Author's Note:

This is going to be the only Author's Note that I write before a chapter. This is revised in past tense with more descriptions, and better fight scenes, and more character depth and interactions. I will be posting a "DATE" and "LOCATION" every time that the month changes.

That is all, now, enjoy the revised edition of Assassin's Creed: Generation Y

CHAPTER ONE:

No Going Back

LOCATION: NEW YORK

YEAR: 2011

"Why can't you come to the concert tonight?" My best friend, Casey, complained as I rummaged through my locker for my books—my school issued lap top rested at the bottom of my locker.

I bit my lip as I grabbed my lap top, Astronomy and Business Law books and folders. "Family issues." I muttered.

Casey huffed and put her hands on her hips. I shook my head, closed my locker and leaned against it. "I tried to get out of it but my parents aren't budging." I answered truthfully.

"C'mon, it's Coldplay! Your favorite band! You and I have been planning this for weeks!" Casey reminded me. I had been looking forward to seeing Coldplay in concert, but I couldn't get out of this.

I frowned and really, really, really wanted to bang my head against my locker. "Casey, I tried okay? Maybe next time they come into town we can go," I groaned.

Before Casey can press the matter further my other best friend, Tanner, walked over. His sandy blonde hair was array (as was his usual style) and his pale blue eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lights. "So are we ready for the most awesome weekend ever?" He smiled as he put both hands on my shoulders. I bit the inside of my cheek as Tanner applied pressure to my left shoulder.

Casey frowned at me. "Can't go to the concert Tanner. Family issues and I can't get out of it." I explained in clipped tones, trying to not scream in pain.

Tanner was almost as big a fan of Coldplay as me. I tried to offer a sympathetic glance (as best as someone in pain could manage) but I know they were upset. I saw the hurt in Tanner's eyes.

"Hey," I said as I removed Tanner's hands from my shoulders, "why don't we get together next weekend? I know there is a new movie coming out and I want to go see it. It's supposed to be bigger than Twilight." I said with a sincere smile.

Casey's face lit up at that and I couldn't help but smile. "I can get the tickets tomorrow." I offered as I hefted my books in my arm.

Tanner rubbed the back of his head (messing up his hair even more). "So what movie are we going to be seeing?"

"The Hunger Games." I answered.

Tanner looked at me for a moment then nodded, a smile forming on his innocent face. "Oh yeah, with Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson?" Tanner asked us.

I nodded (reopening my locker because I forgot to grab something) and grabbed my dark grey hooded jacket. Tanner shook his head at me. "It's the start of September! How can you be cold?" Tanner exclaimed.

I closed my eyes for a minute, threw my jacket over my shoulder, closed my locker, and turned to face my friend. "Well, I am not going to stay to hear the debate over whether it is appropriate to wear a jacket right now, I have to go. If I am late one more time, Mrs. Locks is going to give me detention."

I waved as Casey left for class and started the rather long walk to seventh period. Tanner remained dutifully by my side the entire time. "C'mon you have to admit it is rather odd to have a jacket already." Tanner explained as he walked with me. He was wearing a dark red t-shirt with some design on it, and dark tan cargo shorts and running shoes. I noted the muscles on him and came to the conclusion that he must have discovered the gym—Tanner wasn't pudgy in the slightest. He was always tall and lanky—kinda like a bean pole.

I looked at him with a smile. "Tanner, you know as well as I do that Mr. Garret's classroom is like an icebox." I said with a little hint of sarcasm. Mr. Garret always kept his classroom atfreezing temperatures.

Tanner ruffled my hair a little bit and darted off for Health Class—before I could properly beat him up for messing up my hair—as we passed the Health Department.

Unfortunately, I had to make a pit-stop to the bathroom because Tanner managed to mess up my hair until it resembled a rat's nest. I set my books on the sink counter and ran my fingers through my thick, wavy, dark bronze hair. After I was finished, I took a second to examine myself: chocolate brown eyes that insisted innocence, a slender face with a soft chin, and a lean body that was only achievable with years of training. I usually wasn't caught dead without a hoody of some sort in public, and blue jeans were my de facto choice for pants. Sneakers completed my ensemble, but I looked really plain for someone in my school. That made it easy to blend into the crowds, though I had no idea how some of the teens that hated my guts could lock onto me in such a short time. They were smarter than Templars, at least.

I continued walking to Business Law. I slid into my seat just as the warning bell rang. Taking out my lap top, I opened my emails to find one from my aunt.

Emma,

We are heading out tonight.

—Heather

I closed my email as the final bell rang and we waited for ten minutes before Mr. Garret walked in from the Business Department offices that were just outside of the second entrance/exit from the classroom.

Mr. Garret was in his early forties and was balding rather quickly. Probably from all the kids he had to deal with.

Mr. Garret wiped his forehead with his hanky. "Okay class, I am sorry that I am late…again. I just had to talk with Mr. Pines about a mix up in scheduling."

I didn't care and I started doodling on an empty notebook page. We were just talking about the difference between murder and manslaughter (where I promptly tried to hide my smirk), when Kyle Orson walked in with a sweaty face and a late slip. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Garret, I was helping Coach Harter with moving some equipment."

Mr. Garret nodded and waited as Kyle slid into the chair next to me. "Hey Emma!" Kyle whispered.

I put my jacket on. "Hi Kyle," I smiled as he took his notes out and tried to catch up. "Need to see my notes?"

Kyle blushed and I shook my head. "Yeah, are you okay with that?" he asked.

I grinned and handed him my notebook. "Go ahead," I said as I opened my lap top and starting taking notes on that. "It's not a problem."

Mr. Garret cleared his throat and the entire time he continued to lecture about Torts and the difference between manslaughter and murder (and I was trying to hold in my laughter). Thankfully, before he could give us our homework, the seventh hour bell rang and I quickly made my way to Astronomy with Miss Barnes. I passed Casey and she sent a smile my way. I returned the smile and I entered the class to see the Smart Board activated. Notes. Great.

I sat down in the back (taking my jacket off because Miss Barnes' classroom was as hot as a sauna) and as the last student walked in; Miss Barnes started the lesson right away. We started to talk about constellations and how they got their names. I already know a few constellations so I dozed in and out of consciousness the entire hour. I took notes till the end of the hour and when the final bell rang, I quickly made my way to my locker and Casey was already standing by it with her bag slung over her shoulder, her face set in a worried expression.

"How is it that you never get any homework?" I asked her as I open my locker, not wanting to reveal that I could read her face so easily.

She shrugged. "Luck I guess. Speaking of which…you don't think I can continue my lucky streak with your parents?" She hinted. She really wanted me to go that bad?

I put my books and folders in my locker, grabbed my helmet and slam the locker closed. "Sorry Casey. She won't budge. Even my big brother and little brother have to come," I admitted.

Casey frowned. "Harsh. Going to see your grandparents?" Casey asked as she followed me out to my bike.

I slung my pack over my shoulders. "No. Some family is flying in from Italy. Since I am the only one in the family who can speak fluent Italian—aside from my father and aunt, I have to come. My younger brother is learning Italian too so it is a good idea for him to tag along." I explained as we walked to the parking lot.

"Damn, you're really close to your family..." Casey muttered as she put her sunglasses on. She looked like she belonged to California some days, and today was one of those days. Dark blonde hair fell gently past her shoulders, cerulean blue eyes sparkled with mischief whenever she had something exciting on her mind, stylish clothes that'd make a lot of the self-proclaimed "popular" kids at our school drool (and did), and a very slender frame that'd fit in with the Californians on the beach. She was, in (almost) every sense of the word, killer.

I had to smile and I discreetly put the Bluetooth into my ear and turned it on, waiting for Heather or anyone else to call me. Casey and I walked to my bike. When we arrived, Casey whistled. "Nice bike. When did you get it? Where did you get it? What model is it?" Casey asked, her questions stringing together.

I smiled as I put my helmet on the seat. "I got it last week, my father got it for me as an early graduation gift, and I think if I am not mistaken it is a CBR1000RR Honda, sleek dark grey body paint." I answered as I threw my jacket on and mounted the bike expertly.

"I wish my family was rich." Casey muttered as she admired my bike. She wasn't an enthusiast like I was, but she still seemed awed by the fact that I could afford just a luxury.

I offered a shrug as I put my helmet on and flip the mask up so she sees my eyes. "Invest wisely I guess. My dad is responsible for that. Hey, sorry about ditching you both tonight. Maybe next week will make up for it." I said, my voice slightly distorted by the helmet.

Casey waved it off. "Don't worry about it. Be careful on that thing," Casey warned me.

I nodded and put my facemask down and revved the engine and backed out of the parking space. I sped out of the parking lot and I hit the Highway at 100mph. Soon traffic began to thin out as I left the inner city and I pressed a hidden button on my helmet and my Bluetooth activated.

There was some static, and then a deep booming voice entered my ears. "Emma, where are you? Your Bluetooth was activated then you went dark. Did you run into trouble?!" Derek nearly shouted. I winced and almost swerved off of the road.

"Christ Der! I'm fine! I was just talking about motorcycles with Casey again; thought I would spare you of that boredom." I answered as I weaved in and out of traffic.

Derek growled at the use of my nickname that I came up with when I was little and couldn't say "Derek" properly. "Did you get Heather's email?" Derek asked in an irritated tone.

I grinned. "Yeah, I got it in class. What are we supposed to do tonight? Recon? Assassination?"

"A little bit of both." I could almost see him smiling at the words.

I smiled under the helmet as I took the exit off of the Highway. "Excellent! I have to go, I'm almost home."

The link went dead and I drove home in silence. I make a right onto a newly paved road and made my way to my family ranch. When I pull into the driveway, I saw Derek out in the barn with Spirit and Aquila (our horses).

I turned my bike off, removed my helmet, and dismounted the vehicle. "Sorry about ruining your evening." Derek muttered as I passed him, taking my bike to the garage.

I shrugged as I lowered the kickstand and leaned against the bike. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault Warren is making a move tonight." I smiled.

Derek shrugged and I put my bike helmet on Erik's work station. My dad always spoiled us. But we saw all the bikes and cars as useful tools rather than luxurious gifts. "So, what happened today?" Derek asked as he looked at my bike.

I looked around the barn. We had another one for the horses. "Got some grief for ditching my friends, again. I promised them that I would make it up to them with a movie next week…"

Derek shook his head; his dark brown hair almost covering his eyes. "Yeah, I remember those days. Glad I graduated though." He smirked.

I didn't react and swiftly, I nailed a sucker-punch in his gut and I heard the air leave his lungs. "As am I. Now I don't have to compete with you." I smirked as I shook my hand out.

"That's a low blow sis," He forced out his mouth as he clutched his stomach.

"I learnt from the best," I chuckled.

We heard the familiar crunch of shoes on gravel and we both turned to see Heather with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face set in a near permanent scowl. "C'mon you two. Get armed and meet at the Tower."

"Thought we had to split up. Safety precautions." I asked her, totally confused by her email.

"I sent that email as a red herring in case our emails are being watched." She muttered as she flipped her hair. Heather was my aunt on my mom's side and sadly, I could barely stand being around her some days.

I swallowed a snippy comeback and I put my jacket on. I walked on Heather's right while Derek walked on her left. He snuck a look behind her back and sent me a look and I shrugged a response to him.

"Ten minutes." She reminded us as she went to her own room to grab her gear.

Derek and I walked upstairs and enter our own rooms. I closed the door and walked over to my bookshelf, move my favorite books, Eon: Dragoneye Reborn and Eona: The Last Dragoneye apart to reveal a hidden compartment with the Assassin Insignia carved into the wood.

I pressed the button and I watched the bookshelf move into the wall then the wall turned around to show an altar of weapons. I took my jacket off and strapped the twin hidden blades onto my forearms and flicked my wrists to make sure they still worked. I reached for my dagger sheath and strapped it to my left thigh.

When I was satisfied that they are in good working condition, I grabbed my Syrian dagger and sheathed it on my leg. I strapped on the throwing knives over my right shoulder, and put my jacket back on and put the hood up; my face and hair hidden, aside from a few loose strands escaping. I looked at the alarm clock that rested on my bedside table. Five minutes. I pressed the Assassin Insignia again and the bookshelf returned and settled into the wall.

"Emma! Derek! We need to go!" Heather shouted from the first floor.

I hurried downstairs with Derek on my heels. "What about Erik?" I asked as I leaped the last three stairs, suddenly remembering my half brother.

Heather waved my concern off. "He's already at the Tower. We will meet him there," Heather explained as she put her hood up.

Now we were equals. When we're Assassins, we're equal in rank and skill. But when we weren't Assassins, Heather portrayed herself as my step-mother. She even had a fake diamond ring and knew almost everything about my father.

The three of us hopped into the 2011 Jaguar XJR and sped off towards the inner city. I wasn't even home for more than fifteen minutes! Thank God that I didn't have homework tonight…

"Remember, stick to the shadows. Warren is going to have guards all around the building." Heather reminded us as she pulled onto the main Highway.

Derek and I nodded. Even though we were Master Assassins, we needed to be careful. "We understand. One of us will send an eagle call when we have completed what you have asked us to do." I answered promptly.

Heather inclined her head and I caught a glimpse of her mahogany brown hair in her white hood. I preferred a dark grey hood so that I blended in better. But soon, when I turned eighteen (next month) I would be getting two tattoos and a white hooded jacket. One on the back of my neck of the Assassin Insignia and the second tattoo would be on my left forearm with the Assassin symbol with an intricate design surrounding it.

The car slowed as we exited the Highway and entered the main city. A few minutes of driving, we entered an alley and I saw a few thugs that smiled and nodde at us. The Underground worked with us and we paid them enough to stay on our side. One thing was more precious than money to these men and women. Protection.

Heather stopped the car and Derek and I (grabbing a facemask) got out. Victor, our "Homeboy" as he liked to call himself walked over and put a friendly hand around my shoulder. "Hey there Assassin. Heard we are to cause a bit of a ruckus so you can get into Abstergo." He smiled.

I nodded. I rarely spoke on missions.

"C'mon now, not a hello?" Victor frowned.

I glared at him. Under the hood my eyes looked pure black and Victor cringed. "Sorry amico." I raised an eyebrow and he smiled. "I learned Italian when I was in Italy. How do you think I can get away with so much crap?" He grinned as he ruffled my hood—trying to mess up my hair.

I shrugged and I waited for Derek to secure the bikes that we had hidden behind a few dumpsters. "Okay, we can start the mission," Derek said as he puts a mask over his mouth and nose. I did the same.

I heard Victor chuckling quietly. "Man, keeping yourselves a secret," Victor muttered. "What's the point if they are going to see you de-hooded at one point or another?"

We ignored Victor and turned to Heather—who rolled the window down. "I will be waiting at the Tower to hear from you. If you succeed and can't make it to the Tower, send a pigeon my way, or if you are close enough, an eagle call."

We nodded and she took off down the street.

When Heather was out of sight, Derek placed a hand on my shoulder. "Ready little sister?" Derek asked.

"I am only younger than you by two years!" I snapped.

He chuckled and Victor broke up our conversation and started talking strategy. "Okay now, so Thomas and Frank can start a street fight in front of the main building. Bring in Trent and Keith with blank shots in their guns and we should have the cops and the entire security team from the Abstergo building trying to defuse the situation."

My jaw opened and I was glad that the mask was covering it. I forgot that Victor was once a University genius-turned Gang Leader. Back when he was a Professor, he was known as Morris Victor.

"Sounds like a plan. Be sure to check your men's guns. The last thing we need is to bring Jeff and Richard into this." Derek muttered.

I shivered. Richard and Jeff, the Assassin's Attorney's. We had to see them once a week to make sure their loyalty remained to us. I hated them. That was why I also dreaded next month. When I turned eighteen, I was legal and they would have to defend me—and I wasn't exactly on their good side at the current moment. Something about slandering their creditability during a routine check up with them might have put me on their bad side…

"So are we just going to stand here or are we going to start this?" Victor chided.

Derek looked to me and I nodded. I may be younger than Derek and Heather, but my status was what made me their superior. I was wiser (somewhat) and my skills greater, but unlike my fellow Assassin's who are at my level and made decisions on their own, I would rather have my family and comrades input.

"Go Victor," I whispered.

He dialed a number on his cell phone and muttered orders quickly into it. Soon the three of us see Thomas and Frank running up to the Abstergo building, shoving each other.

"I chose those two because they always fight each other. Thought I would be able to channel that raw energy into a diversion," Victor mutters. "At least they would be doing something useful."

"Your instincts proved right," I noted.

He smiled and Derek looked at me. "C'mon," I growled as we scaled a building and leaped from edge to edge. We neared the building and the "fight" below us escalateed according to plan. Blank rounds were fired, citizens were running around scared. Perfect. Just as Victor said, all the Security Guards ran out of the building and Derek helped me up to the roof of the Abstergo building.

"Wouldn't it be cool if this was the head building? But that is in Italy," Derek sighed as he unlatched the air duct.

I rolled my eyes. "We should count ourselves lucky that Lucy is in Rome with Shaun and Rebecca. And we need to count our luck that this is working."

Derek nodded and slipped inside the duct. I heard a few grunts and groans but when it was silent for five seconds, I heard Derek's voice. "All clear Em!" he hissed.

I took a deep breath and jumped into the duct. I landed gently on soft carpeting and I looked around to realize that I am in an office. That had two dead guards against the wall. "Warrens?" I asked, hopeful.

Derek shook his head. "It's on the other side of the building." Derek pointed at the double wooden doors. I could faintly make out the Templar Cross etched into the wood.

Derek touched the door handle with his hand and looked back at me then at the door.

"Once we go through that door…there is no going back." I whispered.

Derek nodded and gently turned the door knob.