The Game of Life
Side Note: This does not take place in the Tyranny of King Washington.
Another Side Note: I have to admit, my inspiration was Animals by Maroon 5.
Another Nother Side Note: ENJOY!
My lungs were burning, legs heavy, tired from running for so long. Twigs and sticks scraping my body, some cut through the skin, making it harder to stay awake. Dressed in only my nightgown and a pair of boots. I was freezing cold, no doubt going to catch something in the morning. I'll probably freeze to death before he could even catch me. The snow weighed me down, but, this was his home, he knew it much better than I did. I wouldn't dare look behind me, but I did. My eyes widened even more as his dark, cold, and harsh glare pierced through my terrified one. I looked ahead of me, screaming once a cliff came into the distance. But, I tripped over a rock. My voice caught in my throat as I fell into the snow, bare arms covered my face once I tumbled to the ground. Legs too tired to move, breathing heavily. I think I broke something, my right leg is twisted, head splitting pain that was hard to ignore. I couldn't escape, no matter how much I tried. I couldn't stand, not having enough energy to move. I tiredly opened my eyes, seeing the full moon in the distance, only to have it covered by him. He leaned in closer, an angry snarl ringing in my ears. Tears slide down my red face easily, causing me to black out. Snow falling steadily, the wind howling, made the scene more scarier.
Waking up in a dark cave was not ideal, I thought I would be in his stomach, dead. But I didn't. I woke up in a dark, cold cave, the wind from outside chilling me to the bone. I opened my eyes, yelping when a tongue licked my broken leg, a jolt of pain spread through my body. A whine was heard, and I looked down at my leg. It was him. The wolf. He was laying down at my feet, looking up at me with a calm expression. He was a tan wolf, chocolate brown eyes, white teeth. His ears twitched, as if expecting another reaction. I sat up, making another jolt of pain spread through my tired body. I whimpered, watching as the nightmare stood up, walking towards me. My eyes snapped closed, fearing once more for my life. A hot tongue swiped up my cheek, wetting it with saliva. I opened one of my eyes as the action repeated. Meeting the brown eyes of the most feared creature of the Frontier. He whined, licking all around my face, before curling up beside me, head resting on my lap. He probably sensed that my body temperature was extremely low. Considering the snow storm blowing out there, which I knew better than to go into. I hesitated, but I gently stroked his fur, getting a low whine in response. His head snapped up, as did my hand stopped. A howl. A loud one at that. The wolf curled up beside me howled back, making my eyes widen. He turned to me, standing on all fours, trying to pick me up. I crawled towards the closest wall. Using it to stand up on my good leg. The wolf gently pushed me forward, towards the entrance of the cave. I hopped, a quick sob tore through my throat, when I tried to walk on my crippled leg. "Where are you taking me?!" I covered my mouth, silencing my sobs. He whined, gesturing his head towards the entrance of the cave. I looked yonder, seeing a carriage awaiting on the snow covered ground. A dark figure hopped down from behind the horses, running towards me. I let out a sigh of relief. He was dressed in lots of layers of clothing, a cape draped over his shoulders and hat almost filled with snow.
"Pardon me, ma'am." He lifted me up with ease, being mindful of the broken leg. "Haytham Kenway, I will get you to the closest Doctor and you'll be better in no time." I nodded.
"Nice to meet you Mister Kenway. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). Under better circumstances, I would've made some tea."
"No matter, (Y/N). This was all planned." My eyes went wide.
"What?!" A rag was placed over my mouth, breathing it in was a mistake. My eyes were once again droopy, hearing a faint barking and growling as I was knocked out. Last thing I felt was being placed in the carriage, also a warm fluffy thing curling up beside me.
"Why did you do that?! She has a broken leg, with no resistance whatsoever, and you decide to knock her out!" An angry, but calm voice boomed in my ear. Gloved hands were tenderly touching my broken leg, a hot rag placed on my forehead, layers of shirts and jackets covered my body.
"I did not wish hear the painful screams of a women when he put that leg in place. Think Connor! This wouldn't have happened if you had returned to your human self. Rather then scare her off with that dog!"
"Do you wish to take this outside?! I'll break your leg worse than hers!" I groaned, feeling the tender hands finally stop treating my leg.
"Connor, I would have to agree with Haytham. Her resistance and screams would make the process of fixing her leg would make it a lot harder to do." I heard a huff, then two pairs of footsteps walk out the room. "Open your eyes, Miss (Y/N). I only have to bandage your leg and you're free to go." As he bandaged my leg, the argument slowly got louder outside the dorm.
"Thank you kindly sir." I put a hand on my throat, it's scratchy and hoarse, probably from all the screaming. "I hope I wasn't too much of a hassle."
"Not at all, Miss. It is free of charge." Smiling, I sat up. "They seem very fond of you, Miss. I would be careful."
"I shall take your advise to the heart, Doctor. Have a good night."
"Likewise." He walked out the door, leaving a glass of water by the nightstand. I picked up the glass, putting it to my lips and taking tiny sips of the water. I worriedly glanced down at the bandaged leg. It would have been harder to put back in place if I was awake. I secretly thank Haytham for that, but I also hate him for not telling me. Sighing, I got up from the wooden table, using it as support as I walked out of the room. Which I instantly recognized as my room. Once I stepped outside the door, I looked around, seeing two figures sitting opposite from each other at the table, glares that would put bears to shame. One of them was Haytham, with his hat still on. Then, whom I was assuming was Connor. He must've been the wolf from earlier. A hood was covering his face, making it hard to see his eyes. "I suggest not putting too much pressure on that leg. I will see you in a few weeks to get that leg back in ship shape."
"Thank you, Doctor." I limped towards the front door, closing it once the Doctor was out of sight. It was still dark, which was hard to believe. I must've slept for hours.
"Sorry for making you break your leg." I jumped at the calm voice from behind me. I turned around, seeing Connor twirling his fingers nervously, glancing down at the floor.
"I forgive you, Connor. But, may I ask. Why?" Haytham calmly walked out the Kitchen, walking towards the door.
"It seems... It's that 'time' in his life, ma'am. Although I say he's chosen a fine woman, do tell me after this little. 'Engagement'. What gender the pups will be." My mouth fell open as he opened the door, walking towards the horse just yonder. I looked at Connor, to see his face flushed red.
"Sorry..." He muttered, fiddling with the cowl on his hood. I closed my jaw, walking towards him.
"Not like I have a choice, huh?" He bit his lip. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I would be honored to be yours, handsome." I placed my head on his chest, his heart beating much faster than before. Connor sighed in relief.
"I am happy to hear that."
Lesson Learned From Ezio and Cristina- "If you really love someone, fight for them. You might never find someone like them later and you'd wish you could have at least tried."
A/N- Just an imagine I did. This took 7 hours just to think and write.