Welcome to my first story! This is the first chapter in my first series! Tell my what you think with a review!
*Note: This chapter is short, but the others will be longer.
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Night patrol was never my favorite thing. It bored me so much, even when Jamie was there to keep me company. My dark hazel eyes swept the surrounding, searching for signs of life.
Footsteps on concrete echoed through an alley and I peered over the edge of the building. A dark figure was there, and began swiftly scaling the wall to where I was perched. I backed away from the edge, ready to attack the incoming figure.
In a matter of seconds, a pair of pale hands grasped the edge of the building and hauled a tall figure of a girl to the roof. A white hoodie with the hood drawn hid the girl's eyes, but a flash of white from her smile made me relax.
"It's about time you showed up," I said, as I rolled my eyes dramatically.
"I am actually on time," stated Jamie, "You were just early." I shrugged as I stood from my previous defensive stance.
"You ready to make rounds? Let's get this over with as quickly as possibly." I looked at Jamie, her dark hair flying in the wind. She nodded, and extended her hidden blade. I extended mine as well, and inspected the blade. Tiny intricate designs laced the thin, but durable, blade. I retracted it, and noticed that Jamie had done the same.
"Let's go," said Jamie, "We have homework to do when we're done here."
I groaned; even though we were Assassins, we still had to deal with school. But school was the least of my worries these days. Templars haunted my mind, and I was determined to destroy every single one.
Jamie turned and ran in the other direction, taking a giant leap to the nearby rooftop. I shook my head, ridding my mind of the thought; for now. I ran after her, taking a giant leap at the edge. I soared through the air and landed in a roll. Jamie already was far ahead of me, which didn't trouble me. She may be faster, but I was stronger and soon I was able to catch her.
For the next five hours, we ran side by side. Nothing was happening, and everything was quiet. We didn't encounter any Templars, or anyone. We slowed down to walking, and the only sound that could be heard was our footsteps.
"Hey Jamie," I began, "There is nothing out here. Do you think we could end early?"
"Thank goodness," Jamie exclaimed. She sat down on the edge of the roof and pulled her hood back. A cold breeze blew across the roof as I drew close to Jamie. I sat down next to her and I glanced at her. From under my hood, I saw her tired, bright blue eyes staring back at me. "Let's go home, I'm completely exhausted."
I nodded and got on my feet. I reached down and grasped her hand, and helped her to her feet. As we began walking, a noise catches our attention. The sound of many heavy footsteps echoing in an alley made Jamie and I rush to the edge. What we saw made us both gasp out loud.
Warren Vidic, the evil, Templar snake himself. He was with a group of five scouts and a strange man he was speaking in an urgent tone to. Jamie quickly pulled her hood up quickly, obscuring her eyes from view. She drew her throwing knives as I extended my hidden blade. The men stopped walking and the five scouts surrounded the men talking.
"My assistant has informed me of... problems involving Subject 15. Something about the subject being pregnant interfering with our search for the Apple," said Warren, speaking to the other man. "Soon, we will need our next subject. This search was turning into a dead end."
"Of course, sir," explained the other man, "I have been informed of an infiltration soon to come. Our inside sources have said that an descendent of-"
We leaped from the sky, like raining death, and landed on two scouts. I withdrew my hidden blade from the neck of my target, as Jamie yanked two throwing knives from her target's back.
I looked up, and as soon as I made eye contact with Warren's eyes, I knew we should have called reinforcements. His look was deadly, and he meant business.
"Look," spat Warren Vidic, "two weak, Assassin dogs."
I snarled and felt my muscles tense, ready to pounce. I felt a restraining hand on my shoulder. I glanced back, noticing the warning in Jamie's features. I stood back straight, the snarl never leaving my face.
"Call me weak again, Templar scum, and see how strong I really am," I said. I glared him in the eyes, letting no fear show. I glanced back at Jamie, the visible part of her face displayed no emotion. Yet, I knew what she was thinking. Years of training together as partners as made her thoughts as easy to read as my own.
The men seemed to be quietly conversing, contemplating something or another. The more likely being how to dispose of us.
"What are doing here?" said the other man. He stared at me, as if he was actually hesitant to kill me.
"We're here to end your miserable lives," said a confident Jamie behind me. With her throwing knives in hand, she chucked three with such speed that the scouts didn't have a chance. The remaining scouts fell to ground, each with a knife protruding from their hearts.
Then, the two Templars charged us, blades and fists ready. We extended our hidden blades and attacked back. The unknown man charged me, whilst Warren attacked my friend, and the fight began.
The fight wasn't going well. I was beat up and bleeding from numerous wounds. My opponent was definitely fairing better than I, with only a minimal number of cuts. I glanced behind me, and saw that Jamie was in a worse condition than me. She was exhausted before, and now she looked like a zombie.
That's when things turned for the worse. While I was looking back at Jamie, my opponent took advantage of my distraction and sliced my arm. I stumbled back, almost losing my balance. I grabbed my arm, trying to stop the bleeding.
"You won't... stop... the Assassins," I stammered. I panted; I was so tired and worn down and hurt. I didn't know how much longer I could stand. A cry of pain made me turn around. Jamie collapsed into unconsciousness in a bloody heap, Warren Vidic standing over her.
"No!" I exclaimed. Jamie couldn't have fallen; she is so strong and brave, this couldn't be! I ran to her side, and gave a sigh of relief to see that she was still breathing. I turned around, ready to kill these vermin, only to be greeted with a fist to my face.
I fell to ground, my vision fading.
"Well done, Daniel Cross."
