Assassin's Creed; Rien est vrai, tout est permite
Prologue
Paris, France 1942
A figure, concealed in the dark, continued to prepare. Her clothing was dark as night, which enabled her to blend easily in the night, and provided a way to hide her gear. Her clothes included a hood. The same hood that concealed the faces of her parents. She picked up several throwing knives and began to insert them into the small sheathes near her belt. Another piece of weaponry was a Welrod Silenced Pistol, a curious and effective weapon that was provided to her by the British. And finally, the weapon that all assassin's carried. The hidden blade. There had been some improvements to the original design that was conceived centuries ago.
There was some differences. She had to blend completely into the night, and she had several types of the same clothes that doubled as camouflage.
Moving across Paris was quite difficult in the evening. The Nazis had enforced a strict curfew across Paris during the night, but that did not stop their own officers from frequenting the bars and taverns when they went off duty. Or indulging in courtesans and wine. But there was one Nazi she was interested in. Chief Storm Leader Hans Wheimer. He was notorious in his own right, even amongst the Nazi occupation troops in France, and he was instrumental in hunting down members of the Maquis. Though the reason why this particular individual was up at this late hour could not be more insidious.
Not many people knew the reasons behind this war, and if they did, it would be a terror beyond imagination. Adolf Hitler, had in his possession, a means of controlling men. Not just the irate ranting that was so dramatized in the Nuremberg rallies, but a true method of projecting his desires to others. They were called 'piece's of eden.' But Hitler was not the only tyrant. Only the most well-known. There were other tyrants responsible for this war. Stalin, Roosevelt, Churchill. They were all templars. This war was intended to destroy all who fought in it, so when all the powers were weak enough, they could come in and simply rebuild. The survivors would fall in line and simply obey for the greater good.
She did not know where these artifacts came from, but she did know how dangerous they were. Hitler's public successes were due in no small part to the piece of eden that he possessed, and carried with him at all times. Not only was France under siege, but also Germany as well. A piece of eden was a strange weapon. It allowed people unnatural abilities, some had altered the course of history itself.
But her life was not always this dark. One time, there was light in her life. A fleeting time of innocence in which there was happiness. She had no more tears to shed, but a promise, that the templars responsible for this war would die. Maurice did his best to advise her not to give into her darkness, but what light would be within a woman who had lost everything that illuminated her. And now, she would step into the night.
Her name was Marie Deschant, and she was an assassin. Those who followed the ancient creed; nothing is true, everything is permitted. A sound erupted within the room that doubled as her sanctuary. Bells, within the cathedral. Churches were one of the few places in Paris that the SS were reluctant to storm into without cause. Even though, at one time in history, the Roman Catholic Church was a Templar institution, but things change over the centuries. When the church's power declined, the Templars did not see any further use for it, and Irony's had their place in the world.
She walked out onto a ledge, and waited. A truck, carrying hay, approached below, and she timed her jump perfectly. A leap of faith.
Edited for Spelling and Grammar
12/28/10