I just want to thank everyone for the attention that's been given to this story - it's kind of surprising to be honest. Anyway, here's a new chapter. I'll try and upload another this week since I have no lectures. Enjoy! btw, this is set in 1806 in America.

Chapter Four:

I landed down with a thud, the wind knocked out of my lungs. I began to cough and panic as I was turned onto my back, where I coughed with relief. I turned my neck to look up at a knowing smile on Connor's face.

"I hate you." I managed to splutter out the words at the mohawk-ed man.

"Again." He said, eyes blazing into mine as he moved backwards and sat down cross-legged again, watching me intently. I sighed and picked myself up, taking a few steps back, and then sprinting towards the wall at my fastest possible speed. I leapt towards the wall, reached up for the ledge, grabbing it for the hundreth time. I pulled myself up with both of my hands to the window frames, but as I tried to jump to the window above, my hand grazed along the wall and I dropped down to the ground - again.

"Chrissake!" I shouted in anger, frustratedly slamming my fist into the ground. "We've been doing this for hours!"

"And not one ounce of progress." Connor informed me. I turned around at him.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" I took a step towards him. "Are you trying to piss me off? Because you're doing a great job of it!" I walked back to the wall, waiting for him to respond, which he didn't, so I continued on. "Maybe you could show me how it's done then instead of just sitting there!" Connor eyed me carefully, his expression peaceful and unchanging.

"Again." He said. I shook my head in response as I approached the wall slowly, steadily starting to think out a path to the top.

"What's the point with all the climbing? Ain't it possible to just... fire a cannon into the group of Templars?"

"It would seem you are in need of learning far more than just how an Assassin climbs." Connor stated.

"Hey, I'm only here because you want me to be here - insulting me isn't the best way to keep me here!" I snapped at him. Connor ignored my outburst.

"Again." He repeated himself. I sighed and continued to climb, trying to move fast enough to keep my momentum carrying me upwards. "It is not enough to simply kill a man, you must destroy the idea of the Templars to ensure they do not return."

"Didn't you kill the Templars a while back? You obviously didn't do a great jo-"

I lost my foothold and went plummeting back to the ground. I began to cough and splutter, holding the back of my head in pain. I was once again turned onto my back so I could breathe, gasping for air.

"Again." Connor said softly.

"No!" I stood up, knocking his arms away from me. "Not again! I'm sick and tired of you telling me what to do! I came here to learn how to kill Wolcott, not to learn how to climb up a bloody house! None of this is going to help me!" Connor simply held his hands and stared at me as I yelled. He then began to pace in front of me, limping slightly.

"How hard would it be to kill Victor Wolcott in the street?"

"And live?" I asked, shrugging. "I don't know... very?"

"And how hard would it be to kill him from a rooftop?"

I paused, thinking about it. If I had a musket, and could shoot Wolcott from the rooftops, then all I would have to worry about would be getting away. I could actually survive the assassination!

"Try once more." Connor instructed me. I clenched my jaw and walked up to the wall.

"Do not try and move fast. A cub must learn to walk before he can run."

"Are you calling me a baby?"

"Focus, Nathan." I closed my jaw, feeling my chest burn hot from his condescendence. "Make sure your grip is firm before moving your weight. Test that the hold is strong enough to carry you."

I did as he said, grabbing a windowsill and hoisting my weight up, so my feet both stood there. I eyed a loose brick I had tried to use as a foothold, but this time, I pulled the brick out of the wall, and use it as a hold, thrusting my fingers in there, and launching myself up the wall, where I caught another windowsill. However, I felt the wood snap, and quickly grabbed onto the window itself to stop myself falling. My legs dangled in the air for a moment as my body slammed into the wall, making me gasp in pain. I let out a groan and tried my hardest to hold on. I wasn't giving Connor the satisfation. I was going to climb this fucking wall so I'd be able to kill Wolcott.

I fell to the ground again, only this time, I started ripping grass out of the Earth, yelling in anger.

"We shall continue tomorrow morning. Do as you will Nathan. I shall see you presently." Connor moved inside the house. I couldn't believe him - he didn't think I could do it! Like he could climb from the first moment he tried! I'd show him. I was going to be better than he ever was!

I moved to the wall and took a run, launching a few steps against it and grabbing onto the windowsill, then moving up past where the brick used to be, where I jumped towards the windowsill and missed.

I fell on the floor with a thud, gasping for breath, but I immediately got back up - I wouldn't be able to lay down if I was chasing Wolcott.

I slammed onto the ground, having slipped from the torrential rain, but I pushed myself back up - I couldn't let rain stop me if I was chasing Wolcott.

My head collided with the wall before the grass when the cold night came, causing my fingers to go numb, but I immediately got back up, wiping the blood from my mouth - nor cold, nor rain, nor hurt was going to stop me.

By the next morning, I had fallen asleep, and was woken up by the voice of Connor.

"Nathan!"

"What?" I asked, barely awake.

"We start our training."

I stood up, looking down from the rooftop, grinning at him.

"But I've already learnt how to climb."

"So I see. But how would you get down?" Connor smiled at me.

I began to scratch my head in response, unsure of how I was actually going to get down.

"I... I didn't really think that far ahead."

Connor chuckled to himself and whistled, and a horse came along, carting along a hay bale. Connor held the reigns of the horse and looked up at me.

"Jump."

"You know what... I'm alright!" I shouted at him, half-laughing.

"The hay will break your fall."

"Right, and the height will break my back!"

"You will not have time to climb down a building when there are guns aimed at you."

"Yeah, well..." I paused, trying to think.

"You will not be hurt Nathan."

"Uh-huh. Thanks! That's really comforting..." I muttered. I took a few steps back, breathing deeply before sprinting forwards and jumping forwards, falling rapidly towards the cart. My arms and legs flailed and I began to curse loudly as I reached the ground further and further, until I fell...

"You see?"

Connor smiled. I normally would have responded, but I was just too happy to be alive, and slumped back into the hay, letting my body collapse and fall limp, and my eyes gently shut.