I have been playing Assassin's Creed and reading fanfiction on it, so this is the spawn of all that. I'm trying to make things longer, add more, put in more detial (basically dragging everything out like every other author I see xD) I hope it's better than my other stuff.

"Stop that girl!" A clumsy man huffed after me with uncertain steps, as if at anytime he would fall flat on his face. I knew he couldn't catch me and no one wanted to interfere with his personal business, such as this, for the fear that it would be considered rude. I stayed quite a few feet away from him dancing around the street, a playful smile on my face, as I examined the colorful pouch that probably contained a significant amount of his money, judging by the weight. I hopped and twirled around the street halfheartedly moving closer to my shack halfway across town.

I still found toying with my "prey" entertaining, I am only 17 but I never got to be a kid. I was born into a family of wealthy thieves, living life to the fullest. I lived in a big house in the Italian countryside, a house just to my family. My father was the thief of the house, my mother couldn't bring herself to thieve anymore once she was pregnant with me. She didn't seem to mind being a stay at home mother, she was always happy.

When my dad came home from work he would always teach me something about the thief world. I loved listening to stories about his close calls. He taught me how to defend myself, scale walls and obstacles (which my mother, now losing her inner thief, wholeheartedly disproved of). I love climbing, it made me feel so alive. I loved looking around from a new perspective and feeling the wind in my curly brown hair. My father often raced me across town to help keep my skills sharp. When I was ready, he took me thieving with him. We started basic, simply pickpocketing. I was hesitant because I knew I could get in serious trouble if I was caught, but I had to start somewhere. I was so happy when I was able to pick my first pocket, I almost gave myself away with my cries of joy (as we were still right next to the man I just robbed blind). It steadily got into more serious things, such as breaking in and stealing, stealing from nobles, and even learning how to quiet someone when I'd been discovered.

I started thieving on my own and I loved it, it was the only thing I knew. I would compare today's haul with dad and brag every time I got more gold than he did. He was always ecstatic when I had more items than him, it meant he had taught me well and I would keep getting better. My life was picture perfect, but it didn't last for long.

It was the day I was having the most luck, I successfully robbed two houses, collected five pouches, and I wasn't ready to stop there. But I knew I couldn't carry anymore without looking suspicious, so I decided an item dump was necessary.

I should have noticed something was wrong when the small gate to our property was wide open, I should have noticed when no one greeted me at the door, I should have noticed no one was making the blanket she was working on, I should have, but I didn't

I walked through the living room to find someone when I finally opened my mind enough to see all the furniture was scattered. I panicked and ran around the house searching frantic for someone, anyone, but I couldn't. The furniture was too neat to be a thief, the person must have taken his sweet time, a thief would through everything around because they had no time to spare, not this person, it was like they had all the time in the world. I though back to who could have done this, I could only think of one. My dad had recently robbed a high powered noble, but he only took money and whatever else he had in the tiny bad he brought home.

I didn't want to believe that the noble's guards had killed them, no one would want to.

I still searched around the house, finally going upstairs to our bedrooms. Looking over mine it was still neat besides the fact that the furniture was out of place slightly. I went across the hall to my parent's bedrooms, taking a deep breath as I turned the doorknob.

I saw all the blood before I saw their faces. I completely deadpanned. My perfect explanation as to why everything was as it was, was shattered into fine powder. I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs in a high pitched scream. I fell to my knees as tears took away my vision. I dropped down next to them trying to deceive my mind into thinking they were only sleeping, but reality has to bitch slap you in the face when you try to recover form traumatic incidents.

The numbness set in a little later and I shakily rose to my feet, wiping my tears and looking at their beautiful resting faces. They were holding hands, but what was odd was the blood stains leading halfway across the room telling me they weren't embracing when they died, someone arranged them like this. Either they were trying to be respectful after what they had done, or they were taunting me, urging me to come find them. I was done. I wouldn't give in, I wasn't going after whoever did this, that's what they would've wanted.

Looking back at them for the last time I wiped my mind clean of any emotion, I had a sudden maturity growth in that moment. I was alone, and I had to take of myself from now on. I had to find a new home.

But that was three years ago and I was over what had happened, it was time I stopped dwelling in the past because I still had a future.

My memory visit left me emotionally drained though and I didn't want to toy with they panting man trying his best to keep up with me. I sighed, hooked the pouch onto my leather belt, and found the nearest building. I could escape using the rooftops, but it wasn't like I need to use them to get away from him.

His shouts and curses were droning out behind me as I picked up speed, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the wind in my hair and the freedom of the moment. Climbing always made me feel better and this was no exception. My mood brightened after about the third street I jumped over. A big smile spread across my face as I picked up the pace even more, I wasn't far from my home now.

I made my way to a small alley, jumping down from wall to wall until I reached the bottom. I grabbed the door to my small house. The assorted smells of my house hit me like a rock and I was back to being drained. It didn't smell bad, it just smelled like things I remembered.

I sat at my rundown table, gently sitting on the chair so I didn't cause it's wobbling legs anymore trouble. I grabbed the man's money pouch and dumped its contents out on the table. I loved hearing the sound of money hitting the table, but it didn't do much for my mood today.

I thoroughly counted the money and put it in my personal money pouch, the one my dad gave me. I practically crawled to my bed, I was that tired now. It took only minutes before I was out like a light.

I knew the second I woke up that today was going to bad day, but I couldn't explain why.

I did a brief personal hygiene check before I left, surprisingly mine is pretty high for a thief. I didn't understand why just because I was a thief meant I couldn't look like a decent lady.

Climbing out the window I started out my day. In the back of my mind I wondered if my bad feelings about today were going to be true. Oh but I just had to be right, they were.

I spotted him from the rooftops, he looked loaded, I got greedy, and I didn't stop to factor in that someone like him must get robbed a lot and have experience with dealing with people like me. I didn't really care about that, I just wanted his gold.

I climbed down a few buildings behind him trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I played the part of a poor helpless, homeless, little girl. I tried to look sad but I couldn't quite hid my happiness with what I was going to do. Rushing forward, I ran passed the hooded man, making an expert slight of hand. I was overjoyed as I felt the pouch in my hand as I ran. But when I looked back I saw the hooded man chase me with intent.

I panicked. He was gaining on me. Surely he couldn't climb, right? Of course when I want to be right I'm wrong. The white robed man chased me even in my territory. I tried to speed up but his weight crashed into me before I could increase my speed even a little.

"Get off me!" I spat. I thrashed around trying to keep his money pouch away from him.

"I will once you give me my gold back," the man responded in the calmest voice I've heard out of all my customers.

From what I could see he was young and oh so handsome. But it didn't matter to me how beautiful someone was, if they had to get robbed, they were going to get robbed, no two ways about it.

"I will not give you this back!" I was started to get childish, acting like a kid with her toy taken away, thrashing around throwing a tantrum.

He shrugged and pinned my hands above my hand and broke no sweat retrieving his gold. He stood up with my hands still in just one of his.

"What's your name?" his voice gave no indication to how he felt about the recent attempted robbery.

I gave him an incredulous look. He wanted to know the name of his robber? How... nice? I guess.

"Rosabella," I mumbled.

"Well Rosabella why are you robbing people? What would your parents think?" He asked in a concerned and genuine voice, his hood down and eyes showing his sincerity.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, his chocolate brown eyes were shiny, his brown hair was tied behind his head, and their was a scar on his upper lip preventing his stubble from growing in.

"It's kind of hard to be concerned about your children you're dead," I shouted angered. He had opened fresh wounds for me. My parents would have been extremely concerned if they found I've been doing something wrong (thievery excluded obviously), but they were very moral people, dad never stole from those who had nothing.

"No parents huh? Hm.. Come with me," he began to tug my hands toward him.

I wasn't about to go with him without a fight but I couldn't match his strength. He lifted me over his shoulder and started running across the roofs. Being carried across the roofs was even better than doing it yourself, but I was still mad.

"Where are you taking me!?" I had to shout over the wind in my ears.

"Well," he panted. "You have no parents and you're in need of thieving work. I think I'm just the man to help you out."

What? He wanted to help me after I just tried to rob him. Either this guy was stupid, desperate for company (I shuddered thinking of the type of company a man of his appearance must want), or is truly nice. I voted for the first one.

"I'm Ezio." He shouted. "I'd like to train you to be an assassin."

That was it. :| I hope you liked it and my new style of writing wasn't too bad or hard to understand/follow D: If you see any mistakes don't hesitate to tell me (this was written late at night xD).

~Kat