The story of Mallory
She grew up with no family support; her parents had jobs that prevented them to spend time with her. She ran away and is now trying to survive. But, who is this mysterious woman and man that appear at the most thankful time? She had to find out… OC-centric
She was running on the sidewalks again, a loaf of bread tucked under her arm and a bottle of mineral water in the other. Although she was getting tired quickly, she continued running for as far as her skinny legs could bring her. With a final push, she boosted herself and rounded into an alleyway. She leaned against the brick wall, panting heavily before poking her head out of the corner.
When she realized the coast was clear, she slid down the wall and was in a comfortable sitting position. Her legs were tucked up to her chest and her thin arms were wrapping themselves around her legs.
She gently laid the food on the winter ground before trying to warm her up a bit. Her body temperature was dropping quickly and she was shivering violently. Finding two thin twigs on the ground, covered in the snow, she picked them up and rubbed them together to create the friction she needed. She hoped that the sticks were thick enough to create a fire so as to heat her up. She bit her tongue as a small flame started flickering. Soon, a small fire broke out and Mallory cheered in victory, quietly of course.
Looking back and forth first, she took the bread and water and hid deeper into the shadows. She placed the items next to her again and sat cross-legged near the fire. Her palms were opened out and her fingers were stretched fully, getting the warmth she needed. Once she had felt warm enough to last the morning, she bit into the plain bread and forced herself to swallow.
It was the same thing every day, bland and boring. She had to put up with it. It was not as if she could afford something else. She didn't have the kind of money.
A sigh of disappointment was released as she stared at the flickering flames that were slowly dying out. She had already spent around fifty minutes in that alleyway, it was best not to loiter. Plus, she had already finished her food. What point would it be to stay in there?
She saw a crack on the wall of the building she was leaning on and smiled. After finding out that the crack was large enough to fit her nimble fingers, she started climbing up. Her bare feet were enough to fit into the cracks and the jutting bricks also helped her much.
When she got to the rooftop, she started sprinting and jumping from one rooftop to another. Her movements were graceful, elegant and agile. All that was on her mind was trying to get away from the people on the streets and also possibly any woman crazy enough to want to adopt her.
Once she reached a nearby church, her favourite checkpoint, she climbed up to the cross at the very top and leaned against the base. The view was always beautiful up there, no matter the time. She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles, praying to the holy man up in heaven. She was always alone, so she prayed for a companion in her life; a friendly companion whose way older than her, so he or she would act as her parent. It would please her greatly if Mallory could even find an adult who would not mind taking care of her and was not crazy, the ladies on the street were all too desperate for her.
Her stomach growled out of hunger and she sighed. Spotting a haystack at the bottom, Mallory took a chance and jumped. At first, she was diving head first into the stack, but after ¼ on the way down, she did a mid-air flip and then straightened her form. She landed into the haystack body first. When she got out, she shook her body a little to get rid of the hay that was stuck in her clothes and hair.
"Have to find a bakery close by," she whispered and spotted a group walking by. With slow and quiet footsteps, she walked casually into the crowd and walked at the pace that they had set beforehand.
This wasn't the life she wanted, but it was 'take it or leave it' in her world.
A/N: So, I wrote this on a whim again, just like with any other Assassin's Creed story I write. Aveline and Connor will appear, sometime... Maybe one at a time. And the reason this chapter is so short, it's because it's the prologue; just a basic introduction for Mallory. And although I tend to stray from OC stories, I really wanted to abuse the new OC filter FF had put in recently.
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed does not belong to me, it belongs to Ubisoft. Only Mallory belongs to me.