The Hunter and the Hunted (Connor x Reader)

Wind.

Wind and snow stuffed trees was all you could see.

Everything was so blurry, your horse had been spooked by a pack of nearby wolves, it threw you off, and left you to be eaten.

Although you had other ideas. You decided taking to the trees was a much safer route, then helplessly trudging though the four feet deep snow.

You tried everything, jumping from tree to tree, but failed miserably, earning a few cuts and bruises from falling, nothing was severely injured thank god.

You tried throwing bits of bread in the wolf's directions, apparently they didn't...eat the food as you hoped. You had forgotten they're called 'predator's' for a reason.

"Damn it. At this rate, I'll never get to Haytham in time." Growling to yourself, you looked at the newly given cross the Templar's had given you. You were special in their eyes. A...valuable 'asset,' they called you.

Sure you didn't quite get what they were talking about in the first place, about Assassin's and Templar's conflicts, that didn't matter as you ever so easily slipped a purse of coin out of this 'Grandmaster' pockets. It was an easy catch! Except for the part where his 'group' sprung out of nowhere and ambushed you.

You sighed, getting comfy on the branch you were currently on, the mutts barking and snarling soothed, but they were still there.

Groaning, and shivering from the sheer cold, you cautiously looked at their growing tired positions. If you went down, and very quietly sneak past them, you would have a chance getting away.

'Who am I kidding, they're practically acting so I can go down.' Closing your eyes. You snuggled to yourself, in the safety of secure, frozen branches.

When the wolves noticed you falling asleep, it was like they were waiting for you, they growled, and started trotting off in some random direction.

*A few minutes later.*

Your head started dipping down, slowly pulling your sleeping form out of the tree, you groaned, shifting around trying to get comfy, only to witness the impact of falling into a frozen pile of deep snow.

You shot out, shaking the white flakes off of your outfit given by the female Templars.

Haytham was going to strangle you for being so late. At least you were lucky enough to fall into a safe zone.

'That's not going to save me from the Grandmaster though...' You muttered.

You were one of Haytham's, most trusted advisors, when Charles didn't have an idea or clue what was happening, your instincts would always kick in at the right time. And they were always right too.

It's true that you were probably one of the swiftest minded and sneakiest, but did it truly make you the fastest and strongest? No. You've never fought an 'Assassin' before and you hoped you never will, you were used to fighting blue coats or red coats. You've never seen a real, live, 'stone cold' killer before. At least not in action.

You winced in the sudden gust of temperature, you had to find shelter. You weren't the best climber, but you could always find a cave. You looked around, although you were surrounded by trees.

You rubbed your tired eyes, if you fall asleep here, you'd never wake up again. You clutched the pendant around your neck, and quietly prayed to at least someone to save your sorry ass.

That is, until you heard a small, 'zip,' and looked down, only to witness your foot was snared with rope and up your body went. Hanging upside down, having nowhere to go, you gasped.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" You shuffled, trying to get up high enough to grab the rope and cut it off. Your body was extremely tired though, as well as frozen. Your eyes once again began to blur, as your eyelids began to slowly close shut. Cold, hungry, and tired, you knew you wouldn't make it. Shutting them and drifting off to unconsciousness, knowing you will be dying any time soon, although a certain Native Assassin up in a nearby tree, had other plans for you.