The Pack (Assassins creed x Reader)

Chapter 8

I slip on my socks and shoes, before grabbing the shopping list. "Hey Connor!" I call out, looking around the empty house. I decide to leave early in the morning since the closest town was almost an hour away ... the downsides of living out in the country. 

The buff Native American walked out from around the corner, walking up to me offering me a small smile. "Ready Connor?" I question, walking over to grab my car keys and purse. 

Connor nodded in reply, before following me out of the house. I locked the door behind me, leading Connor over towards a silver jeep parked on the driveway. I get into the driver's seat while Connor climbed into the passenger's side ... through the open window. 

"You know you could've just opened the door?" I said, gesturing to the door handle of the jeep. 

"Oh ... that's what that's for." Connor said, looking at the handle in amazement. 

I begin having second thoughts, but simply shook them away before starting the car, the engine roared to life, causing Connor to jump. "It's just the engine. It ... makes the car move." I tell him, putting the car in reverse, locking the doors as I did so, along with rolling up the windows. 

"What is this ... metal carriage." Connor asked, looking around the car and begin playing with the vents. 

"It's called a car, specifically this one is called a jeep, it does basically the same thing a carriage does except is doesn't require horses to move." I explained to him as I backed out of the driveway slowly, putting on my seatbelt as I did so, before shifting the gears to drive and drove along the dirt road. I look over at Connor, which copied me and placed his seatbelt on, watching him roll the window up and down, watching the window in amazement. 

I giggle lightly, turning on the radio, which caught his attention quickly as he begin to listen to the music. I reached the main road, stopping at the stop sign, watching a few cars pass. Once it was clear, I drove into the main road, putting the jeep on cruise control as I leaned my head back. 

"Do people still ride horses to places?" Connor asked, looking over at me, interest sparkling in his brown eyes. 

I shrugged, "Not really. Some would just ride around for fun, enter their horses in competition, or some do still rely on horses to get to places. That is a whole religion right there, although I don't see many of them around here, but it's pretty cool to see them riding in carriages." I ramble on, before closing my mouth after some time. 

"That's ... really a religion? Carriage riding?" Connor questioned, raising a brow. 

"It's not a religion on carriage riding if that's what you're thinking. It's a religion that ... well, don't use technology. In fact they hate it." I tried to explain, honestly, history on different religions wasn't my strong suit. 

Connor nodded seeming to understand, "But why do they hate it? Doesn't it make things easier?" 

I shrug, "I don't know, they just don't. They prefer the old ways of things." 

It was quiet for the rest of the ride into town, the only noise being the music playing on the radio. I couldn't help but look over at Connor, he was staring out the window, watching the trees fly by, his brown eyes were sparkling with interest. I couldn't help but admire his features, his light brown skin seemed to glow in the sun's light, his dark brown hair neatly tied back, moving slightly as the ventilation blowed onto him. Even the feathers in his hair fluttered. 

I tore my eyes away, looking back out towards the road, taking out the small pendant and began to fiddle with it. I couldn't help but feel ... responsible for them being here, in this changed world. I went to look over at Connor once more, only to make eye contact with his dark brown orbs. We both quickly looked away from one another. I felt heat flood to my cheeks, pink dusting my cheeks.