Kenith-
The night was cold. My mother sitting by the now burnt-out fire, my sister next to her. I sat on a tree branch outside my house. My father, most likely drunk at the tavern like usual, most likely he was about to get arrested for bar fighting. Our small house in the town of Dublin, Ireland made the setting worse since we were surrounded by rich aristocrats. However, my family's life changed one day. My father had made a bet on a Spanish bullfight in Florence, Italy. My father was bluffing, and bet 20 million coin. The Aristocrat whom he was betting with placed 24 million coin on the fight, and believe it or not, my father actually won the bet.
When he came home and told us the news, my mother began crying. I wasn't fazed for some reason. "Kenith, Jennifer, we're rich, now mum and I can get you anything you see from the markets," My father said excitedly. That's when my greedy sister began cheering. I acted like I was happy, But for some reason, I wasn't. 10 months later, I had just returned from my new school, my mother walking my sister and me home. I begged my mum to let me go to my friend johns house. After promising to clean my room and do the housework, she let me go to his house. After 4 hours, I started home. I grabbed flowers for mother and picked up some food for the walk home.
I walked In my home door. "Mother, Father, I'm home," I said in a gentle tone, hiding mums flowers behind my back. Something was sad. I...I couldn't see mum doing her job of making cloth for clothing. "M...Mother," I said, closing the door behind me. I walked down the hall to the dining room. To my horror...I saw it. My family, dead, On the floor. A man, wearing red jumped out of the window after seeing me. "FATHER...MOTHER...JENNIE" I shouted to see them. Mum and Jennie were out, but father coughed. "F...father," I said holding his hand. "Kenith...my sweet boy...h...he...took...he took the...money" Those were my father's last words. To my horror, I looked out the window and realized: Now, I'm on my own.
Scotty-
I woke up from the animus. "Sequence 1, complete. We got him going to Johns, him walking with his mom, and him seeing his family dead" Rico, My team's technician reported. "Man, It's sad how a petty thief killed my great great great great" I lost track on my fingers. "Anyway, Its a shame Keniths family was killed by petty theft, I could've been rich" I finished. "Heh, good luck, my family's rich and look at me, I'm waiting for my turn in the animus," Lynda said, walking past me, laying on the Animus machine. As she looked into her ancestor's memories, I walked out of out cave base. Climbing up on 2 trees, swinging to the top of the cave, placing my fingertips onto a sticking out brick, grabbing hold. Eventually, I was on top of Our hideout in a remote forest in Brazil. I am Scotty Shamos, and this is the beginnig of My, and my ancestor Keniths, assassin legend.