Her father is an assassin. Her mother is the same. Her history goes way back to Al Mualim and she was born to be one. Yet she meets a native boy that will soon help her beat the treacherous takeover of mass Templar's in Boston. But, will he be enough?
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Hey, this is my first assassin's creed fan fiction so I don't want to waste any of your time writing to you because this is for your entertainment. So enjoy, but warning you that this story will be very long. Not that you care because it benefits you. So let me stop being a radio and enjoy the story.
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She woke up shaking and sweating as her small form stood up from my bed.' Oh my, Just another dream,' She thought. She tiptoed down stairs as quietly as she could. She did not want to wake her brothers or sisters, or even her parents. Her 5 other siblings were light sleepers as well.
So, this little girl just needed luck. Her throat was dry and sore so she wanted to get a glass of water from the top of the cabinet. She rubbed her neck as her small feet patted on the wooden floor. She opened the swing door to grab it but she was too short. For being 8, she disliked it. She took a stool that was next to her fireplace and placed at the right spot.
She then used all her strength to stretch her fingers out. As she grabbed it, she became unbalanced on one foot. She started wobbling side to side. ''What are you doing Janelle?'' Her father spoke. She was so startled that she fell back landing on the floor. She heard a large crack. There was water everywhere and lights suddenly turned on in her house. She knew that everyone was awake now.
Her father chuckled while slapping her on the head. He picked her up from the floor. ''What are you doing up so late?'' He said grabbing a towel and dropping it on the floor. ''I was thirsty, and I didn't want to wake you up papa.'' She said helping him dry the floor.
Her father was born and raised in Spain. He trained as an assassin for most of his childhood and was sent to Boston at 23 years old where he became a master. That's where he met the beautiful Rosa Rodriguez. That was his wife. Also Janelle's and his other 5 children's mother. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, also skillful as well.
He loved the way her beautiful curled hair gently levitated in the wind as they both gently crouched on the high roof tops at their early age. He thought she was irresistible, and till this day, he still throws anything out his mind when he sees her. She was Spanish and black. She was mixed, which was the rarest thing. Yet, she held drop dead beauty.
They started at bad terms when they were younger, but ended at good terms in bed. Speaking of the angel, Rosa walks into the kitchen crossing her arms. ''What has happened,'' she asked both her Bello husband and her daughter. They both looked at each other wide-eyed frightened of what might happen. ''It was uh- little mistake belleza, I got it under control.'' Janelle's father answered with a strong accent. ''Hmm, sure,'' She answered. Both Janelle and her father sighed in relief. ''But, when this little fiesta is over, you and me are going to have a talk.'' She said putting her hand on his chest.
Janelle knew what was coming. Her mother's lip pressed on her father's and was grossed out by it. ''Ewe,'' She cried. Her parents chuckled and picked up Janelle in a hug.
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Janelle chuckled at the memory or, of what she remembered of it. Her memory faded as here determined china blue eyes lethally stared at her next Templar, Ford James. About to fall into power, she had to eliminate him first. She stood straight up and strong as a wall. Her black curly hair identical to her mother's floated in the wind. Her talk matched her skill and for that, she was the spitting image of her mother.
She jumped off the roof towards his window. Templar James turned around seeing as her wrist blades extended out of her braces. For, he knew that she was an assassin. What surprised him the most was that they sent a woman for him? What disgust.
He had all of the idea of what she was capable of but as her blades were mere inches from his chest, he saw the door ways to hell. She stuck him in his chest as he fell to the ground. She stood up from her crouched position and looked up at his as scrambled away holding his bloodied hole in his chest. ''Please,'' He begged. ''I'll give you anything. Money, power, property,'' He said extending out his arm to her.
Janelle chuckled and shook her head. ''What's humorous?'' The Templar asked. Janelle squatted in front of James and came close to his face. He was a fat man, older than 40, disgusting. ''I don't do this for money feo, I do this for a cause.'' She said standing up taking the crossbow from behind her back. The man started crying as Janelle spoke. ''Templar Ford James, you have failed this city,'' She started. ''No no, please,'' he started again. ''And your penalty, is death.'' She aimed the bow at his head and shot.
She heard guards running up the steps and decided it was time to go. She slid another arrow into her crossbow and leaped out the window. This arrow had a grapple. She aimed at the roof and shot. She was a mere 2 feet from the ground. 10 guards aimed their guns at her while she hit into them. She jumped on them retrieving back the arrow from the roof. It sprung back to her bow and she ran out. She kicked the door open. She whistled for her horse while to tried to outrun the guards. Her horse rode fast running right next to her. She swiftly grabbed the reins and swooped on.
She sent curses behind her to the guards and galloped away. She smiled knowing thing was an average night to her.