Hey Guys, this is my first story on here, so any constructive criticism or comments would be great ^.^ Enjoy!
Fighting someone at night is hard, trust me, but when its your teacher, their trying to kill you, your on the tallest building the city and your afraid of heights. Then that makes fighting near impossible. What makes this situation kind of funny, is that Robert - my teacher - chased me up the side of the building.
I am pulled out of my thoughts as Robert lunges at me again, his blade slicing yet another cut into my hoodie. What will it take to make this guy stop!? Wait, did he whistle or was that an eagle call? "Shit." I curse under my breath, diving to my left, landing on my already broken shoulder, as several arrows thump into the roof where I once stood. I look up to see several people in white hoodies pull themselves up and over the edge of the building.
I push backwards, trying to escape and my back hits an air vent. then 'Hero' by Skillet suddenly screams from my earphones. 'I must have accidentally pressed something whilst back pedalling.' I think to myself, repressing a chuckle at the last song I had listened to. I quickly put the music off again. I'm snapped back to the current situation when I see people walk towards me in my peripheral up with a panicked look in my eyes, I see about a dozen people in white hoodies crowd around me wielding different forms of blades, the most common was the hidden blade, each one glittering faintly in the moon light.
I raise my one good hand, surrendering. "I yield, just please don't kill me." I say. I see Robert walk towards my, his hidden blade already out. "Seeing as you yield, I shall end this quickly, and you may rest in peace." He says, placing the edge of the blade to my neck. "NO!" Someone yelled. A tall and well-built man pushed through the circle of Assassins. "No, I clearly stated that Tybalt was to be brought in for questioning. Not executed on top of a roof." The man growled. He then pushed Robert to the side and threw me over his shoulder. I wince when my shoulder hits the mans back. "Sorry." He mutters, adjusting his grip on my legs. Not soon after the man starts running down the stairs with me still on his shoulder, I pass out due to pain and exhaustion.
So this is the prologue to my story, named Triple Memory, hope ya'll enjoyed ^.^ As I said, constructive criticism and comments are welcome ^.^ Just try not to be too harsh. As I am an extensive gamer and ultimate procrastinator, there may be some time between uploads, but I'm nearly finished Ch1, so that should be uploaded relatively soon.