The Creed
I sat perched upon the rooftop over looking the beautiful and bustling city of Venice. To spot my target would take time, time I didn't have. Perspiration dripped down my face. There he was. With the reflexes of the eagle I dove down below. I managed to land safely in a bale of hay. I quickly exited the hay bale and began to push through the crowd. I saw my target entering the market. He would be cornered. I noticed something strange though. Usually at noon the market would be busy beyond belief, it was totally deserted. Another thing that was off the guard seems to have been doubled. Are they expecting me? I quickly ducked into an alley way to plot my next move.
I figured I should climb up to get a better view. I gripped the base of a window and pulled myself up steadying myself on the window seal. I then reached for brick jutting out of the wall and used both hands to hoist myself to a small balcony. I hopped up on the edging of the balcony then jumped and grabbed the edge of the rooftop. I pulled myself up and peeked over the edge. They had guards posted at every corner. I carefully pulled myself onto the roof and quietly rolled behind a chimney out of site of the guards. I crawled across the roof timing my movements perfectly. After I reached the other end of the rooftop I got a clear view of the market rooftop, it was flooded with at least ten guards. I took a moment to plot my next course of action. I lowered myself down to a grouping of balconies and hid myself behind a strip of metal at the base of the balcony. I peeked over the metal strip to check if I was seen, one of the guards was suspicious but otherwise unknown of his existence. Once the guard returned to his original post he continued down to a small rooftop connecting the two buildings. I quickly sprinted to the other side of the small rooftop and began my ascent. I reached the top and saw an opening to dash up and hide. I found a small hatch leading to an attic and ducked into it. I watched above as the guards unknowingly walked right over me.
I explored the attic and saw a window overlooking the market, perfect. I looked out and the market was void of people and merchants except one figure; my target. I was sent to assassinate her because she is a messenger for the Templers and I'm supposed to intercept this message, by any means necessary. I planned my attack carefully thinking of every possible outcome. They were expecting me and I knew it. I drew my dagger from a scabbard on my waist chiseled a circle big enough for me to slide out of in the glass. After I cut the circle I carefully removed it and set it on the wooden attic floor. I cautiously crawled through the cut in the window. I perched myself on a small ledge surrounding the window. I jumped. As I seemed to glide through the air I drew my hidden blade concealed in my wrist. I heard the familiar 'click' as it was drawn. Then the unexpected happened. My target turned and drew a blade of her own and with her free hand grabbed me in mid-air and slammed me to the ground. Then she thrust the blade into my stomach. I felt the blade inside me as it pinned me to the ground. I couldn't utter a word as blood filled my throat and begin to spurt out of my mouth. She then withdrew her blade and stood up and uttered the words I would never forget.
"Goodbye assassin." The words flowed out of her mouth like poetry. I had failed my mission.
To Be Continued