Another story! *gasp* this is another of the fw concepts I will be uploading, if you want this story to be the first written, review this story and vote on my poll. All of the posted concepts will be made into stories, it's your choice when. Here is chapter 1 for you guys.

Scyrus' P.O.V

I drove on the long dirt highway to my family's home. It was early November and thanksgiving was coming up. For a few years, violet, me, and the rest of my family ate the annual meal in my current 'house'. However, this year I thought we could eat in the century old house in the middle of nowhere.

This "middle of nowhere" was miles away from DC and the only method of reaching it was via this long dirt road. When we finally reached it, I parked the car and let violet out. "so this is your old home?" she looked at it with a sideways glance.

On the outside, the house wasn't much to look at. It was large, somewhat creepy, and looked about half as old as it was. That wasn't because we took good care of it (my father's childhood love for fireworks nearly burned the place down), but because it was built like a fortress.

Invisible from the outside, the bricks lining the walls were made with steel mesh suspended in military grade ceramic. The roof was shingles on top of half an inch of industrial blast proofing. The basement was some disturbed mix of a bomb shelter, and a royal manor.

I walked through the front door, the walnut slab barely making a creak. I walked into the dining room, an immaculate room decorated with a grandfather clock and a redwood carved table. I clapped my hands together. "right, time to clean this place up.

Being that the only person to live in this house for a few years before moving out, i had left the place practically untouched. I began picking up boxes and various other things. Thanksgiving was a few weeks away, but that did not stop me from starting early.

Violet helped out, and we were moving through the house quickly. All was well until I found my great-grandfather's study. He was the son of the one who had this house built. I enetered the room, probably the first person in decades, and looked around.

The desk was covered in folders and papers. The bookshelves were largely covered in dust. This would take a while. I gathered the papers off of the desk, placing them in a filing cabinet. I wiped the books down with a cloth and stopped when I reached one particular book.

It was a copy of through the looking glass, the reason I found it interesting was that it seemed to be attached to the bookshelf. I rolled my eyes, this house had more secrets than the government. I pulled the book out and the bookshelves began moving.

The shelves slid into the gorund, the clicking of counterweights and gears were music to my ears. The shelves, when fully lowered, looked like a set of stairs leading into a secret room. I made my way down the cramped passage and saw where it led.

The room I entered was about as well kept as the office was, blueprints were pinned to the walls, bit of metal and mechanisms littered the tables and floor alike. In the center of the room was a set of clothes. They were military green and navy blue, on the boots looked like clips or hooks for something.

The wall behind it was an arsenal. A pair of dual pistols hung below a M1 Garand with a scope. An smg, 12-gauge, and various combat knives were also located on the wall. One weapon in particular caught my eye. It was a gauntlet, metal plates covering a leather glove.

Attached to the wrist was an interesting mechanism. It contained a blade that was rigged to extend upon flexing the wrist. This blade looked to be connected to the glove via a chain. At the other end of the mechanism was a small barbed spike, like a piton.

The mechanism itself looked like it could rotate if the blade was fully extended on its chain. I created the mental image of someone stabbing a target with the "wrist blade" and securing it to a surface with the piton. I tried picking up the weapon, but it seemed unusually heavy.

The parts weighing it down seemed to be the blade itself and a set of metal studs on the knuckles. I slid the glove on and flexed the wrist, the blade came out and I could now see it without the mechanics in the way. It was small and simple, looked to be made out of mostly steel.

The edges though, were something else. The metal was black and heavier than the rest. I looked at the edge and saw that the blade looked as sharp as the day it was forged. All these factors led me to believe one thing, the blade (and knuckles) were tungsten.

With my wrist flexed I felt a catch that could also be triggered. I moved my wrist more and the blade released from it's housing, extending on the chain. I flicked my hand towards the wall and the blade shot in that direction. The dense blade cut nicely into the stone wall.

I turned my arm so that the chain was perpendicular to my wrist and pulled. The mechanism rotated and was placed into my hand via a spring. I plunged the piton into the wood of a nearby table and detached the mechanism from the gauntlet.

I looked at the place that the mechanism attached to and saw next to it, a strange symbol. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of the symbol. Then I had the device run the image against my database to find out what it was.

After a few seconds my phone came up with an answer and vocalized it. "match found: symbol of the assassin order."

Sorry for cutting it off there, it was getting a bit long. Just r and r and vote!