Perplexed and Mangled

by EarthAngel98

Hannah, a young girl from the 21st century, is transported through the Assassin order to the 18th century. There, she will struggle to discover where her allegiance lies... and to whom. "Caterina... Do you not understand what you've done to me! You've turned me to someone I've never wanted nor imagined to be! You've changed everything around us!"

1. Questions

I quietly stared at the men and woman standing in front of my class. I could feel my body begin to tense up as the woman in the group of men stared everyone down as if looking into our souls with her sharp penetrating minty eyes. She was about average height and yet compared to the men around her, she was very small. Her brown hair was pulled up into a dark brown bun which went well with her professional outfit.

Why were they here? Who are they?

The woman glanced firmly back at her men she was standing with and soon began walking smoothly towards my teacher. My name is Hannah Fentura, currently in the 8th grade. There are two other girls and 15 boys in my class. Small class and yet there were many issues. Our eyes all watched the female speak quietly with my teacher as though they were keeping a secret. She finally decided she had spoken enough with our teacher and turned towards the men. With a small gesture of her head, the men advanced toward us.

What's going on?!

I kept quiet and swallowed saliva that was nonexistent to me until then. A few of the students in my class stepped back to keep their distance between themselves and the men. I stayed stationed where I was and watched as the tall, mysterious men in suits continued to walk towards us.

"Please... Treat them with care. That is the only reason I'm letting you have them for now besides the safety of my daughter and husband," my teacher said suddenly.

"What are you talking about Mrs. Lebronski?"

Everyone turned to stare at me. My eyes widened at the realization that I had just spoken. I slowly turned my head to look at the female who now had a rather mysterious smile as though I had just proven something great to her and her men.

"Well dear," the anonymous female said in a sly yet sharp voice," you're all coming with us. Let's just say... We're taking a trip down memory lane." At that, the woman walked out of our classroom. When I turned my head back to the men, I could only get a glimpse of a few of my classmates being carried out by the men. I gasped as I saw that they had been knocked out. Suddenly, the entire room went dark and the only sensation I had was being lifted off the ground.