Carry Me Home

Chapter One

The Mission

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or story plot of Assassin`s Creed 3, Ubisoft does… The only thing I own is the Doves in this story.

"I shouldn't have done that
I should have ignored it
like something I couldn't see
I shouldn't have looked at you at all
I should have run away
I should have acted like I didn't hear it
like something I couldn't hear"

A solitary silhouette strolled with an air of arrogance, through the desolated streets of Boston, close to the docks below the starless dark night. The confident steps echoed against the dirty path.

Contrasting against the dark sky, a pair of gray eyes glistened with mischief; along with a predatory gaze that followed the silhouette silently.

"Grand Master"

The high-pitch voice sang, which dissipated quickly in the distance into the cold and dense air, but the silhouette had heard it very loud and clear. Not because of what was called, but because of the tone used, it lacked the address to use a superior; the tone was tainted with mockery and pettiness.

Haytham Kenway abruptly stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes trying to find the source of the voice, looking for any kind of movement at the roofs and in the changing shadows that the light of the lamps and the moon casted on the ground. To find the pathetic person that had interrupted him and had used such derogatory tone.

And that pathetic person, was the one and only―

"Miss Dove, stop this buffoonery immediately" Haytham commanded to the girl.

"Of course, Grand Master" Miss Dove replied with monotony as she appeared in the line of sight of Haytham. With dexterity she came down the roof, landing a couple of meters in front of him, the girl was dressed in a black thin cape with a hood that covered her face. Confidently she made her way to him.

"You asked for my presence, Grand Master?" she asked almost purred to Haytham, in a very sweet tone making him flinch, as she started to encircle him. She stopped in front of him and her pale long fingers slowly moved above her head to the hood, removing it slowly down to her back.

It was a young girl with an olive skin complexion tinted with freckles running along her round cheekbones and upturned nose. Her gray eyes blinked due to the sudden intensity of light. Tucking a stand of dark brown hair behind her ear she started to get closer to him. She stopped in front showing her small dimples with a smile, her upper lip was small compared to the bottom one.

"Indeed Miss Dove, I need you to gather information." Haytham solemnly stated to her, calmly putting his hands behind his back. He swiftly turned around resuming his way to the Templar fortress, which stood in front of them high in the hill.

"Is it a person in specific, Grand Master?" She questioned as she ran to catch up with him. She rubbed her arms desperately trying to warm up below the coat, due to the cold air that was blowing and whistling from the hill. She started to run beside him, since his long steps quickly leave her behind.

"Yes, Miss Dove" Haytham said with disdain to the girl, he looked to his left where the girl was sneezing and shaking due to the cold. He intentionally avoided main information that he already knew, so this spy would confirmed his suspicions.

"I understand, give me a face and place, and I`ll be glad to get information for you, Master" she said looking up at Haytham; she stopped shivering because he was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"There" he said with disdain pointing at the poster of a wanted person, it was posted in the wall of a neglected white church, a couple of meters from them.

Elizabeth made her way to the wall. Passing her lean fingers below the poster, she moved her fingers carefully below the poster removing the glue that kept the poster attached into the wall. And with a swift move she snatched it violently without tearing it or leaving a piece in the wall. The poster look old and worn out, it was crumpled and yellow around the edges.

She walked to where Haytham was waiting for her patiently. She scanned through the poster, it was a man about six foot six it said, also that he was a savage that have been causing commotion and destruction in the city of Boston. The person that led to his capture will be rewarded with ten golden coins. She couldn't made his face he was wearing a hood and he was looking down.

"He is Assassin, is he not?" She inquired looking at Haytham, who just pressed his lips into a tight line. He ignored the question and resumed his walk. "He must be given problems for the Order than?" she asked as she started folding the poster into a more convenient way to carried it.

"That`s for you to find out Miss Dove, is your job after all is it not?" he said dryly glaring at her. This girl was asking too much questions, she wasn't supposed to ask them to the boy not him.

"Yes, of course if that`s your request Grand Master" she said carefully putting the folded poster in one of the pockets inside the wool coat. This will be an easy mission since she only needed to befriend him get information out of him and it will be done, easy as saying easy, she thought as she smiled at Haytham.

"May the Father of understanding, guide you" Haytham said to the girl, resuming his walk to the fortress in the hill. Without looking back he knew it was a bad idea not to tell the other members about this, but he needed to know the truth.

Elizabeth Dove was a novice in the Templar ranks, before she was a Master Spy but was degraded to notice due to her constant questioning of her missions and the immature behavior she was displaying. She was almost in her nineteen springs but she still behaved like an obnoxious child.

Her father, David Dove was an Admiral for the British Royal Army stationed in Virginia and also a very dedicated Templar and a very successful business man. He was very strict and vicious, he did everything that was necessary, he had no morals, and it was alright murdering an innocent person if it was necessary to show that he was the one in control.

Elizabeth was now in Boston, due to the calling of the Grand Master of the Templars in the new world, Haytham Kenway. David was always suspicious of him since he had change ways, he was Assassin before but he changed to be a Templar. But after twenty years of being a Templar, he had demonstrated that he was a real Templar, but his father was still suspicious, maybe he was jealous because he wanted the title Grand Master of the Templars.

And he had sworn that soon that title should be his.

Elizabeth started the next morning after her meeting with Haytham. She dressed as a beggar to overhear the conversations of the Redcoats. She dressed as a courtesan to seduce Redcoats so they could tell her information about the man. But both seemed futile, they were more interested in taking a hold of her.

She went to the last resource, the tavern. She was dressed as a filthy sailor; since Boston was a port city she thought it was a good idea, and drunken people always spoke the truth didn't they? She was bored out of her mind, trying not to get drunk. She was not much of a drinker, with only two jars of beer she`ll be lost and talking nonsense.

"I know, I heard about the savage that started that riot he leaves up north" she heard the drunken man said as she supposedly asked him if she knew the compensation of getting the savage. She smirked drinking the last drop of beer; after all it was a day of celebration she had found him finally after two weeks of endless searching. Suddenly she stood up and went out of the tavern.

"Why can he just show up now?" she hissed rubbing her arms to keep her warm, she was getting more dizzy due to the alcohol and the cold air that was hitting her face. She was only wearing an old button up shirt.

The thought of going into the wilderness without any training or experience was terrifying. It was different here up north, there were bears and wolves and other dangerous animals that she had heard people being attacked by. In the south it was warmer at least with no so much savage animals.

She was trained to be a city spy, she knew how to climb over houses and disguise effectively, and she had never got the chance to be trained in hostile environments where the creatures were dangerous and imperceptible.

The thought of wolves and big bears behind those woods frightened her, but it was for Order she couldn't refused to a direct order of the Grand Master, she probably get downgraded again to just student again. Why did he choose her? A man could do a better job, but wait she was a woman so that meant, she could use her womanly powers to attract the man and at least she had something in her advantage. She smirked and wavered her way to her uncle`s house.

"Now to the north" she announced to her horse, patting softly his neck, who only huffed. The horse was an Arabian horse, black with imposing size and appearance. She was dressed comfortably with some brown trousers, with knee black boots, a white dress shirt with ruffled cravat and lacey cuffs. She put her white gloves carefully over her small hands and smiled, she then kicked the horse with her left heel. She only needed to find out where this person leaved and she would turn around and gathered materials. It was very early in the morning, the rooster haven't sung jet.

Elizabeth had been traveling through the dirty path to the north for more than half a day. Every five seconds she glanced down the path, and found no disturbances in the dirt that cover the road; it only meant that no one had passed over this trail for a long time. "I should asked the idiot how far was it" she scolded herself for taking in a journey, which she didn't know how it long it was going to last.

Adding to that the day was turning for the worse, the sun was being blocked by big white clouds. And the woods were turning darker as she passed by. The pines were getting higher and dense, blocking any natural light through pass through them.

She yelped every time she heard something moving in the shrubs, only to see rabbits popping their head out to see her.

"Great a Templar with fear to rabbits" she cursed under her breath, she was freezing, apparently God decided that today was going to be the coldest day of the month.

She was getting bored in every step of the way, she was also getting drowsy. This path looked the same as the last meters before it. It was boring and repetitive she decided to play with the horse`s black hair.

"Great" she said waving her hands into the air, her stomach was grumbling. She licked her lips they were dry and chapped, the air was cold and strong, and the galloping wasn't helping. Her horse made a throaty sound and nodded his head. "Psh… yes" she said patting the horse`s neck.

Yes she was going insane a horse just had answered her.

She stopped the horse and turned around to listen carefully. They were shouts and jovial laughs. "At least they are having fun" she said sarcastically with a sigh, she stiffened when she heard a gun shoot. Horses were approaching incredible fast, she looked around but the trees in that part decided to be less dense, thin and far apart as possible.

"Now what?" she asked herself blowing out the hair that had failed over her eyes. There was no way she could escape, they would see her going through the forest, and the path was straight with no mountain in sight or a rock big enough to hide along with the horse. "Damn" she said not feeling her knives; she had thought she got out only to explore not to confront the boy.

"My, my look what we founds us boys" Elizabeth turned around to see five men. They were incredible drunk, dirty and old. The one that had talked was big and every way, he looked pretty tall and heavy. His blonde curly hair and his red cheeks made her think of a very dirty porcelain doll.

"Better than the bear we were looking for boss" another man added licking his dry lips, taking a sip of an opaque bottle and blurted out. She grimaced they were disgusting and the stench of alcohol reach her nostrils, she flinched trying to stay calm. This man was at least in his early thirties; his black hair was very greasy and had a black mustache above his lip that looked like a he had black caterpillar placed there.

"Sure thing, John" Another man said in a heavy southern accent, this man had very bright red hair his beard was very long and curly ending just above his extravagant stomach. He started scratching his beard and smiled to her; all of his teeth were missing.

Elizabeth crunched her nose and turned around but a man had already blocked her path. This man was the most decent of five of them, he was thin but he really smelled horrible, like he had taken a bath in ditch water then took a swim in a swamp. She crunched her nose trying the blocked the smell. It was putrid and repugnant making her feel dizzy due to the lack of food in her stomach that wanted to be emptied right there.

"Your odor is repulsive" she whispered to him, pinching her nose breathing through her mouth. She backed up but her horse was stopped.

"Where are you going, precious? We are just trying to help you princess" she didn't notice the blonde man behind her. She shivered feeling the man`s hot alcoholic breath in her neck. She moved forward wanting to get away from those stinky men.

"There is no one, in five kilometers sweet pea" the blonde man stated and purred laughing maniacally. "Get her Charlie" the red haired man took the reins of her horse.

"Somebody help me please" Elizabeth shouted anyway, there must be some hunters in these parts of the forest.

The five men started to laugh; some were choking with the wine that they were drinking. "The princess is shouting for his prince" they mocked her; she gritted her teeth and glared at them. "Your prince surely is busy right now" they laugh hysterically, they faces were red and full of mockery.

"Don't worry we`ll take care of you, my lady" the leader said in a very fake English accent, who he seemed to be the blonde man said winking at her. Elizabeth tried to move around but the men had already encircled her.

"Come here" the boss said trying to get hold of her, but she pushed him with her right leg, the blonde man had fallen from his horse into his butt. "You`ll paid for this!" he snarled standing up glaring at her, removing the dirt from his behind. His face was now really red and his nose was flaring. "Hold her" he yelled angrily pointing at her with his finger. She the felt a pair of strong arms in her legs and looked at down Charlie smirking at her.

"Let go of me" Elizabeth said as she struggled against Charlie, who hold her tighter.

"Like we will, tie her hands" the boss shouted at the stinky man. She didn't know who to fight if Charlie or the stinky man holding her hands behind her back. It was too late the stink man had already tighten her hands behind her back.

"You, Jonas tight her feet" he said to the man in her corner who hadn't done anything but laugh and drank wine. He only nodded, Charlie helped Jonas, they move her feet in front of her and tight her ankles, she smirked when saw that Jonas was really drunk, the rope seemed very loose around her ankles, she could easily remove it.

The boss took a drink of his bottle, emptying it than throwing away, crashing against a tree. Then he walked to her with his hand over his belt. He smiled at her, showing his decaying yellow teeth.

Elizabeth raised her legs and pushed the boss square in the chest. The man ended landing in his butt yet gain. The boss glared at her now he was really, really mad at her.

"Back off you pigs" She spat then spit at the leader. Then she freed her legs, the rope ended in the boss's face. She giggled this was too much fun.

"Oh you`ll paid for this" she heard Charlie said, she felt something hard collide in her right temple, she fell down the horse, landing hard over her left arm.

The boss infuriated took her by her long ponytail. "You wench" he said slapping her hard across the cheek. Elizabeth licked her upper lip it was bleeding, at least it moisture her dried lips. She then felt something warm running through her right cheek. Great more blood she thought.

"You're a very bad, bad princess. Who needs to be punished" the boss said hitting her other cheek. Elizabeth could feel her cheeks warm and turned red.

Elizabeth bite the inside of her cheek, the metallic flavor made her grimaced, that man had busted her entire lip and the tugging her hair was making bleed even more from her head. "Let go" Elizabeth cried as she struggled against the man`s grip, scratching his hand with her right hand. "Let me go, or you`ll paid with your lives" she spat at the man, digging her nails in his hand but he didn't seemed to flinch.

"What will do princess do? Kill us with kisses" the leader mocked her tugging her hair even harder, she glared at him. She sighted she had to put her force to use then she thought, but she stopped when she heard a terrified howl.

Elizabeth looked up to see one of the men handing by a rope, this was Jonas gurgling blood, the big drops fall below his feet. He was struggling against the rope in his neck and his face was becoming purple.