(A/N Hey there... haven't been writing that much recently... I don't know. Ha. Anyway... this little thing is just going to be a stupid little side project for whatever else I'm doing. This is my first ac fanfic (which may be flawed as I have only played one of the games. (ac2) then again, you can pick up a lot from the internet huh?)... It's unoriginal and stupid by the way. Our lovely jubbly main character is based sort of on myself... well, she's more like me improved version of myself, actually... less scared/anxious/shy ect ect... more like who I wish I could be ||D Oh and also sorry if I mess up on tense. Hehe.
The school and her friends are also based off real people. Ta-dah. Anyway... try not to be too harsh on crit (which I know I will probably get. Most AC fics are pretty epic... let's use Masquerade by Altair'sFan123 for example. One of the best fics I've read, go read it now if you haven't), I know it helps, but try be gentle, mmk?... wow, this is a long A/N)
Well I had better start off with a small introduction. My name is Lara Small (which is stupid because I'm actually quite tall... I'm also a poet, apparently) and I'm a weird 15 year old human-like creature from the land they call England. My parents call me tomb raider, not just because my name is Lara, but also because I adore gaming, alongside drawing and gawping at big cats. My ps3 (no matter how many yellow lights or swordfights it gets me into) is like my baby... but don't tell anyone I said that.
Most people would walk straight past me and think nothing of me. But holy shit, I've been to hell and back thanks to my 'baby'. Well at least that's what I think at the moment. Maybe there's more behind it than a just a great big glitch... I know they say in the adverts, "Playstation 3 – It only does everything" But this is just stupid.
Interested are you? Well I guess I had better take things from the start.
It's an average British Sunday... cold as a polar bears foot, damp as a soggy fish, and dark as any night for most of the time. At least I don't live in London, so there's not so much pollution to worry about here.
I sit on the sofa in my beige-carpeted livingroom, with my elbows on my knees and my chin resting on my hands, watching raindrops slide down the window, naming them as they went by before watching them glide down to their deaths. I had got a neat little story made up when my mother's voice interrupted Jeff's moving speech...
"Bored?" She says.
I nod, grumbling a little. Everyone is bored as shit- just lying there waiting to be scooped up. It's not even funny anymore. I let go of my chin and press my back up against the sofa, sighing.
"Why don't you go play on the ps3 for a bit?" Mum suggests in that weird forceful tone she puts on sometimes. My eyes light up a little bit, and I heave myself onto my feet, my knee clicking from being in one position for so long. Without replying I jog up two flights of stairs to my mum's room, which has one of two ps3s in it- along with a rather nice green-and-black gaming chair, it vibrates and everything.
Now a bit happier to get back to gaming, I turn on the ps3 and pick up one of the many cases lying next to the tv, on my knees with the controller in one hand. I happened to pick Assassins Creed 2 from the bunch.
You don't get how much I love that game. I mean, what's better than running around Italy as a sexy Italian assassin kicking ass and climbing everywhere? Yes I do have a crush on Ezio... I'm not a rabid fan-girl who randomly pictures him naked though, I'm not THAT bad... jeez! My friend went around and told everyone once. Luckily, nobody has said anything to me yet about my stupid little relationship with a fictional character... anyway... he has Rosa (along with a million other girlfriends) right..?
I go onto my profile and click to start the game. There's that lovely white loading screen and I'm off in the animus again. I had made a new game recently, and it was saved just before I had gone to attend the hanging of Ezio's brothers and father... it makes me sad every time I see it. Ezio seriously needs a hug or something. He's been through a lot.
Anyway, I click to load that profile up, and there's an odd pause. The animation is still moving, and that dark, quiet animus music is still playing, but I can't move or do anything. Angrily, I press just about every button on the controller in a stupid attempt to get it working again, narrowing my eyes in frustration. It stays like this for about 2 or 3 minutes with me getting worked up as hell as it stubbornly refuses to load. Then there's a sudden loud popping noise.
I flinch as the screen goes black and an odd whirring noise buzzes around my head. Growling with annoyance, I stand up and go to open the door to see if the whole house has had another friggin' powecut. My mums whinging about it, and my Nan is stating very loudly that the whole house has lost electricity when it's pretty obvious anyway.
Sighing, I make my way downstairs.
Luckily my dad was home. He knows about electricity and stuff, so he knew where to look. When he opened that weird box thingy with the wires and stuff in it halfway up the wall in the hallway, I was sitting in the livingroom alongside my brother. There was another loud pop and a sizzling sound as he opens it, making me flinch again.
"What was that love?" My mum says, coming out of the kitchen. I peer out the livingroom door to see what the hell is going on, and immediately a horrible frying smell hits my nostrils. It smells like someone has just stuck a pig between two wires and zapped it into crispy bacon- not my favourite meat in the world, unfortunately.
My dad's face is the perfect definition of "WTF?". I don't think anyone has any idea what has happened at all. Nor do I. Hopping off the sofa,I walk up to my dad and mum to see what they are gawping at... and find that every single one of the wires in that electricity box thing is toasted to a crisp.
Toasted. To. A fucking. Crisp. Seriously. They almost looked like they used to be something edible... like a really long crisp or something. They certainly smelled edible. My dad almost looked hungry, funnily enough.
A little bit of conversation goes on between my mum and dad, whilst I walk off and cower with my brother in the living room again. He's equally as paranoid as me. God knows what's been going on in the electricity. My mum is a bit freaked out as she talks to my dad about what the hell could have happened, and my Nan trudges off to talk to next doors (and the next and the next... nosy bugger) - they've all been fried too, apparently.
Little did I know this first little event was just the start.
(A/N fff... I know it's confusing at first. No ac yet either. This isn't exactly a chapter, I don't think... more like a little intro. I shall christen it chapter 0.5 ;D)
