DISCLAIMER: I do not own Assassin's Creed or the characters. Credit to Ubisoft.
I only own the characters I've created e.g. Alexei and Rozalina of the Russian Assassins. Yes, there is a Brotherhood in Russia. I did research so shh, they formed whilst Ezio was still about.
Chapter 1: The American Dream
Moscow, 7st February 1776
The snow under my bear pelt boots crunched as the snow fell over me. My hood shadowed my upper face, only the tip of my nose and lips in view as my hair poked out. My winter robes kept me warm, the inside coated in furs. Snowflakes stuck to my hair as the breeze waved the brunette locks to my right. I continued towards the Kremlin hoping my mentor was already there. I rubbed my hands together under my leather gloves, cursing myself for not grabbing fur interior gloves to stop the cold prickling my knuckles harshly. I could hear civilians giggling and laughing as they ran and slipped on the streets. I made my way across the street, I saw my mentor and he suddenly spotted me. Alexei smiled at me from under his hood as he waved me over. I shook his hand as usual and smiled back, "What's my mission today Alexei?" I asked as we walked together.
"Your work here is done Rozalina, if you choose to accept the Order has a proposition." He looked at me his dark eyes full of pride. He was proud of me..
"What is this proposition? Are you saying I've done all my training?" I was excited and smiled with glee.
He stopped near the main roads and gripped my shoulders. "The Order feel that you've learned all you can from me. We want you to join the American Order. We want you to learn new skills and aid them against the Templars" His eyes lit up with pride and excitement.
"What about Moscow? What about our fellow assassins.. what about you?" I was scared, none of my friendly assassins would be there with me..
"I understand you may be scared," He read my emotions, "but the Templars here won't dare to make a peep. We've got everything under control plus I have to train more recruits. Whilst Achilles, the mentor of the American Order only has one assassin and a large group of Templars. You are ready to help them!" He smiled at me.
"When do I leave for America?" I asked.
"In a few months...I'll alert them straight away" He embraced me and I returned the embrace. "I'm going to miss teaching you, oh how you've grown Rozalina"
"I'm going to miss you waking me up at the crack of dawn, Alexei!" I laughed into his chest. I breathed in his scent, my nose filled with the scent of the forest and vodka of course, typical Alexei.
Four months later... 7st May 1776
Spring had melted the snow of winter and made the dreary Moscow brighter and full of life. I had a bag slung over my shoulder filled with a few belongings including a gift from Alexei, Gulliver's Travels by Jonathon Swift. A book he insisted would amuse me as I travel, he's generous as always. A note book, quills and ink pots to write to Alexei and my friends whilst in America and of course my music box. The only possession which my biological mother had given me, I was orphaned and Alexei's past mentor found me and took me to the Order. The box was small but beautiful, it was decorated in gold swirls and some text which read: 'I'll love you forever Rozalina, love Mama'. Inside it a small photograph was held in by a little frame showed me as a child and a beautiful woman kissing my forehead lovingly. I guessed it was my mother because now at the age of nineteen I looked like the woman. Not beautiful like her but I held familiar features to her own, the inside of the box was decorated with small painted angels and dancing bears with crowns on their heads. Two figures twirled around the middle as entrancing, music played from it. The two figures resembled a beautiful woman and a handsome man dancing together, they looked into each other's painted eyes. If anyone asked who they were I would simply answer, "Mama and Papa".
I wiped a tear from my cheek, realising how much I was going to miss Alexei and the other assassins, in America I would have no family at all. Alexei had given my instructions on a note. 'Make your way to the carriage rental place and show them the receipt I've given you.' I made my way to the carriage rental. I showed the drivers the note which Alexei had given me, "We'll take you to France straight away ma'am" The driver took my bag and put in the carriage and helped me in. I sat patiently watching myself leave Moscow as the carriage made its way to France, we only stopped for food and camping for the night. The driver, Dmitry was a kind man. He was much taller than myself and wore a dark coat and balanced an wooden pipe between his teeth as his talked. He only took it out when he slept, eat and laughed. His beard was fairly long with wisps of grey hair showing old age against his dark hair. He laughed a lot and made sure I was comfortable during my journey. Finally after a week we reached France. We said our goodbyes as I took my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I opened Alexei's note again, 'Once you reach the borders of France a man with the name of Ace should be there' A man was indeed standing near the border, I approached him.
"Excuse me, are you Ace?" My Russian accent was apparent to him as he smiled.
"You must be Rosalina, am I correct?" He asked.
"Its Ro-zah-lee-nah actually" I sounded it out for him, jeez was my English that bad?
"Well, Rozalina," He beckoned me to follow with his hand, "walk this way"
I followed him as he led me past the forest into a dusty road. A dark horse was waiting with a saddle and reins on. I ran up to the horse, stroking his soft nose. "He's beautiful!" I turned to Ace. "Thank you for escorting me by the way. I am grateful" I bowed towards him.
"No problem, madame" He watched me sit in the saddle and directed me towards the coast. "Don't forget to read Alexei's note or you'll get lost. Adieu!" He waved and walked away.
I rode for a few days, carefully reading Alexei's instructions until I finally found the coasts of France. I read the note again. 'Board the ship 'Conquest' and introduce yourself to the Captain' I walked to the port, searching for the correct ship until I finally found it. I boarded it with my bag on my shoulder making sure to step with my right foot first onto the deck. An American stood near the wheel and had spotted me, he made his way down towards me and stood with his hands behind his back. I found my voice, "Excuse me sir, is this the ship Conquest headed towards New York?"
"It is, what can I do for you?" His voice was deep but polite.
"My name's Rozalina, I was instructed to board this ship" I held my hand out and he shook it firmly.
"Ahh the Russian girl! Pleasure to finally have you aboard, come along we have a long journey ahead!" He cheered. The crew instantly got to work and the ship sailed.
The Captain was damn right about this being a long journey...it's taking over a month to get there! I'm finally in New York though, thank goodness.
New York, 21th June 1776
I stumbled off the ship, feeling a tad nauseous from the motion as I waved good bye to the Captain. I opened Alexei's note again.. I wanted to cry the last bit of his note had smudged from the sea water upon the deck of the ship. Only two words were readable but in completely different positions which meant different sentences. Two words? 'Boston... Achilles´ I have no idea how to get to Boston or how I can contact Achilles!? AHHH god what do I do? I ran off the docks, searching for someone, anyone. No one called my name..I spotted a few officers in red coats in the distance, they might know how I can get to Boston. I kept my hood down to let me see I wasn't hostile and started approaching them slowly, I tapped one of them on the shoulder. They turned towards me and asked, "What have we got here?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you knew how I can get to Boston?" They frowned at my accent, my English obviously sounded slurred.
"Didn't understand a word of that hunny, come again?" They looked slightly confused.
"How can I get to Boston please?" I said simply.
"Ahh well little missy. I think before we can help you get to Boston you need to give us a little payment for our time, how about it sweetheart?" One of them wrapped his arm around my waist whilst another withdrew a dagger from his pocket and commented, "That should open her clothes nicely!" I wriggled against them as they dragged me into an alley. I wriggled violently, squeezing my eyes together as I could feel them running their hands up my legs. I begged them but they didn't hear my plea, I breathed heavily and I was freezing up. I panicked and shot my hidden blade into one of the guys throats, he released my waist as the other two grew angry. I legged it out the alleyway, pulling my hood up as angry shouts were sounded behind me. A man caught my arm and wouldn't let go. "Please, would you let go!"
"Nah, I think them red coaties would be 'appy to see ya" He grinned at me devilishly. "I thought your kind were gone, Assassin" I stared at him in horror, he knew?
"Who are you?" I asked in shock.
"Thomas Hickey, swee'art" I punched him with my other hand and spat at him. He grabbed my face, "Little bitch...Oi, ere's the rascal you wanted to catch!" The officers smiled and jogged over, thanking Thomas for helping them.
. "You're under arrest lady" They pulled my hands behind my back and bound my hands.
"What the hell for?" I snapped, one of them slammed the butt of his pistol into my jaw. I spat up blood, I probably spilt the skin as well.
"Assault and murder of an officer," One of them smiled at me "now be quiet!"
They pushed me forward and escorted me to a cell in Bridewell Prison. New York wasn't very fun since I'd been arrested within the first hour of my arrival. I was chucked into the cell, the hard floor meeting my bruised face, I groaned. I wanted my things back.. I wanted my music box, my book and my papers...I wanted to cry, I wanted to be back at Moscow with Alexei and my friends...I fell asleep against the floor tears staining my cheek only to be woken by a guard who pulled me up and pushed me out my cell, shouting for me to walk and go to the common area. I walked, the common area just looked like a pit of criminal scum who's smiles were filled with decay and reeked of rotting flesh. I held my nose and sat on a step, a few of the criminals looked at me poking fun at my gender and my Russian heritage. They spat at me, cursing at me and calling me scum. Rage consumed me, how dare they? I was not scum. I stood my fists tightening as I walked up to a criminal and swung my fist at him.
My vision became blurs as rage and adrenaline fuelled my fight as shouts of encouragement were yelled at me. I killed three of the inmates which dared to challenge me, the guards were amused at first until they realised I'd killed them. I was panting and hunched over, blood coating my knuckles and face. "THAT'S IT!" A guard came up behind me and repeatedly beat me until I was unconscious. They dragged me back to my cell, the guards told me I wasn't allowed near the in mates for a five days. That meant no play time in the common area for five days, I simply murmured, "They're all scum anyway... like you dogs!" I hissed at the guards. He opened the cell door and grabbed the back of my head.
"If anyone is scum it's you, stupid whore!" He slammed my head into the cell wall and left me on the floor before locking me back up. I wanted to be back in Moscow. I cried myself to sleep, what a mess this mission had become... I started to pray that I would be shown how to get out soon.
Review please? This is my first Assassin's Creed fanfiction and I'm trying to get Connor's character perfect! Don't hate me because of the OC! Connor doesn't really have a love interest so what can we do? Only do the most frowned upon thing in fanfiction, create OC's! don't hat- okay hate me... ;.;