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Can You Help Me? Ch. 1 (DISCONTINUED)

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Can You Help Me? Ch. 1
Connor x Modern!Reader





  You jolted and your eyes snapped open at the sound of your phone ringing. Your hand reached for the device and you quickly silenced the dreadful sound. When finished you took a look at your surroundings, you started to panic. This wasn’t your bedroom! Where’s your bed!? Your cabinets, your mirror, your window!? It you a while to register that you had run away from your home just yesterday but, once you realized you quickly calmed down.

  “Oh yeah, I ran away cause I couldn’t take Mom’s rules anymore,” you said. You looked back towards the fire and noticed that it was out. “Must’ve gone out a while after I fell asleep,” you sat and brought your arms above your and arched your back, stretching. After that you got up and began cleaning up the area. You gathered up your things and slid on your bag. The cave was a nice place to stay but, you need a permanent home. You were about to head out the way you came but a light deeper into the cave caught your eye. You rubbed your eyes then squinted. Yup, another way out.

  “How in the hell did I not notice that?” you asked yourself, “Maybe cause it was dark out last night so I didn’t see…..Damn I really need to stop asking and answering my own questions,” you mumbled before making your way towards the light. You made quick work of your feet as you reached the other end of the tunnel, and you brought your hand up to your eyes as you emerged into the sun light once more. You retracted your hand and took in your surroundings. The forest…was different. It didn’t LOOK different but, it felt different. You couldn’t place your finger on it but, somehow it felt wrong. You shrugged and went on your way.

  As you walked you looked around in awe, mouth gaping and eyes full of excitement. The trees were occupied were different types of birds and grey and brown squirrels alike. Foxes, rabbits, raccoons, and deer roamed around on the forest floor, and the light beaming down the spaces between trees leaves dappled the ground.

  “Wow,” was all you could say. As you continued to walk, you were unaware that something was following you. Something big….And hairy…..You had failed to realize that when there was a part in the forest that just so happened to be rich with game, it was also filled with predators.



SNAP!



  You whipped around at the sound of a twig snapping, only to be face to face with a grey wolf. It’s lips were drawn back in a snarl, pupils narrowed, and it’s body tensed as it lowered itself into a crouch. You took a step back and reached into the small pocket of your bag, unzipping it, and quickly pulling out your knife. You held the knife away from you just as you had seen in the movies and took another step back. The wolf took one too. With every step the wolf followed, still crouching. You soon realized it wasn’t helping and after some quick and nervous debate, turned on your heel and took off. The wolf, barely registering what happened, launched itself forward in pursuit.

  “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!” you repeated as you ran. You hopped over stray logs, and ran round boulders, but the murderous and hungry was still on your tail. You didn’t want to risk climbing a tree in fear the wild dog would catch up to you and knock you down before you got high enough, but you knew you couldn’t run for long. You risked a look behind you and you let out a breath of relief when you saw nothing was following you. You turned your head back around and shrieked when you the wolf in front of you with two more flanking it. You skidded to a stop and turned to run back but there were more wolves behind you. You whipped your head around in every direction, only to find yourself surrounded. You flicked out your knife again as the creatures began to slowly close in on you.

  “Oh dear lord, someone please help me,” you whispered. As the wolves lunged you quickly shut your eyes and braced yourself. Suddenly you were tackled to the ground and there were yelps of pain and the sound of shuffling feet. You felt drops of liquid land on your face and possibly your clothes as the growls and grunts continued. It felt like ages until you heard the sound of retreating paw steps and whines and you slowly opened your eyes.

  “Are you alright?” a voice asked. You looked up from your ‘Armadillo’ position and gazed at the person before you. He wore something crossed between a white and blue trench coat and hoodie, brown knee high boots that appeared to be something that belonged to a Native Indian, a bow that was strapped to his back with a carrier for arrows, a belt that had various knives and an oddly cut tomahawk, and a red cloth with a strange emblem was tied to his waist. You nodded at the hooded man grabbed his hand that he had offered to you. He helped you up and you began dusting yourself off.

  “What were you doing here in the woods? That knife is not big enough for hunting and you do not look much like a hunter. Are you traveling?” he asked, eyeing your strange clothes and small knife.

  “Y-you can say that,” you replied as you readjusted your bag, “Well, thanks for the help but, I’d better get on my way,” you said. You quickly turned around from the man and began walking. You heard the sound of footsteps next to you and you looked at the man. “Um, why are you following me?” you asked. He shrugged.

  “It is not safe for someone like you to walk these woods alone. Especially not after what just happened,” he said.

  “Hm,” was all you said before turning your attention back to the path.

  “My name is Connor by the way. What is yours?” he said. You glanced at him then looked back.

  “(Your full name). Now tell me your real name,” you said, giving him a ‘I-don’t-believe-you’ look.

  “You wouldn’t be able to pronounce it,” he shot back. You quirked an eyebrow and he sighed, “It is Ratonhnhaké:ton,”

  “Yeesh, you’re right. I’m not even gonna try and say that,” you replied. He stayed silent after that and you didn’t even try for another conversation. It was a while before he asked another question.

  “Do you have somewhere to stay?” he asked, turning to you. You stopped.  A place to stay? You had completely forgotten about searching for a home. You hung your head.

  “No,” you answered.

  “There is a place not too far from here if wish to stay there,” he said, pointing a direction. You lifted your head and followed his finger that was pointing ahead of you, and sure enough you could see top of a house but, just barely.

  “I-I guess,” you said unsure. Well, it was a place to stay right? At least you would have shelter and maybe even a bed to sleep on rather than the floor. Connor nodded and began walking again.

  “Follow me,” you jogged up to him and you both walked in the direction of the house.




(Short Timeskip)




  “Here it is,” he said as he walked up to the porch. The manor was built of red bricks, and had two floors, the roof was made of grey tiles, and the windows lining the wall were painted white. The yard of the house held many trees, and there was a carriage next to the fence outlining the yard, along with a well and some stables. You followed Connor up to white front door and entered the house.

  “Connor!? Is that you!?” a voice shouted from a room.

  “Yes, Achilles!” Connor replied. You peered around the broad back of Connor just as an old man walked out of a room. From where you stood he was African American, and was wearing a red vest, a beige jacket, a brown hat, black trousers, and brown buckle shoes.

  “And who is this?” Achilles asked. Connor side stepped, fully revealing your presence to the man, you waved.

  “This is (Name). I met her in the woods and saved her from a pack of wolves,” Connor said. Achilles snorted.

  “Wolves, blasted dogs don’t know how to tell a human from animal,” he said, huffing. You looked at Connor and raised an eyebrow.

  “Is he always like this?” you asked.

  “Yes,”

  “Tell me girl, why is it that you are dressed like that?” you heard Achilles ask. You looked down at your clothes. You were wearing your favorite shirt, (f/c) colored jeans, your black bag back, and (s/f/c) converse.

  “What are you talking about?” you said incredulously. Has this guy never been outside before?

  “I was wondering the same thing as well. I have not seen anyone else with such clothes,” Connor said next to you. You gave them both disbelieving looks.

  “You guys seriously don’t dress like this?” they shook their heads, “So no one else dresses like this? Not even people from a town?”

  “Not at all,” Connor replied. You gaped at them. Where the hell were you that people didn’t dress in T-shirts and jeans? You pinched the bridge of your nose.

  “First off, where the hell am I?” you asked.

  “You’re at Davenport Homestead, just a few miles outside Boston,” Boston?

  “Ratonhnhaké:ton! Ratonhnhaké:ton!” a voice cried. You, Connor, and Achilles all turned to where the voice was heard before Connor exited the room.

  “Kanen'tó:kon? Why are you here? Has something happened?” you heard him ask.

  “William Johnson has returned – with all the money required to buy our land. He meets with the elders as we speak. I have begged them to resist. But I fear he shall have his way unless you intervene,” Kanen'tó:kon said. William Johnson? Elders? You thought. What’s going on?

  “How is this possible? We destroyed the tea,” Connor replied. You watched as Achilles exited the room.

  “The Templars are nothing if not resourceful. You should have heeded my warning,” he said.

  “Please, you have to stop him,” you heard Kanen'tó:kon say.

  “Of course,” Connor answered. You could hear his footsteps beginning to walk away, “Can you tell me where they are meeting?” he said before his footsteps disappeared. Most likely he left the house and you stepped towards the door way.

  “Um, Achilles? Isn’t William Johnson already dead? And are there still Indians in this area?” you asked. Achilles turned around and looked at you, confused.

  “What are you talking about? William Johnson hasn’t died! Least not yet anyway. And of course the Indians are still here! What on Earth are you getting at child?” he said.

  “Um, well, it’s just that where I live, William Johnson has already died and the Indians in this region are all in Reserves,” you said nervously. That’s when something clicked in Achilles’ mind.

  “(Name), what year is it?” he asked. You looked at him confusedly.

  “What do you mean? It’s 2013……right?” you asked.

  “That’s what I thought. Kid, it’s not 2013. Not for at least 300 more years. Right now it’s 1775,”


To be continues…
Here is chapter 1 of Can You Help Me? Phew! That actually took a lot more out of me than I thought! Well, anyways in this one you find out that you had somehow traveled through time! OH NOES!!! :iconohnoesplz: Also, meet Connor and good ol' Achilles!

Hope you all enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

Me no own Assassin's Creed III but you belong to :iconconnorkenwayplz:

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