I suggest you listen to the song Hurt while reading this. Hurt by Johnny Cash. Also I own nothing except my OCs. Everything else goes to Ubisoft and Oliver Bowden.

The tears were back again. Streaming down my face and falling on the floor. I couldn't feel love, fear, and sadness. Do I still feel pain? In one swift motion the blade cut my wrist and it was splattered with blood. Blood began to pool and fall on the floor. It doesn't hurt that much. Am I losing my sense of pain?

The Pieces of Eden, Assassins and Templars, all of them aren't supposed to be real. But they are. They are-they were. Now I and my siblings are the last. Are are we? So many thing that I thought was real turned out to be fake. I thought I was immortal but I can die. I thought I was mortal but I have lived for more than a million years. People tell me I am a monster for killing people but others say that I do whats right. I thought my family was dead but people tell me that my family is alive-that they are my family. But the pain stays the same old pain. The only difference is that the pain dulls a bit more every day.

I took my blade and cut a tiny bit. Not enough to cause a lot of bleeding but enough to make me feel pain. How many times have I done this? How many times have I felt this sting?

All of those who made me feel pain I tried to kill them to get revenge, but if never worked; in fact it made me feel guilty. It made me try to kill myself.

All those deaths came back making my fall to the floor. The death of a mother I heard of but never knew. A father who let them take his life, even though he had two twins at home that loved him very much. A trainer-father figure-that was so nice to me but in the end tried to kill me A village that I grew up in, a village that I would fie for; reduced to ashes with all those who I loved dead around me. My twin, Altair, who had been with me forever, had also left me. His throat slit.

"You're a monster Chanel. No matter how much you tell yourself you're not one, in the end you'll always end up more a monster than before!"-"You're their little lad dog. taking punches and hits for a royal family that sits in their tall castle not one tin cut visible on their skin!" I'm a monster. A lap dog. Both. Neither. I'm hurting my own self. What am I?

Jodi, Mia, Malik, all of my dearest friends.

They all left me. All died or betrayed me! All of my sweetest, dearest friends are dead and I am all that remains. I'm all alone...

My village lies in ruins. Death and betrayal is everywhere. Soon it will be just like Masyaf, just ash and dust with everything-everyone dead around me.

I fall on my knees. What is the point of living with everyone else dead around me? Nothing matters anymore. Nothing! I let everyone down. I could have saved them!

-Kat's P.O.V.-

I stare at Chanel as she just cries. Poor, dear, Chanel. No one deserves a sad story. But yet we always get one. Because we all know one thing no matter our age or knowledge. Life is not a fairy tale and there are no happy endings.