Hello dear people. I'm Suzume and this is my first fanfic.
disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.
A quiet night.
Reeve walked through the street. It was quiet and a cold wind blew against her cheeks. She had her hidden blades ready for attack. She was expecting someone. She wasn't certain who it would be, but she knew that her enemy would be here at any moment. The life of an assassin was always full of secrets and enemies who still had to be discovered. In these dark times you could trust no one. Most of the assassins took cover after Desmond died, but Reeve still fought for liberty. She thought about all the assassins who had died in their battle. She didn't want to give up.
Suddenly she saw something moving in the shadow of a high building. She got her hidden blades ready for attack. The wind blew harder as Reeve stood there. Her coat blew around her and she put up her hood. The figure moved closer and when Reeve blinked he was right in front of her. She already had a slight feeling it was him. The man who took everything from her. The man who was responsible for making the most assassins disappear. And now... He stood there, completely relaxed and not really nervous about the battle that would come. Reeve looked around to see if he had brought more people, but he was alone.
"Greg Hughes," she whispered.
The man looked at his shoes.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Reeve..." he said
Reeve grabbed the man by his arm and pushed him against the wall. She held her hidden blade against his throat.
"Oh yeah? After everything you've done to me," she hissed.
"Calm down. I've come here to talk."
Reeve looked deep in his eyes. She felt so much hate for this man, although she always learned that hate was wrong. She put her hidden blade away and stepped back. Greg got back on his feet.
"What do you want?" Reeve muttered.
"I've come to talk..."
"About what?"
"I think the time has come the Templars and the Assassins start to work together. As a team."
Reeve looked at him full disbelieve. In history it happened before that the Templars and Assassins tried to work together, but only with Haythem and Connor Kenway it had worked a little. That also ended in a tragedy and since then no one ever tried again.
"You assassins are always so stubborn. Those collaborations never worked because your kind always say that it is impossible."
Reeve swallowed. The voice of this man already made her shiver. How could she ever work together with him?
"Look, I don't have time for this..." she said and turned around.
"Don't you want to know where your little sister is?" Greg said.
Reeve turned around. She had to control herself from getting her hidden blades and slice his throat.
"I will tell everything as long as you listen to me and do what I say," Greg said. Could she trust this man? Would she lend her skills so he can do what ever he wants without getting blood on his hands? Maybe she had to do it. For her little sister... for Lily.
She took her hidden blade out if its holder and cut in her hand. Blood dripped out of the wound as she put out her hand so Greg could shake it.
"You're taking this really serious, aren't you? I like that!" he said and shook her hand.
"You should do that too," Reeve whispered as she turned around and walked away.