Assassin's Creed: U-Turns

NaNoWriMo 2014. Hopefully I aim to finish this. It is a sequel to At Cross Roads though, so


20. 3rd September 2013, 7:37 pm ~ Alliance (Nebraska), USA

Amanda's eyes fluttered and she returned to the present. She sighed and sat up in the Animus chair, rubbing her eyes to remove the image of the carnage at Bannockburn. She touched her shoulder, the pain of the arrows no longer present but somehow a very vivid reminiscence. Amanda could feel her muscles become taut, stronger, and she felt she knew how to use her limbs in a fight.
She'd bet she could take on anyone.
“You doing okay?” Rebecca asked her, touching her shoulder with one hand and pulling down her headphones with the other.
Amanda nodded.
“Wait,” Rebecca said, grasping her arm as Amanda rose to leave, “You haven't said much since... you know.”
Amanda frowned - a look she had grown accustomed to in the last few days - and murmured, “What is there to say?”
“I shouldn't have shown you all that, huh?” Rebecca said. She shook her head, “I'm real sorry, Amanda.”
“Don't be,” Amanda said, raising a hand, “I'm just glad... I know now.”
“Is there anything... you, you know, want to talk about?”
“Not really,” Amanda said, “You could put me back in the Animus though.”
“It's important you get enough breaks,” Rebecca stressed, an uneasy look crumpling her face, “You've been using it a lot in the past few days. It's not good for your head.”

“It feels good to escape,” she said, “To... belong.”
“Did... Shaun say something?”
“No... I, I just feel like a... misfit. Jack doesn't feel that way with William or Robert the Bruce. But me... everything just gets weirder and weirder,” Amanda scratched her head, “harder and harder...”
“Maybe we ought to do something normal? We can't really do much, but how does shopping sound? We need to restock on some supplies anyway. And we don't really have the kind of money to just throw away on clothes and accessories, but I guess we could, you know, window-shop?”
Amanda regarded Rebecca and then smiled slowly, “You're not kidding?”
“I've never been out with you, but I'd bet my life that you're way better than Shaun,” Rebecca snorted.
Amanda laughed, “Well, alright then. Let's go shopping.”

“Now, hold on just a minute,” Shaun interrupted.
Rebecca and Amanda both groaned.
“What? You couldn't possibly be under the impression that I couldn't hear you gossiping about me? This is a caravan, not a house,” Shaun said, walking up to them and folding his arms, “Now, it's crucial that you both don't get carried away.”
Amanda smiled at him, “Wouldn't you just love that?” she giggled, “Unfortunately for you, I'm still mourning the loss of my man.”
“Your perverted thoughts aside-”
“Oh, so now they're my perverted thoughts?”
Shaun ignored her, “You'll get spotted,” Shaun said, “We can't have that.”
“We'll only be gone for a while, Shaun,” Rebecca reassured, “Two hours, tops.”
“Two-! What? Has window-shopping for clothes become actually trying them on?” Shaun scolded.
Amanda looked at Rebecca, “I always thought those two were exactly the same thing...”
“So did I,” Rebecca laughed.
“This is no laughing matter-”
“Shaun!” John barked from the shotgun seat, “Did you want to tag along with their girly shopping spree?”
“Well, no-”
“Then, shut the fuck up!” John snapped, “Trying to sleep here!”

“I think that settles it,” Amanda smirked.
“Oh, ha-ha,” Shaun turned up his nose, “Just remember to get some teabags. We're out. And none of that bloody herbal rubbish.”

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