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Shay x Reader [ Tears Part 2 ]

"She has to go"

"She can no longer be the obstacle blocking you from completing your mission"

Fire. Lot's of it. Smoke too.

I was coughing and struggling to get moving, the whole building was a burning wreck and my head felt like it was split open...probably was a bit cracked telling from the blood dripping on the ground. Smoke stung my eyes and my lungs ached begging for fresh air. I looked around hazily...how long was I out? I tried to stand, shaky at first but when placing weight on my left leg I let out a yell from the pain ricocheting up my bone. "B-broken?" I stuttered, the fear so evident in my voice that I got a second dosing of fear from it. I couldn't remember anything...how I got here and why I had a broken leg but it was there. Faint, but there. I flinched as I began to limp toward whatever exit I could see, having to stumble off to the side when a piece of burning wood fell from the rafters and into my path. 

My breathing quickened, my panic was rising the more flamed bits of wood fell from the ceiling. I ended up stumbling out the door barely escaping a large beam falling on me, the impact it had on the ground and the shock of it sent me into the snow. Sweat beaded down my face and my leg....my leg was defiantly broken. I couldn't move it, nor could I put any weight on it. Like someone snapped it in two and continued to snap it. I lifted my body, shifting myself so I laid on my back and could see the said busted leg. My head was spinning and fresh blood still dripped down the side of my head so...whatever fight I had been in was recent. But this fire would have taken a while to spread at least. Was I moved?

"Damn it" I curse softly, the snow was beginning to seep through my robes and reach the skin underneath giving me chills. I couldn't move, my head was swimming with muddy thoughts and as far as I could tell I was in the middle of no where. So no help, no shelter that wasn't burning, and no way to patch up my broken leg. The panic grew, settling on my chest like a giant weight that was crushing my bones. I fell back against the snow, my eyes staring up at the sky before closing. And then I was out like a bulb the bit after.

When I woke up, I jolted. Gasping for air as someone pressed two fingers against my neck. They jolted backwards, the fire still burning against the night sky. But I was further away now, still a mess but farther away with drag marks clear in the snow. "You're still alive...." came a voice, not sounding relieved but disappointed. Sad in fact. My eyes searched for a while for the face before landing on someone that I...had hopped wouldn't be here. He didn't even come to my thoughts before this...but now it started to click together. Shay. He had...ambushed me on the way here....the house being a place I was staying. Just camping out...and there he was. We were yelling at each other and then we started to fight. He was bigger...stronger, but I was faster. But sometimes speed wasn't enough for a fight. Not to mention Shay was always the better fighter, always.

He broke my leg....and had slammed my head into a tree and knocked me out. "You were going to burn me...?" I whispered, my throat closing up from the sudden tension of wanting to cry. That the man I had once loved wanted to burn me alive rather then take me out on his own. That he wanted to kill me. "......I....I didn't want to....I....I thought it would be better...like burning a body at a funeral. Better than stabbing you in the heart" he whispered. "How is that better?!" I spat at him, coughing shortly after. For a minute he looked concerned, then sadness swept over him. "I...I'm sorry. But you...you're a distraction. An assassin. This was never going to work after what happened....I told you to stay out of my way but you keep coming back. I just...This is for the better....I love you and-"

"You are trying to kill me!  You broke my leg and tried to burn me alive. What about that sounds like LOVE? You worthless, cowardly bastard!" I cried out, anger ringing in my voice that echoed around us. He pressed is lips together after that but I wasn't done. "You killed my friends! You act like the Templars are the better path, those who want to strip everyone in the world of free will for what? Control? Power? A perfect utopia that is stuck in one era." I began, looking at him with a pained scowl on my face. "Over freedom, over everyone's right to live without being controlled. Make their own choices-"

"Don't you lecture me on that! You have no right to talk"

"I do! I'm the one you're going to kill. You...you are corrupted. I loved you once....but you went down a path I couldn't follow. And my heart was broken" I said, my voice cracking as I felt tears run down my soot and smoke covered face. "But now...I have no love for you left to give. I hate the things you have done...and I hate you" I whisper. That seemed to be the tie breaker, for his face fell at my words. I felt the words come out but they didn't sound true. Cause somewhere I did love him...but that love was for the man that joined me on missions to keep freedom in the hearts of others...to keep the power from falling into the Templars hands. It belonged to the man I shared a bed with and who I whispered to at the dead of night. This wasn't that man...this was....someone else.

"You don't mean that"

"I do. I hate you. I hate everything about you and what you stand for now." I said, crying. Bawling really." And if you think you can get away with it you better think again because the assassins will come. The others will come. I hope you live for a long time knowing that a person you loved hat-"

I never got to finish before the blade sank into my gut. Two blades actually. I sputtered, blood spilling from my mouth as I coughed and hacked, the pain escalating now to a sort of numbness. Shay was crying, looking down at me as I gasped around for something to hold. "I'm sorry (Y/N)....I'm so sorry" He sobbed, lifting up my body as I felt life slip away. I was gone shortly after. Eyes opened and staring into darkness, skin ice cold and my hands limp.

End of memory belonging to(Y/N) (L/N)

Authors note

HEY!!! Guess who is on winter break at LASTTTTT. ME. It feels so good to finally be free of classes for a whole month with nothing to worry about. And finally having some muse to write my books. Gosh. Anyway this is for Tears, Part 2 was requested a lot and frankly I never thought about making another one but you guys asked so I delivered. I am searching through my suggestions for other stories, I just saw one that is similar in death. But I also want to say, I did say a while ago NO LEMONS because I don't fee comfortable typing them. I mean some people might feel comfortable with typing up two people having sex but like I don't want to do a lot in a row. Like a lot of the suggestions I see on others are Lemons or whatever.

BUT

I will now...do a rare few. But nothing weird. I won't do lemons for actual historic characters cause idk it makes me feel weird. I will do lemons with fake characters like the assassins. I won't do shameless smut or something weird.

Other news is, I will be continuing my Huntress book. I'm thinking about starting another one too for the sake of variety. And for those who are new, my Huntress books are about an order that's like those who believe in both The Assassins and The Templars. At first it was just gonna be women but then I was like 'Ew no' and instead they are called The Huntmasters which I will incorporate in my books now after thinking it over. It would probably require revision in the early chapters of the Huntress book but whatever. I'll get to that.

Anyway give the American Huntress a look, thanks for all the support. You guys and your comments crack me up really. Don't forget to share, vote or whatever. Have a Merry/Happy Christmas