Awakening of the Death Chapter #8
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Jack chewed upon his dinner as he experienced the sound of silence in the apartment. Hellen had been gone for almost an hour since she discovered that Jack poured out most of the half filled bottles of hard liquor. He knew she’d be mad as hell at him, but not enough to miss a good meal in her eyes.
Heaven knows what she had to probably eat or cook out west if what they say is true.
When he finished eating and placing the dish he had after cleaning it, Jack decided that maybe tidying up Hellen’s room will take his mind off it, and as a peace offering to her, even if she didn’t need the alcohol. He entered into the bedroom and fully analyzed the living area where Hellen kept to herself. It seemed modest with a bed that assumed was meant for only a married couple, for it be too big for Hellen to sleep in. Yet nay the way her sheets looked like a tangled map, he could tell she can be restless. Yet he noticed that she never even made the bed. He took the sheets, bundled them into a pile for to take to the cleaning lady few doors down, and managed to find another set to place upon the bed.
As Jack turned to leave the room, a small photograph on a dresser caught Jack’s attention. Going to the dresser, Jack picked up the parchment gently. There in the black and white photo of a man appearing to be his age. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair and eyes that seemed to be of awareness. Jack could see that the man was wearing a uniform, and when he looked down at the corner, white writing confirmed Jack’s suspected observation.
Commander Jeremiah R. Patterson
Union Calvary 1865
Hellen mentioned that her father was in the military, never knew that an assassin can really be a soldier of two different wars. One going longer then the country’s civil war.
Jack placed the photograph back on the dresser and turned to see an opened face book of what looked to be a leather book. Jack picked it up and the title in a calligraphy writing that looked be almost a hundred years old. He couldn’t read the title clearly, but managed to start reading this document.
It was in June of ‘78 when Terrence officially became an assassin master. He was aiding Connor Kenway in the defenses against the British forces and the german allies that from what he learned from Jacob were merely “encouraged” to volunteer, when really it was a way to get Germany’s debt paid off by King George III in exchange for the army and navy.
Terrence had a tedious history with germans growing up, but never in his mind to kill them. Still, he knew that he had to be insure that Washington’s army wouldn’t be ambushed. And by some of Connor’s contacts reports, they have be rapid, yet decreasing due to lots of deserters.
Jack skimmed though on how The three assassins ambushed the sudden group of soldiers leading away a smaller one at gun point. It wasn’t until when he read through the battle, did Jack slowed down.
Terrence then saw a soldier who looked to be that of a younger lad ran from the group of soldiers. He then noticed the one soldier, the one that had one of Connor’s arrows pierced his neck after the younger lad. Terrence took his pistol and fired at the pursuing soldier, killing him instantly. The young soldier never turned, he kept running. Terrence noticed he was caring a rough sack clearly too small for battle fronts. He ran after the young lad shouting, “Stop! We won't harm you lad! We wished to talk to you!”
It was clear that the lad didn’t understand English; still Terrence kept on running after the youth.
As Terrence got closer, the lad struggled to jump over fallen trees and rocky edges. But Terrence, after being training by Connor, went through the woods like a white tail born in the woods. He then made a leap and tackled the young runaway. As the struggle went on, the soldiers long helmet and powdered wig fell off and tackled to the side. Terrence then pinned the youth by the shoulder and withdrew his hidden blade only to have his blade held up to the soldier’s neck. As Terrence stopped to breath, he saw that this was no lad at all. It was the lossened braided hair and sharp blue eyes that made Terrence stopped his hand from making a threat. This soldier, a young woman, looked up with a mixture of fear and suspence. What he thought was a lad of twelve to fifteen, was now here a woman that looked to be no more then nineteen or twenty one. Terrence thought of her a hansom woman.
Yet he shelved back his hidden blade and picked her up. However, the german woman shouted in rapid german and struggled against Terrence’s strong grip. She tried clawing his, yet Terrence managed to dodge her bony fingers and grabbed both arms from behind. “At ease lass! At ease! We’re not going to hurt you!” Terrence found himself wrestling a cat trapped in a human’s body, luckily she was shorter then him.
Jacob and Connor ran over to see the commotion going on.
“Terrence who is she?” Connor asked, his eyes widened with surprise as he cleaned his tomahawk with a rag that obviously he pulled out of one of the soldier’s uniforms.
“Not sure, I would know if she’s calm down. Don’t think she knows a bit of English.” Terrence felt the young woman calming down, realizing that she was possibly outnumbered by two larger mass of men.
Jacob placed his rifle down and removed his hood to expose his bald head.
“Hab keine Angst, Miss. Wir sind Amerikaner. Wir kommen in Frieden.”
“Wo ist dein Lager? Warum bist du nicht in Uniform?” The woman replied to her in a german accent that Terrence found more soft then any other german women he’d herd.
“Nein, wir sind keine Soldaten. Aber wir werden dich nicht töten. Aber wir müssen dich als Geisel nehmen, damit du in Sicherheit bist. Ich bin Jacob Zenger. Das ist Connor, und der gutaussehende Mann, der dich hält, ist Terrence Patterson.”
The woman slumped and Terrence could see a blush from her cheeks. He looked up to see Jacob saying “I told her we ment no harm and introduced us.” Jacob looked back at the girl and asked. “Wie heißt du Schatz?”
The girl looked at Connor, then with the corner of her eye to Terrence. She replied, “Ann VanEgan.” Terrence presumed that she just gave her name. The only thing Terrence understood.
Ann.
He then looked and the sack was on the verge of breaking. Terrence let go of one hand and retrieved it. The girl screamed and Jacob grabbed her. As she kept on screaming, Jacob listened.
“She said thats crucial information there, along with her only worldly possessions. She asked that you don’t take it away from her.”
Terrence then showed his hands up in the air. “Tell her that she has my word.” Terrence then bent down and picked up a flattened piece of paper and handed it over to her. Her blue eyes pierced his dark eyes. Something told Terrence that she would be a member of the homestead after all.
Jack noticed that there had seemed to be a strange similarity to when he and Hellen first meet. It was then he realized that he needed to find her. He may not agree with her drinking habit, but she’s still his companion. Not a friend, but a companion; Still was the closest thing to a friend Jack ever had.
Jack went outside and using his eagle vision, he followed the trail that seemed to be Hellen’s trail. After ten minutes, he followed a trail to what looked to be a vacant house that looked more fine then even the finest houses in East End London. This house Jack and Hellen passed by many times when seeing the dark horses. It was then as he approached the gate of the house, a scream pierced the air. A woman’s scream. A scream that made Jack froze with fear, with a memory he knew too well.
Hellen?