All concepts and universe belong to UbiSoft. Characters by me, so, uh… read it, please.
"Uhhh… where the hell am I?"
The voice drags you from sleep, and your eyes jerk open, taking in your surroundings.
An all white room, walls, carpet, floor, furniture, everything. Your ankles and wrists are shackled to a bed, leaving only your hips and neck free to move. You look to the left, and find two people in a similar situation as you. Though they remain unconscious, you continue hearing voices.
Mentally slapping your forehead, you look to your right, and find a man struggling with his bonds. He looks at you, and rolls his eyes.
"I was gonna ask for help, but you don't exactly look… competent." He glared and rolled his eyes at the same time, making his already creepy face even creepier.
You sit up and rub your wrists, soothing the rashes that had been created as you picked the locks that had held you in place.
"Oh, uh… I was just kidding… about the uh… incompetence. Help me out?" He pleaded.
You unlock your ankle braces, and stand up, stretching your legs. Your footsteps ring loud on the white tiles and before you have time to do anything else, loud sirens flood the room, and people in heavy black armor, contrasting the white surroundings, fill into the room. As one charges at you, holding a nightstick over his head, you analyze the situation, going over a mental checklist.
Right handed
Unprotected neck, armpits, and knees.
Overly aggressive
Committing these to memory, you prepare yourself in a way to exploit them and efficiently take him out.
Your right leg slides back, left hand held slightly aloft. You grab his wrist with your left hand, and chop your right hand to his elbow, sending the nightstick flying. You swing around, catching his heel with your toe.
You lunge forward and grab the nightstick with your left hand, and falling on top of the downed guard, you grasp his collar with your right. You pull him upward and hurl him into a wall, then wrap your arm around his throat. Turning around with your new hostage, you face the other guards.
They spread out into a semi-circle, and, noticing the most dangerous looking assailant is left handed, you switch your stolen nightstick to your right hand.
One of the advantages of my… profession… is ambidextrous training, you think.
He signals his allies to attack, and you roll your shoulders, preparing for your fight…
What do you think? I'm trying to keep the protagonist to be as widespread as possible, so it's easier to put yourself in their place. This means some very clever working into romance (but I've got an idea) if I decide to put any in at all, and no physical descriptions of the protagonist, so try to put yourself in their place. I hope you liked it, so please review. Also, it's supposed to be short, because if you don't like it, then I don't want to waste too much time, so consider it a prologue or a trailer, not a full chapter. Thanks!
P.S. There will be Animus sessions, so, yeah.
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