It'd been in the heat of the moment.

After, seemingly, loosing everyone he loved, Federico had been willing to believe anyone.. even the Templars. He never knew how he got into that position, how he had become so hopeless as to believe those scum.

But he had. And it was much to late now to retract that mistake.

From twenty, it'd been engraved in him by those bastards that the only thing he had left in the world was them. That the Assassins had betrayed him. That they had failed to save his family Qand after so many times, for so many days, of being told the same thing over and over.. Federico began to believe it.

He was a shell of the man he once been. His smiles weren't genuine, his eyes were dull and lacking of the light and twinkle they once had, his emotions had been numbed, he had become nothing more than a weapon of murder. The oldest Auditore siblings had been constantly sent out to murder Assassins, unknowingly destroying the order his ancestors had fought so hard to protect.

The order his father had, supposedly, died for.

He had even saved that bastard, that pale, black haired boy who his brother had despised; Vieri.

Even now Federico didn't know why he had done it, but he had. So, when said younger man had told him to hunt down someone in Venice, he had taken it on like any other. Kill the Assassin, get what he needed, leave and report back.

Hunting upon roof tops like an eagle searching for prey, his eyes narrowed. He lacked the talent, that being Eagle Vison, his father and younger brother owned. However, his eyes were still keen. His target (no, his prey) had been clothed in white robes, robes that stuck out like a sore thumb under the reflected moon's light. The Assassin had been dashing atop roof tops, searching for something of his own. When he seemed to have found it, Federico sprung.

He felt his sword rip through cloth, but also skin. He couldn't see the victim's face, but it wouldn't matter. He would be dead within seconds, then thrown into a river once his secrets were revealed.

So when he though back, Federico was shocked by his skill. A sharp, stinging pain shot through his cheek as a gash was delivered upon it and whilst he was distracted, Federico earned a punch to the face. He grunted when he dropped back but delivered a kick to the other, hitting his foot and causing him to fall.

He had a set of hidden blades, but Federico refused to let that intimidate him. That bastard and his order had failed to save him and his family, so they deserved to die.

Every last one of them.

The Assassin, who Federico could only guess was younger, stood only moments after the other had. He went in for the attack, his actions reckless. Reckless rage, the older of the two recognised. A foolish mistake.

The sword plunged into the others stomach, tearing through muscle, skin and cloth. When it was retracted, it was covered in dripping blood. The other then fell back, his hood falling from his now pale face. The clouds then parted, the moon light falling onto the victim's face. Blood streamed from his mouse and leaked from his stomach. The Assassin attempted to stop the bleeding with a weak hand, but the blood refused to stop.

Federico was about to demand answers when the moonlight revealed he other's identity, and his eyes grew wide...

No, no he.. How had he not recognised him.. it had been in the heat of the moment, and Federico had been so focused on.. he. No anyone but him- how had he?!-

"Ezio!-"