Author: So I thought you guys would get a little laugh at this concept I had dancing around in my head for almost a year. What.. and bare with me.. if Assassin's Creed met Resident Evil (the name gives it away)? Stupid, right? I thought at first.. nah, this couldn't work, it would just be.. too strange, too weird, but as I delved into it a bit more during the first two months of the idea I felt something click. Hey, maybe this could work. It'd be interesting to see how the characters from RE would respond in a AC modern scenario, if just for the giggles. As I began to start writing this I realized just how fun it was to try to create this in a way to make both situations work in a puzzle-fit blend. I love both stories and want to do them as much justice as I can so if something is inaccurate or whatnot feel free to point it out. I would love the opinions!

I'm not sure how far I'll take this story, I just thought it'd be cool to kind of tinker with it. If you enjoy it that's totally awesome! If not I understand, haha. It's a tad bit out there. If any would like to help with it just contact me. I dunno if this'll even take off or not, though I got a lot written for it (to which will be posted with time in 'chapters'). If you have any questions please ask away! n_n

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Assassin's Creed, none of the places, characters and whatnot. I don't really own anything in this with the exception of various OCs I may craft to fit in (like Templar lackeys and whatnot). I do own my foot though. Haha!

I'm sorry for the long kind of 'intro' to the story (the rest should be small or none at all) so without further adieu enjoy! :3


Year Unknown.

In order to properly start you off you must first know how it all began, the prelude to such a grand scheme that came into fruition. Our story takes off on a rocky ledge in the mountains of the Appalachian in the great state of Pennsylvania. The tall peak behind gave the scene a gruesome shadow while the falling snow of winter blew about. A lonesome couple stood on this ledge, their bodies shrouded in full climbing gear, backs fitted with packs and feet decked in thick boots. Goggled eyes peered out into the horizon, light hues scanning the beautiful scenery. It was gorgeous up here.

It was a year before they wanted to conceive their third child, they had decided on this.. but at the moment that wasn't important. This couple lived in London, Great Britain, and were currently exploring the mountains after having it suggested by a colleague as time to relax and enjoy being together. The weather, of course, was a minor setback at first but as they arrived at the base it was quite a thrill to climb it afterward. The nippy air pushed the adrenaline to a new height, stirring them both to do their very best. The couple did everything together, a married pair they were, and mountain climbing was nothing new.

They found themselves on a ledge, taking a break.. but suddenly the mountain rumbled, alerting them that something was very wrong. They turned to peer up the mountain.. they were greeted by a frightening sight.. one that would wipe them away completely in one fell swoop. Avalanche.

Back home in London their youngest son was practicing his studies, tapping his pencil against his desk in boredom. Oh how he missed his parents. He always worried when they left him there, off on another adventure while he was stuck back at the mansion with his two butlers, four servants, a chef and two maids, along with his tutor, who looked bored out of his mind as well. "Perhaps we can make dinner?" The young twelve year old asked with a slight smile. The tutor returned it and the pair moved to the kitchen to help the chef prepare something to eat.

A worried little boy, you might think he was, but beneath this emotion, beneath the concern, the wonder, lurked something worse, a demon, a view on the world that his parents helped shape. What you don't know will be revealed to you soon, the legacy that sprouts like a garden full of snakes. Evil comes in the unexpected places.. and our bad intentions start with this boy.. and his parents teaching.


Year Unknown.

It has been four years since the week his parents never returned. He grieved, he stayed up recounting his memories, searching for hope, but none ever came. He was informed, two months after they left, that a reported avalanche hit the area they were in and had likely buried them. A team would be sent in to search for their remains and bring them home, but it would take time. Time indeed. Four months of excavating and they were discovered a bit toward the base, having been dragged down a good ways. Dug up and wrapped in sheets the bodies were safely returned to London for a proper burial. 4000 people attended. His father was a very.. respected and well known man. He was in some kind of group, but he had chosen to keep his son out of it until he was older and could decide for himself; join or lead a normal life.

The young boy never touched his father's things until he turned 16, his current age. He could understand what the stuff meant if he read it, he figured. His father's study was of access if one knew the codes.. which of course he did. The door parted before the eager lad as he strolled inside and began to rifle through the stuff. One word constantly jumped out at him, lifting his heart and forcing his mind to churn in curiosity. What did it mean? Why had it been of significance to his father? Why was it on every single page, somewhere in the context of the paragraphs?

These question caused him to peer closer, his mind aching to sate these unanswered nuisances. What was a Templar?


Ah, that word. Indeed.. what was a Templar? Well to explain.. Knights Templar (Order of the Temple or simply Templars), as most believe, were an organization of powerful people who were a Christian military 'order' during the Middle Ages. They were more than just this. They were people of influence, people of high standing, royalty, nobility, citizens of great and lesser nations. They were a chain, the link of the world who sought order, purpose.. control. Of course to counter such a group you had a rather.. crafty 'league' that fought tooth and nail with the Templars. We call this group the Assassins.. or The Brotherhood. They wanted peace, freedom and knowledge. Throughout history these two sides have clashed in various forms, like night and day. Through war, power, countries, land, paper, blood and at sea. The fight would never end. Thus brings you up to speed, mostly. But there are a few things I'm forgetting to clarify. Each side has a motto, rules and a stained legacy.

The Assassins believe that nothing is true, everything is permitted.. while the Templars had technically two: 'May the Father of Understanding guide us' and 'Not to us God, not to us, but to Your Name Give Glory'. The Assassins had three rules that all had to abide by. The first was to stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. This meant don't kill unnecessarily. The second was to hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd. It is easy to detect a watcher from a corner than it is to spot that same watcher in a cluster of people. The third and final was to never compromise the Brotherhood. The Templar, on the other hand, did as they wished so long as they didn't betray their brothers, the order and their goal. Quite a lot of blood was shed in the struggle between these two rivals.. Thousands of deaths, many wars. A battle across time, the stories scream out.

Some notable figures you'd recognize as leaders, people of standing, were among this war. The Templars had Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Cleopatra, Genghis Khan, Silvestro Sabbatini, Ivan Ivanovich of Russia, John Wilkes Booth, Enrich Albert, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Bartholomew Roberts, Cesare Borgia, Haytham Kenway, Reginald Birch, Charles Lee and far many others. A few notable Assassins include Altair lbn-La'Ahad, Ezio Auditore de Firenze, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Aveline de Grandpre and Achilles Davenport.


Year Unknown.

The young lad was now a grown man, the ripe age of 18. He had finished his youthful schooling a year prior and was now diving into university. He had no specific one in mind and so enrolled at the place his father went to; Harvard. It seemed well liked.. and the payment was no problem. He had control of the estate now that he was of age.

He heard news that his only sibling was coming home soon. He didn't have much of a relationship with his brother. Thomas was a very distant sibling who had been away for a long time. He was a much older man who was in his early thirties. He had been off with an associate of their father, tending to business that this younger sibling secretly knew equated to 'Templar matters'. Deep down he wanted to be in on this order.. and that was why his brother was coming home. He was going to talk with him and also go through their father's stuff to locate a few files he needed.

The doorbell rang on the 9th of September, the Fall air semi-chilly and pleasant. Footsteps could be heard racing through the upper halls, moving down the steps and toward the front double doors, which were thrown open to greet the arrived presence. His brother stood before him, shrouded in a cloak, hand clutching his side. He collapsed onto his knees before his kid brother, head hung down as he breathed raggedly. "Thomas?!" Instead of a hello this was what sprang from the young man's lips, almost a shriek or a light yell. He rushed to his brother's side, using his arms to support him as he lifted the taller man and practically dragged him inside, into the lobby. He set the man onto the couch, making sure he was properly seated before turning to call for the servants.

As he turned a flash of red caught his eye.. and he glanced down to the source.. to find blood coating his hand, a gasp escaping at this dreadful sight. He had never touched someone else's blood.. it felt warm on his palm, dripping from his fingertips. "Help! Thomas is hurt!" The servants flocked to the room, taking over the situation. They tended to the man, tearing the clothes away when they couldn't simply pull it off. One of the butlers had practice in the area of medicine and took control of fixing the wound; a ragged open slice in the man's side. He had never seen so much blood before. It slid down the couch to pool on the floor, the carpet.. anything it touched was soaked and stained.

"I'm losing him!" The butler cried out and one of the maids rushed off, sobs trailing after her. That was the day he lost Thomas.. and on that day.. made the biggest decision of his life. He took up his father's work... carried his brother's weight.. and became a Templar.