Author's Note~!
Hellooooo Fanfic. Net! NightFury4869 here! Here's my first fanfic-and I'm glad to say there's more to come than this lil' thing. My chaps will be short, so be warned there. Please critique-it's what I live for! One request, though-it has to be constructive. You can call me completely untalented-but give me proof. That's it! Please enjoy the story, and review!
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed is mine! Yessssss…..*blood spurts* Altair: No.
Chapter One: In Through the Looking Glass
Christmas Eve, 2010. Six friends sat in the living room of a house. There were 4 girls and two guys. Everyone was having a good time.
"Nice of me to invite you guys to my house, huh?" said Jo, eyes narrowed in concentration. Jo was gangly and quite tall, standing 5'10" at the age of fifteen. He wore his hair a natural pitch black, looking slightly midnight blue when struck right by light. His eyes were inky black, but turned hazel when struck by direct light. He delighted in martial arts, with a black belt in Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Wing Tsun and Cheet Kun Do. He was also quite familiar with various weapons, such as the Katana, Wakizashi, Bo staff, and English longsword.
He also possessed intimate knowledge of most firearms and could assemble and disassemble 75% of production firearms blindfolded. But it didn't really show, with his geeky talent with technology, mild, happy-go-lucky demeanor and glasses. It wasn't obvious, but beneath that skinny frame of his lay tough and sinewy muscle.
He was currently wearing his favorite outfit, a TARDIS T-shirt with good fitting black track pants and black combat boots, playing Assassin's Creed on his new desktop, as Altair ran from rooftop to rooftop, dodging guards along the way. The desktop was connected to a large plasma monitor on the wall opposite the couch, above the television, and was controlled wirelessly via a keyboard and mousepad.
"Yeah, yeah," said his best friend Brianna, though she prefers to be called Bree. She was 16, blonde-brown and slightly shorter than he was, standing at 5'7". She had central heterochromia, with green/blue irises with a ring of hazel surrounding her pupils. She was an expert cross country runner and was very capable of free running and parkour. She was also an expert archer, able to chain hit targets up to 250 feet away with a longbow.
Unlike Jo, who looked scrawny no matter what he did, her efforts showed in her impeccably healthy figure. Wearing a blue ocean T-shirt, jeans and black converses, she was currently trying and failing the Assassin's Creed tutorial for the nth time on the Xbox, knocking another jar carrier over. The whole group sniggered behind her.
"Yeah, 'this is easy,' he says. Yeah, right." Jo laughed, clutching his stomach, losing control and making Altair fall off the building he was on, prompting a snorted "Oh, shoot" and more laughs.
"Jo, don't be condescending!" said Jo's sister, Joyce. She wasn't as armed as her brother was, but she was still a scary lil' ten year old. Her outfit, which was a long sleeved gray hoodie with matching pants and sneakers, was quite her age.
Only standing to her brother's shoulders at a nice 4'15" for her age, she was thrusting a foil against a dummy, piercing the thin leather and making dents in the plastic underneath. Despite her young age, Joyce was a master of fencing, by her standards. Able to twirl a foil like it grew out of her hand, she fenced for China's junior team. She also did no small amount of Karate herself, and possessed a blue belt as a result. She wore shoulder length black hair, and, unlike her brother, dark brown eyes. She was well built, but did not possess the intricacies of puberty yet.
There was a sudden whizzing noise, and a knife buried itself into the couch half an inch from Jo's leg. Jo's expression didn't change. He didn't take his eyes off the game.
"Nice try," Melissa said, "but you blinked."
Melissa was 16 as well and was a master at ninjutsu. She could accurately throw a knife over 50 feet away and kill you without you realizing it. She had also been through quite a tough life and was, most of the time, slightly paranoid. She also had uncanny reflexes and was very scary when angry. She was 5'3". Short, and though stout would fit her quite well, she would kill anybody who uses the adjective on her. She had wavy dark brown hair, tortoiseshell glasses and brown eyes under them. Currently sitting on the couch and reading a thick book, she had one hand outstretched, having just thrown the knife.
Camille quietly chuckled from her spot in the corner. She was 15, 5'2" and very quiet. Below that demeanor, however, is a very dangerous person. Having a talent in far ranged weapondry, she could easily put a hole in your head from a mile away, provided that you're visible to her. A young expert in knives as well, she carries a pair of switchblades around with her all the time. With short black hair slightly longer than shoulder length, she peered from under her bangs with dark brown eyes and frameless glasses. Currently buried in piles of manga, she was flipping through the first volume of Axis Powers Hetalia.
"Yeah, Jo, you blinked," she said mockingly.
"Hee hee ha ha," said Jo, "why does everybody pick on me?"
"'Cause you deserve to be picked on," Melissa replied in a deadpan tone.
"Indeed," said Max, the only other guy in the group.
Max was 16 and 6'1". He was typically American, with brown curly hair and brown eyes. He was built like a bear and had the attitude of one. Well, one with a bad concussion. He was playing Brotherhood on the Playstation he brought over and was pretty good at it. Ezio suddenly jumped off St. Peter's Basilica and landed with an unsightly splat in the middle of Rome. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt with jeans and sneakers, and as the poor assassin ended up in the animus again, he gave up and turned to Jo.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
Jo winced. "Not too well, I sort of got the attention of every guard in Jerusalem and had to run. I've just come out of a rooftop garden, though, so it's not so bad."
Suddenly, the lights flickered and electronics went out. Everybody froze in surprise, and then the lights died.
Everybody grumbled, except for Jo, who immediately reached under his chair. In pitch black, he could feel the handle of a flashlight, and clicked the button. He shined the flashlight around the room. "Is everyone alright?" he asked. His friends nodded. "This is really weird. I'm going to get something, just in case." He tossed the flashlight to Bree and disappeared.
"But you can't see!" she called.
"Oh yes, I can," he replied, out of sight, "I have better night vision than all of you!'" He reappeared, carrying his katana and wakizashi, along with a custom fit harness, designed so that he could carry a multitude of melee weapons undetected under his shirt.
"I'm not having these things lying around," he quipped, throwing his sister her sword, "Something might happen to them." He inspected his katana, A white hardened elm scabbard, known as a Saya, wrapped in blue fabric ended in a ray skin wrapped handle concealing one of the most perfectly engineered swords of all time was in his hands. Melissa snickered, interrupting his train of thought.
"Like what? We're in your living room. What are you scared of, rogue dust bunnies?" Everyone laughed. Then Jo looked behind Melissa, to his television. "No," he said, grin disappearing, "like that." Everyone turned. Bree gasped. The monitor to his computer was flickering. Suddenly, the screen pixelated, and there was what appears to be a pulsing portal in the TV. Glowing blue and gray, the tunnel looked like it was carved out of solid blocks of color, with pixels spinning around everywhere.
"What's going on?" cried Max, unable to believe what was going on.
"I have no idea!" yelled Jo, an insane grin growing on his face, "But I intend to find out!" Jo ran towards the monitor, grabbing his brown trenchcoat along the way. He jumped in, the screen rippling with his mass. The rest of the group glanced at each other.
"Well, we can't just leave him!" Joyce yelled, and jumped in after her sibling. The rest of the group grinned at each other and dived in as well. And so, another great adventure is about to begin.