring, Wá:ri found them to be quite cozy. The rest of the house was scarcely decorated.

Shay opened the door for Wá:ri and let her go in.

“This is where you’ll stay,” he said.

“Oh, I thought you were taking me to your room.” Wá:ri joked.

“Well, it’s down the hallway, if you want to know. I’ve already told you I wouldn’t mind

a visit, haven’t I?” Shay said, with a shrug.

Wá:ri couldn’t tell how much of that was a joke anymore, but she was alright with it either way.

She gently threw her weapons on top of the bed, and sat on the edge. Shay had taken a seat in the armchair in the corner of the room, facing her. The room wasn’t that big, it was simple like the rest of the house. Apart from the bed in the center of the room, there was the aforementioned armchair and a bedside table. It smelled like pine, something the rest of the house lacked, but it was pleasant.

“So, why did you bring me here?” Wá:ri asked.

Shay was staring at the floor with an intense gaze. She knew she was about to see a side of Shay that was still unknown to her. With a heavy exhale, Shay turned his gaze to Wá:ri’s eyes.

“Lass… What I’m about to tell you is going to take a while…”

Over the following hour or so, Wá:ri keenly listened to Shay’s every word. He told her about his past life as an assassin, and how he became a templar. He told her about all of the people he had to kill, people he considered friends. Le Chasseur, Kesegowaase, Adéwalé, Hope, Chevalier, and Liam, his best friend. She finally heard about Achilles, as well. Though Shay told her all of his story, his whole narrative was focused on a single event - Lisbon. In 1755, Shay was tasked with retrieving a piece of Eden from Lisbon, something she had never even heard of until that day, and couldn’t really get a grasp on what it was. His interaction with the piece of Eden caused an earthquake, which triggered a fire, resulting in the deaths of countless people.

Now Wá:ri knew why he wanted to help her so much - he empathized with her. Just like she left her family because she didn’t understand her father’s reasoning, Shay left the assassins because he couldn’t go along with their moral code.

What should have stopped after almost a full day of conversation, without eating, carried on until it was dark, with Wá:ri explaining her story, as well. She told Shay, who was sitting next to her in the bed, at this point, about growing up in a Mohawk tribe and about how she was taken in by her father when she was eleven. She told him about life with the Rhodes family, especially with her siblings. How Francis and Layla would always argue for no reason, but never let go of each other in any situation, how Kevin and Robbie would spend their days laughing and playing together and how she never once felt alone, even though her siblings were already paired up by the time she became a part of the family. The evening ended with both of them exhausted from crying and laughing.

They went downstairs, to see what they could manage to make a small meal out of, as the maid was already gone. They found some bread in the kitchen, but that wasn’t enough, since they hadn’t eaten lunch, nor dinner.

“I’m going to check the cellar for food.” Shay left the kitchen.

“I’ll see what we have here, then.”

As she looked through the cupboards, Shay yelled something.

“Shit! Wá:ri come here, quick!”

Wá:ri didn’t hesitate for a second. As soon as she heard him yelling, she started moving. She ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could, but little after she took two steps out of the kitchen, she felt someone grab her from behind.

Schwing.

The sound of a hidden blade unsheathing sent her heart rate into overdrive and the cold feeling of that same blade pressing against her neck certainly didn’t help. She also felt something soft pressed against her back, which meant it was certainly not Shay.

“Good evening, sister.”

It can’t be… “Layla?!”

“Oh, you still remember your family? How sweet of you, dear.”

Shay came bursting into the room, from downstairs, “Wá:ri!” He yelled.

As he came into the room, Wá:ri could see his expression change from worried, to almost relieved, to desperate.

“I told you my siblings might come over…” She smiled.

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Kindred Souls - Chapter 5: Miriam no More

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Words: 1244

It was sunny that morning, but Shay wasn’t content. Three days had passed since he had met her, and since he had let her go. He wasn’t sure whether something had happened to her, or if she had been tricked by her father again. He knew Collins was innocent, and wanted to believe that she would arrive at the same conclusion, but, to make sure Collins didn’t suffer the same fate as his other associates, Shay decided to stay at his residence for a few days, in case she came back.

For some reason, he couldn’t get her out of his head, everything reminded him of her, especially in that house, where they met. The image of that woman looking up at him with a look of defiance in her brown eyes was ingrained in him.

That day, at dawn, Collins had set sail to the high seas, in order to meet up with the templar grandmaster, and let Shay stay at his house for as long as he needed. With this weight off his shoulders, Shay decided to go look for the Indian woman.

He started by going to the docks, afterall if she had been tricked by her father, she might have gone back to work as a merchant. Unfortunately, his first guess wasn’t correct. After looking around for a bit, he didn’t spot her once. He asked around if anyone had seen her, but no one told him anything helpful, so he left.

Without any other idea of where that Indian woman could have gone, Shay went into the heart of the city, and searched the busy places. Pubs, inns, the market, everywhere, really. Come on lass, where are you hiding?

“Hey,” Shay called out to the owner of the inn, “Is there any Indian woman staying here?”

The owner furrowed his brow, as if remembering something, “Oh, no. Not at all.”

Shay nodded as a sign of gratefulness and walked away, before being interrupted by the owner.

“Wait!”

Shay stopped and looked back.

“There is one at the inn a bit more down the street. I turned her away because we were full, and honestly, she smelled like a wet dog.”

“When was this?” Shay asked.

“Two days ago, I think.”

“Thank you.” Shay said, before walking away, for good this time.

Shay walked down the street at an increasingly faster rate. He was hoping the girl staying at that inn was the one he was looking for.

No longer than five minutes had passed when he found himself at his destination. Without hesitating, he entered the place, with the intention of doing the same thing he had done in the previous five inns he visited: going in, asking questions and leaving. To his surprise, however, she was leaning against the counter, drinking.

The state she was in was enough to paralyze Shay at the mere sight of her. Instead of the braid she wore three days ago, her hair was all down, completely disheveled, wild looking, even. Replacing her assassin robes, was a simple undershirt, and some regular pants. The best word to describe what she was wearing would be “rags”. Despite the poor condition she was in, Shay still couldn’t bring himself to think she looked bad, which puzzled him.

The place wasn’t well kept, he noticed quickly. The two steps he took inside the place made the wood creek, and the smell of alcohol coming up from the floor made it seem like no one had ever bothered to clean the place ever since it opened. That entrance room served both as a reception area and a small bar. Other than the counter, there were only three tables there, but it was packed, somehow - 4 people to a table, all of them touching shoulders.

Shay ignored the commotion all over, and approached the girl with some caution, as he expected her to be drunk. He walked towards her, and noticed her looking at him, but she acted like nothing was going on.

“Hello lass, I was expecting a visit from you, how come you never showed up?”

She smiled, ever so slightly. “I said I’d pay you a visit if you were wrong, but…” she looked away, “You weren’t.”

Shay leaned against the counter to get a better look at her face. She looked tired. She wasn’t drunk, though. It was then that Shay noticed how wet her sleeves were. She was crying earlier. His heart sunk. The feeling of doubting your own reality and everyone around you is something he knew only too well. He felt the need to help a kindred soul out…

“What’s your name, lass?”

“Mi-” she stopped herself, “Wá:ri… My name is Wá:ri.”

“Wá:ri... My name is Shay, Shay Cormac.”

The two shook hands.

“Why did you come looking for me, Shay?” Wá:ri asked, in as playful of a tone as she could muster.

Shay put on a slight smile, “I’ve already told you, I was expecting a visit from a pretty lass, when I didn’t get one, I decided to come see if you had forgotten about me.”

Wá:ri chuckled. “I’m serious, now. Why?”

“I was worried,” Shay’s expression saddened, “I know what you’re going through, believe

me.”

There was a prolonged silence while Wá:ri took a sip from her drink. She didn’t say anything so Shay took the initiative.

“So… What are you going to do now?”

Wá:ri seemed to weaken upon hearing those words. Her shoulders went down and with them went her chin. She sighed, and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m not sure… Even though I was used by my father, I still killed dozens of innocent people - maybe even hundreds!” She paused, “And even though he never loved me, I sure did love him. He was my father for all those years, there’s no denying that, but…” Wá:ri started tearing up, “I don’t know what to do…” She sobbed, “I should oppose them, but I just can’t work up the courage to fight them..”

Shay felt sick to the stomach, watching Wá:ri bawling on top of the counter. It felt like he was looking at a younger version of himself, rather than at a girl he had just met a few days ago. It was excruciating, to say the very least.

The Irishman put his arm around the shoulders of the Indian woman. “Lass, everything will be fine… Come with me.”

“Don’t worry, just let me be.”

“Too late, I’ve already decided to help you. Now, come.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little too much to take advantage of a woman who’s going through rough times?” She joked.

Shay snickered, “As pretty as you may be, that’s not my intention. Today I just want to help you, stop being stubborn, now.”

Wá:ri raised her head up from the counter and wiped out her tears with her already drenched sleeves. Shay removed his arm from her shoulders.

Wá:ri laughed. “Today, huh?” She paused, and looked directly into Shay’s eyes, “Even though you’ve got no right to call me stubborn, seeing as you’re the one insisting so much, I guess I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Shay smiled. “I’m glad I can help.”

“Well, good luck with the ‘helping’ part.” She joked, in a flat tone.

Shay shifted his weight, getting his face somewhat closer to hers and said:

“I make my own luck, lass.”

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