The new templar order

CHAPTER 2
Sam's daze eventually wore off as he walked along the seemingly endless hallways. After some time he came to an arena-like room. "Okay...I WALK FOR HOURS AND I FIND AN STUPID EMPTY ROO-"Sam's shouts of anger were cut off by a loud rumbling coming from behind him.

The beast was fifteen feet tall, its big black eyes were sunken in as if it had not slept for an eternity, and its muscles bulged out menacingly, eighteen long serrated teeth jutted out from its mouth in defiance, and its gray calloused skin stank of death and decay. The beast then opened its mouth and let out a long deafening high-pitch screech and began to move towards Sam.

Sam backed away quickly. Sam's eyes frantically scanned the area for a weapon…or anything he could use to defend himself against this…this…this thing of whatever it was that was still moving towards him, he then found something useful…on an old skeleton was a long officer's sword.

Sam jumped high into the air and stabbed into the beast. The beast cried out in pain as Sam drove the blade into its heart…it then dropped to the ground unconscious.

"Good…he is almost ready."Miles said to the oblivious nobody…or was he? Sam slowly approached the unconscious beast with the sword gripped tightly in his right hand. The beast stirred, woke up slowly, and made a last attempt to stand up to its foe.

Miles had left the observation room and was now above ground standing quietly. He was actually waiting for his assistant to rendezvous with him. His assistant was a feisty, petite, seventeen year old blonde girl with cold blue eyes, well, muscled for a girl of her age and her time, and intelligent…her intelligence was what made her unique…and the assistant of one of the most ruthless men in the world…Miles de Layfetta. But was her intelligence too much?

Sam stood frozen in shock and awe…what on god's earth had he just happened? The remains of the beast rested on the ground before him in a stinking, burnt pile of skin and organs. Miles had been thrown forward several feet by a massive explosion. He was helped up by Sasha Fitzgerald. "What in the devil was that??" Miles question as he dusted himself off, "I sense a power down in the tunnels." Sasha said and pulled her hair into a bun then unsheathed her katana and turned to Miles "I'm going down into investigate." She declared and jumped into the hole before Miles got a chance to reply.

Sam picked up his sword and bolted out of the nearest exit…and the found himself in yet another system of tunnels. After sometime he gave up and sat down against the wall and drifted into sleep. An hour or so later he woke up to two sword blades at his throat. "On your feet now." Ordered a feminine voice, Sam followed his given instructions slowly only to be shoved to the ground by his assailant.

CHAPTER 3
Massachusetts country side, 1775

Sam's blindfold was ripped away by his captor. He looked around and sighed…he may have been in the middle of nowhere but it sure as HEAVEN! beat being somewhere underground. Sam tried to get out of the chair that his captor had put him in, "You can't escape destiny…not even with all the muscle in the world." Chimed a feminine voice…the same voice from before! Sam's eyes snapped forward only to find nothing. Sasha stood behind him. This amused her more than anything…watching the "final knight" struggle to find a way out. Sam knew that the "voice" was right…he just would not be able to escape by using brawn. After a few minutes of struggle he gave up. "Good" Sasha said and walked smoothly out of hiding. Sam looked up and got a good look at his captor for the first time. 'Oh it is such a shame that she is one of the "bad people"…she is hotter than No one likes a potty mouth. but that does not answer my main questions' Sam thought to himself. "I am Sasha Fitzgerald" She said in a hoarse, seductive voice on purpose…or was it?

Sam could not believe his ears! He was a templar knight?!?! And what was a templar knight anyway? But with every question he had…there was always some sort of answer. Sasha was beginning to hesitate answering Sam's questions but she knew that he would find out someway. She knelt down in front of Sam and became eye to eye with him, "There are certain things I can answer" she said in a monotone voice, "But however there are certain things I cannot answer." She added on.

Chelsea Massachusetts, 1775

Even though Miles was miles away from Sasha and Sam he could sense their emotions in the air…love…deep down…no matter how hard they tried…no matter how deep they buried it…no matter what…they could not hide what they felt and Miles knew it more than anybody. He also knew he had to act fast in order for his plan to go as he had intended it to go. Miles walked quickly down the town's main road…and its only road at that. He heard the sound of drunken shouts as he neared his destination. He clutched his sword tightly in his hand, kicked down the door and stormed in.

Sam stared up at the ceiling…slowly digesting the words that he had just been told. "I know it is tough now but it passes…"Sasha said in a soft tone. "AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!?! YOU SEEMED TO TAKE ENJOYMENT IN KIDNAPPING ME!"Sam shouted in Sasha's face. Miles stabbed his sword into the last of the drunkards. On the floor, in the corner of the bar was a young boy around Sam's age, he had navy blue eyes, pale skin…almost albino, his hair was dirty blonde, he was not the strongest boy around but it would do just fine for Miles…Sam had a younger brother and Miles planned to use them against one another…even if it would kill him.

CHAPTER 4
Flashback of 1758
A younger, smarter Miles Layfetta stood nervously with Edmund Freeman. They had been standing behind a large, old, dusty observation window for some time now watching a red haired teenage girl give birth…but these were not normal births…but then again nothing was exactly normal to a templar knight now was it? Mile's sensed something more about these three children and soon to be four…but what was so special about those little brats?

Edmund was becoming uneasy as well…the voices coming from the outside were getting louder, the voices were getting angrier. Edmund knew that the time to act was now…he could not hide the templar order much longer. Edmund turned to his elite squad of knights and sighed "Alright y'all get your rifles ready…it is time for what may be our final battle." Edmund ordered and grabbed his own sword before heading to the exit, his squad followed behind him. Edmund kicked down the door and charged out with his men by his side…the last sound the heard was the sound of the fourth child coming into this hellish world.

Mile's hurriedly ran through the marble halls with a bloody dagger in hand. The sound of distant musket shots lingered through the air

Chelsea Massachusetts, 1775

Mile's sighed…he hated that dreaded memory of Edmunds death…he could truly care less about the elite knights that died fighting for his safety. He turned to the boy who he had named Lucas…the boy was weak…he would eventually die at some point, But even though the boy was going to die…Only Mile's knew when that day would come…yes…Mile's was a truly evil man.

Outside Boston, 1775

Sam growled and muttered under a swear under his breath…he was getting very, very, very tired of hearing Sasha This isn't a good word, either. and complain about life and other things that a guy should not hear on a daily basis. "You never really did tell me why you so rudely attacked me." Sam said interrupting Sasha on her ranting. Sasha glared at him bitterly for interrupting her…she sooooo wanted to smack him for that. "I have been instructed to keep that information away from you by a higher" Sasha remarked with a cocky smirk. Sam rolled his eyes as they passed by the buildings and people. They walked for what seemed like the longest time in silence.

CHAPTER 5
Boston, 1775

It was nearing midnight and Sasha was having trouble sleeping…the seemingly freezing cold breeze was not helping her get to sleep much. She got up out of her bed, put on a gown, lights a candle and made her way down the hallway to the room where Sam was in. She peeked inside and saw him sleeping…lucky him. She slowly opened the door and gently walked into the room and sat at the edge of the bed. "I am so sorry for doing this to you" She whispered softly as she looked at his "sleeping" body…Sam always did have great hearing. Sasha stood up slowly and looked at him one more time before slowly leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

THE NEXT DAY

Bright sun-light flooded Sam's eyes as he woke up. Sam groggily got out of bed and was surprised to find some spare clothes at the foot of the bed. Sam quickly got dressed, assuming the clothes were from Sasha…maybe she was not so bad after all. He left the room in and made his way downstairs hoping to find her but found nothing...he never did bother to check her room now did he? He made his way to the living room still hoping to find her but found the man that he had seen three days before. Mile's looked up to see Sam…this was all going perfectly. Sam looked behind him and then to his sides as if making sure that nobody was beside him or behind him. "Eh…have I seen ya from before?" Sam asked in a confused tone. "Yes…yes ya have seen me before." Mile's said "Please Sam have a seat beside me." Mile's added on and scooted over. Sam sat down beside him, unsure of what exactly was going on. "I am positive that ya have plenty of questions, and I can assure you that they will all be answered at some point."Mile's said in a nonchalant manner.

Lucas POV

Lucas woke up in a dark, damp room with a single candle for a light. Where was he? Why was he wherever he was? Nothing truly did seem right in his life anymore. He hopped up off the rough, lumpy straw mattress and fell to the ground…he had not ever heard of two beds stacked up on top of each other before…and being held up four posts? How dangerous was that! Lucas looked around the room for anything to occupy him since attempting to escape was not on his mind at that very moment. He heard a soft noise coming from somewhere off in the distance…the sound of voices…he listened as close as he could. He heard it again…a tormented female voice but no male voice…but of course he had no clue that "soft noise" was actually a very loud scream coming from somewhere under ground…

Sasha POV

Naked and chained to a wall was Sasha Fitzgerald...her body broken and bloody. She had lost all track of time during her torment…her reasons for being tortured? Treason against Mile's and falling for the supposed enemy…Sam. Sasha looked up as her torturer left the room. She had one fractured arm, both of her knees were busted, a dark splotched had formed around her eye, thick rope bond her arms and legs to the cold wall. She struggled to get out of her bonds but…obviously failed. She was starting to fear death…and for once…her normally fiery personality was not so fiery…"Where is Sam? …where is my templar knight?"Sasha whispered softly to herself.

CHAPTER 6
Boston, 1776

Mile's stood in-front of Sasha's limp body with a smug smirk. "Love…such a pointless a pointless emotion. Would you not agree Ms. Fitzgerald?"Mile's mocked. This had been the first time he had spoken in three long minutes that seemed to go on forever to Sasha. "I thought I had trained you better than this."Mile's said to her calmly. "I thought I had made you better than this."Mile's added on and slapped her across the face. "But I guess I was wrong of course."Mile's said as he turned away from her. Sasha slowly lifter her head and spat at him. "He'll come for me at some point." Sasha rasped out softly, wishing the one she loved so dearly would come to her rescue. "And I can assure that you'll be dead by then too." Mile's retorted. Sasha slowly put her head down but turned her head towards the doorway…a volley of musket shots had rang out from out of nowhere. "You stay here."Mile's growled at Sasha. Mile's grabbed the long silver pistol that would have been used to execute Sasha and left the room.

The scene outside the room was one of all out warfare. Several prisoners had somehow gotten free, including the boy that was known as Lucas. From what Mile's could see he had lost many men. All while inflicting heavy casualties onto the enemy… whoever they were. "YOU THERE!"Mile's shouted to one of his soldiers. The soldier scrambled over to him quickly. "Yes sir!?"He replied. "How many men have we lost?" Mile's asked. "I would reckon…fifty."The soldier replied before a musket ball slammed into the side of his chest…straight into his heart. The soldier stumbled for a few second, put his hand to the wound and looked at his blood soaked hand…then died. Mile's picked up the dead man's musket and shoved a musket ball down the barrel then, moved forward. Lucas was in the heat of all the fighting. He was with a man slightly older than him, and had a striking resemblance to him. The man was wounded. "Someone get this man a medic!" Lucas shouted. A shot hit the man in the hand, severing it. Another soldier helped him away from the battle field. Mile's seemed to be getting closer with every second but of course he knew that his men were going to be forced to retreat. Mile's spotted the boy who had decided that he would take apprentice; this obviously was not going to happen now. Mile's lifted the pistol, taking aim at his head. Mile's pulled the trigger and Lucas…poor poor Lucas fell dead with a bullet in his head.

A few hours later.

Sam was patrolling the rooms of the now deserted hide out of Mile's de Layfetta. He heard a soft voice coming from one of the rooms. Sam hurried from room to room in search of the voice until he eventually found a room with camouflaged door that blended into the stone walls. Sam dropped his long silver pistol that he had found in an empty hallway and pushed the door open with his one good hand. "Sasha!"Sam exclaimed and rushed over to her. "Oh dear heavens are you alright?"He asked worriedly and untied her from the wall. Sasha fell into his arms and broke into tears. All Sam could do was hold her close.

CHAPTER 7
Boston, 1776

For Sasha the weeks seemed to go by slower than ever. It was around noon, the sun shone brightly though the little window of Sasha's home. Sasha was still getting used to Sam being gone; he had joined the newly formed continental marines. She moved a strand of blonde her out of her eyes and spotted a letter that Sam had written her, she let out a small sigh "I miss you Sam." She whispered to herself and picked up the letter, and began to read.

Dearest Sasha.

I am truly sorry that I had to go. Those British boys are really taking the fight to us I tell you what, I have not any sleep for the past week an' a half because of the constant shelling by British gunboats. I cannot tell you were I am 'cause my buddies will think I am a tory. I really do pray that this war has a quick end. I really do miss you Sasha.

PS I met Washington! He is a really funny guy and really smart to…I think he will lead us to freedom alights.

Love Sam.

Sasha began to cry softly to herself as she puts the letter down. He had only been gone about six weeks and she was already missing him like he had been gone for years on end. She stood up and straightened herself out, smoothed her hair and dabbed the tears from her eyes. A loud knocking on the door jolted her into reality; she walked slowly to the door and peered out the little eye-hole. "No." She quietly whispered to herself after seeing who the person at the door was. Sasha quickly tip-toed into her bedroom and pulled a long, heavy British brown Bess out from under the mattress, shoved a ball down the barrel and pour in some powder…she was not going to let her life be thrown into even more chaos then it already was. By the time she had down all this, the man outside the door had forced himself inside and began to look for her. Sasha peered around her open bedroom door and looked down the hallway. She spotted him with his back turned towards her. The man stood about 6,6 and had very long silky brown hair that ran loosely down his muscled back. She knew him from somewhere…but where? Sasha lifted the heavy musket slowly, taking aim to the back of the man's head. He turned around quickly and gazed at her with to dark, mysterious amber eyes, as if hypnotizing her. "Hello." He said coolly. "I have heard so much about you."Said the man as he smoothly to step closer to the ever so nervous Sasha. "Keep your distance." She warned nervously, slowly inching her finger back on the trigger. "Do you really want to kill me?" The man asked. "Did I do anything to hurt you?" The man asked sarcastically. Sasha closed her eyes and began to think of Sam and what he would want her to do. The shot cracked like thunder and the man toppled over, his face clinging on by a few threads of bloody, tattered skin. This man was the Eldest brother of the new Templar order.

Woah, this is just-woah. That's all I can say, but I cannot wait for another chapter! And don't forget to post the fantasy and maturity ratings.

Oooh, great job, Garrison. ^^ I can't wait to read the next part!

(Cat is right, though. Please do remember the fantasy and maturity ratings.)

Chapter 10 will probably have Sam.

Coolness, can't wait!

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