Disclaimer: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away... I didn't own Assassin's Creed 2. XP I don't own it! Stupid Ubisoft does... grumble grumble. I DO own Amelia and her crazy little brother Jason though, thats something I guess. *sigh*

Chapter One: Venice baby!

It all started with an innocent fist-bump. What you ask? Well, let me start at the beginning.

As soon I escaped the giant, stuffy 'yellow limo' that transported me to and from school I ran happily onto my lawn and started twirling and giggling like a maniac. "School is over!" I exclaimed happily at the sky. Yep, the normal reaction of not-so-normal 16-year-old Amelia Beau.

I bounded up the steps leading to my house and flung the door open. "I'm hooo-AH!" My proclamation was rudely interrupted by my little energizer bunny of a 12-year-old brother named Jason flinging himself onto me.

"Oof!" escaped both our mouths. Before i could say anything he got off of me and started jumping up and down so much that it was nauseating. "Okay, stop that Jason!" He promptly stopped the repeatedly asked "You gonna play Assassin's Creed 2 now?" over and over so fast that it took a few moments to actually figure out what he was saying.

I sighed and thought for a moment. I couldn't think though, because of the little monkey in front of me and I finally agreed, "Okay fine." I relented. Agreeing with him promptly ceased the incandescent flow of chatter emitting from his tiny mouth.

With a sigh I sat on the couch in my own personal 'office' putting my schoolbag beside me so there would be some semblance of space between my brother and I. I turned on my PS3 and reached for the case holding Assassin's Creed 2. My brother then suddenly appeared by my side startling me -he had a habit of doing that- and said proudly "I already put the game in. I was waiting all day for you to come home and play it." I frowned because I often yelled at him for touching my stuff since he has ruined over 20 of my games, but he grinned, the one he knew I couldn't get mad at.

As the loading screen for the game came on I thought to myself "Its funny, pretty much the only time I spend with my brother is when I play this game." I smiled at my musings and noticed that the game was starting.

I -as Ezio- had left off entering the city of Venice. It was absolutely breathtaking, even in the game. I've always wanted to go to Italy and this at this point this game is the closest I'm ever gonna get to Italy.

Once I escaped the tour with Leonardo I saved a thief named Rosa and dealt with some business with the other thieves. I was on my way to Leonardo's workshop when I stopped to admire the city. The rooftop surrounding a busy marketplace had a nice view of the sunset. "Wow! This game is decked out!" I thought to my self "Sunsets and everything!"

During this time of peace I turned towards Jason and we both grinned like Cheshire cats. "We're in Venice baby!" I exclaimed as I moved in for a fist-bump, a habit of ours.

The in a flash of white light I saw a handsome, hooded, smirking face. "Ezio." I thought. Then I blacked out.

A/N: Well, what do you think? Criticism welcome but please note that this is my first fiction and my first time willingly writing. *Sheepish grin* Anyway, I'm already done with the next chapter so I' ll have this up for a couple days before I post the next one. I've been writing like a madwoman! Virtual cookies and hugs to the first person to review my story! =D

-Psychotic Ocelot Warrior

P.S. The reasonings for the name Psychotic Ocelot Warrior are 1.) I am absolutely mad, crazy, bonkers, whatever you like. 2.) I ADORE ocelots! And finally 3.) My last name means warrior in german. =)