{A/N Hello!
I'm not going to say much other than welcome!
Though please note that this isn't a new story from me but a re-written version of What the Hell! (Don't worry previous readers, the Forest shouldn't be affected too much if at all)
If you are a new reader then welcome!}
Okay so I think I should start off by introducing myself. My name is Abby Jones, I am 20 years old and I live with my older brother Ben in Southwold, England. This is my diary because the incoming events are definitely ones worth noting.
I'm not that big of a video game fan; my brother on the hand has an Xbox and all of the latest games. His current favourite at the time was the Assassins Creed series and by favourite I mean obsession. While he sits there playing his games on his beloved Xbox (when not at work), I'm sitting at the piano or strumming my guitar. I had recently completed my Music degree, with a proud 2:1, and I have had a passion for music for years before that with my Grade 8 completed before I turned 18 on the piano. I taught myself guitar so don't have actual grades for that.
When it happened I was playing some of my favourite music on my piano and Ben, as usual, was playing one of the Assassins Creed games on his Xbox. I could hear his annoyed shouts over the harmonic sounds of my piano.
"No don't do that!"
"Oh come on Ezio, don't be such a noob!"
"Minstrel if you don't go away I swear I will-"
My brother is twenty-three.
I tried to ignore it and carried on playing. It worked for a while but then one shout was louder than the rest.
"NO DON'T DIE ON ME NOW XBOX!"
I sighed and stopped playing, my tune cut off midway through. I wandered across the upstairs landing and into his room where he was cursing loudly.
"Ben, I could you hear you shouting at fictional people from across the hall now please… SHUT THE HELL UP. Thanks." I said leaning on the doorway.
"My Xbox just died on me." He said whimpering like a pathetic child. To be fair I would be upset if I broke my piano, but I wouldn't be that pathetic... plus it cost my parents over a grand so I would have a reason to cry.
"Then go out with your friends, you have loads. It's the middle of summer for god's sake, go to the beach!"
The beach wasn't too far away from our house and that day was very sunny and boiling hot. Mum and Dad had moved up to Scotland (to be away from Ben most likely) a few years back so they let us stay in the house as long as we paid rent.
"Fine, I'll go see if Jenny will meet me at the pier. Call me if you need me." Jenny was his long-term girlfriend; she was the only one who could get Ben off of his Xbox. I have tried lots and let's just say I have a 0% success rate.
"Will do, tell Jenny I said hi" I said as he walked past me and went downstairs.
" 'kay." He called back just before I heard the front door close. I smiled at the empty house and walked over to his Xbox.
"I should fix this before he gets back, at least then he will stop annoying me and get back to shouting at his lack of gaming skills." I turned it on with a sigh then almost dropped it as it screeched and glowed.
I'm pretty sure that is not the so-called 'red ring'!
"What the?" I said and just as I did the glow subsided and it returned back to normal.
"Maybe I just imagined it." I mumbled but then I heard the sounds of people moving around downstairs and I froze immediately.
So we go from having little crime to very arrogant burglars? Actually that makes sense since we think we're safe... but still goddamnit why does it have to be this house?!
I quickly looked around Ben's room for something to use as a weapon if the people were burglars.
Am I really going to pretend that I can swing that at them? Maybe I can just hold it and look scary?
I had to make do with a large-ish piece of bed pole that used to belong to Ben's old, deconstructed, bed before I crept silently down the stairs. As I pressed against the wall between the front entrance and living room, I heard something smash.
"Merda!" I heard a young man say. Now I'm no language expert - besides my native ones - but I was one hundred percent sure that that was a swear word.
"Attenzione! (Be careful )" I heard a now female voice say. The voice sounded a lot older than Voice #1.
"Dove siamo? (Where are we)" said a child like voice, and I guessed they were ten, maybe younger.
"In una casa (In a house)" said another woman, much younger than the other Voice #2, sarcastically.
"Ho capito. (I gathered that)" said a much older male, he sounded wary.
You should be wary! You have a very scared twenty-year-old woman about to pounce on you with a flimsy pole who will probably just scream and wave it around. You should be scared!
"Non lo so (I do not know)" said yet another young male, except this one sounder older than Voice #1.
Why are there so many?! Is this some sort of family business?
I gathered up the confidence to peek into the room after grabbing my phone and clutching it tightly in my free hand.
There were six people in total, 4 men and 2 women. The youngest male was around the age that I guessed, nine or ten, then the youngest female looked around late teens and the third and second oldest male looked around Ben and I's age. The oldest man and woman looked to be around forty and they were all dressed very strangely. They all looked similar so I had guessed correctly that they were related.
So it is a family business! How messed up!
Then someone decided to text me and my ringtone started blasting away at full volume.
"Shit!" I said as they all turned towards the door. They had spotted me.
"Aspetti! Uno momento signora (Wait! One moment ma'am)" said the second oldest. I dropped the pole and backed away from the door and quickly sprinted up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door sliding down it panting heavily. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and voices outside my door.
Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme!
"Signora?" said the second oldest hammering on my door. I shrieked and quivered as I tried to hold the door closed.
" Federico, calma! (Federico, calm it/calm down)" said the oldest male outside my door and the hammering stopped. "Lei è probabilmente è molto spaventata in questo momento. (She is probably very scared right now)"
"Abbiamo appena apparso nella sua casa, abbiamo bisogno di spiegare che si intende nulla di male. (We have just appeared in her house, we need to explain that we mean no harm.)" said the oldest woman.
"Signora, non abbiamo intenzione di farti del male o di vostra proprietà, ma potresti dirci come siamo arrivati qui? (Madam, we are not going to hurt you or your property but could you tell us how we got here?)" said the elder man again in a much more formal and calm voice.
Oh no I am not falling for that false friendliness crap! I need to call the police! I need to call someone! Fuck, no signal! Goddamn this stupid place and my shitty phone with its temprimental signal!
Abigail, müssen Sie stark sein und nehmen diese wie die starke Person ich weiß du bist. (Abigail, you must be strong and take this as the strong person I know you are) I heard my father's encouraging but strict and powerful voice echo through my head - which was actually not one of the most weirdest things that have happened to me.
However, I don't think I've mentioned this but both my parents are from Germany. They moved here after they got married and they have loved it ever since. Unfortunately, (or fortunately however you look at it) our parents insisted that we speak in German to them at all times when it was jsut as at home. I think it's because they think it's good to know our ancestor's language but to also have the skill of another language but when I was little it was all I knew anyway. Ever since we were taught English, Ben and I have managed to fluctuate almost automatically between either. We also made up this thing after mum and dad moved out where if we were in trouble or it was something private or important, we spoke in German to each other.
"Do any of you speak English? I have no idea what you just said." I asked, and I really hoped they did, it would mean I could beg for them not to kill me.
After that, for some unknown reason, I pulled out my phone and managed, eventually, to text my brother. I think it may be that they have a young child and had sounded pretty scared. When I look back on it, that was a both a pretty good but very poor decision.
'Ben, jetzt kommen wieder! Es ist ein Notfall! Aber bitte nicht in das Haus, draußen zu warten. Ich meine es! Danke Abby (Ben, come back now! It's an emergency! But not in the house, wait outside. I mean it! Thanks Abby.)'
"Yes, almost all of us do. Why don't you speak Italian?" said the second oldest in heavily accented English.
"Because we aren't in Italy?" I answered unsurely.
Why would they assume I knew Italian?! I don't but that is a pretty bold assumption!
I could barely hear the hushed whispers from the other door - though it wouldn't have mattered either way since I couldn't understand them.
"Look just take what you want, just don't kill me!" I eventually blurted so they would just leave already.
"We would never want to kill you, signora, or take your things." The eldest man said in slightly lighter accented English. "We just wish to know how we arrived into your residence."
"Uh you broke in?"
Again there was a long pause outside.
"We do not remember it but we apologise for any damage we have caused or any distress made. That was not our intention, nor was it our purpose to actually be in your home."
"It wasn't?"
"No, signora." The man said and shout at me all you like, unintelligent piece of paper, because I believed him and actually opened the door to face them and oh my god I wanted to laugh.
They all looked like they'd gone to some weird historical reenactment because their clothes were very weird - especially the mens'. The women's dresses were beautifully decorated and their hair immaculate but the two of the guys were wearing tight leather(!) trousers and a doublet-thing. One of them, though very foreignly handsome, had his hair in a ponytail while the others' were quite short. I literally had to suck in a breath and bite my inner cheeks in order to not at least snort. Now that I wasn't scared, I found them so funny.
They seemed to think the same of me as the other girl was doing the same while the two younger men were unfortunately staring until I reached for my wing scarf to stop them. That was so creepy and my maxi dress was modest!
"How do you get lost and get into someone else's house in a different country?" I said suspiciously as I thought of it and they all just shared a look of cluelessness together.
"We have no idea." Pervert no.1 said though his eyes, thankfully, had moved northward to my face. "We were at home, there was a glow and then we were in your home."
A glow...
"One second, excuse me." I said and squished through them all to go back to Ben's room. The xbox was sat back on it's little shelf where I sure-as-hell didn't put it. Cautiously, I slid by it and picked up Assassin's Creed II and read the back before coming out.
"Sorry, what were your names?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant but friendly.
"Mi dispiace signora, (I am sorry ma'am) my name is Giovanni Auditore da Firenze and this is my wife Maria and my children: Federico, Ezio, Petruccio, and Claudia." the man said and gestured to each person in turn who smiled at me politely.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze... well fuck...
"I'm Abby Jones da Southwold? And I guess I have some explaining to do." I said before leading them back downstairs.
