(Assassin Hideout)
I sat in my chair at the hideout, waiting for something to happen.
"Shaun." I called to the Brit at his computer.
"No." He coldly replied.
"You don't even..."
"You were going to ask if I wanted to play cards. Or maybe you were going to ask if you could fool around on my computer. Ooh! Or my favorite, if you think you had a chance with Rebbeca." He listed various options.
"Jeez. No wonder Kate dumped you. You are a killjoy." I began to spin around in my chair.
"Wha- I will have you know that I charmed the pants off her." He turned from his computer.
"Yeah right." I chuckled. "I happen to know that her pants never came off when she was with you." I began to tease him.
"How did you?" He began.
"We had lunch." I began to spin around in my chair. I heard Shaun mumbling a few, ungentlemanly things. There was a knocking at the door and I jumped from my seat.
"Coming." I shouted. When I pulled the door open, I saw Rebecca holding grocery bags.
"Allow me." I told her as I took the bags in hand. I placed the bags on Shaun's desk.
"Pardon me. I am working."
"I know you are, Shaun. Good job." I ruffled his hair a bit. He scowled and grumbled under his breath as he turned back to his screen. I brought the bags over to the fridge and began to transfer the items.
"How's Baby doin'?" I asked Rebecca.
"I've made some upgrades." She informed me.
"You mind if I try?"
"Go ahead." I sat onto the comfortable padded seat of baby. I was about to close my eyes when I heard the door open.
"Everyone else is here. Who could that be?" I thought to myself as I jumped out of the chair. I opened my eyes, and saw a rare sight, a friendly blonde had entered the hideout.
"Lucy!" I exclaimed. I ran up and wrapped her in a hug, then I spun her around and placed her back down. A man entered the room behind her. He looked like he was in his twenties, with a scar on his lip. He had a white jacket and blue jeans. I ran forwards and pushed him against the wall. My left hand held his throat as I extended my hidden blade on my right arm.
"Who are you?" I growled at the man.
"Hunter! It's okay. This is Subject Seventeen, Desmond Miles." Lucy informed me.
"Sorry Desmond." I apologized.
"Nice to meet you Desmond." Rebecca smiled at him and waved.
"Desmond Miles. Why is that name familiar?" I rubbed my chin.
"Altair. The bartender. William's son." Lucy told me.
"My lord, it's you!" I shouted as I hugged him.
"Um?" Desmond looked to Rebecca.
"He likes hugs."
"Especially from Rebecca." Shaun chuckled. I threw a knife at Shaun, barely missing his head.
"I am the field agent of our group." I informed him. "I used to visit the bar with my mates."
"Hunter. Mountain Dew, usually?" He asked.
"He still remembers! I was always the designated driver."
"How have you been?" He asked.
"Well, I learned that my favorite bartender was kidnapped by my...our enemies. Since then, and even before then, I've been working with the assassins." I replied, as I placed on my mask. It's design was a red and white Harlequin.
"That's...good?" Confused at the thing on my face.
"Yep." I smiled. "I'm going to have a run for a bit. Later Desmond." I waved to them as I ran out of the warehouse.
(Rooftops, Rome)
I ran along the rooftops of the city, thinking. That's what I usually did on my runs, think.
"Things are changing." I thought to myself. "Desmond is back, something big approaches."
"Maybe it will be for the better? Hopefully. But in this world, nothing ever goes our way. Lucy did escape with Desmond. Thats a good thing." I jumped over the ledge of the roof and landed on the ground.
"Wonder what's happening?" I spoke aloud, as I saw several police officers harassing a man, maybe in his fifties or so. I donned my hood and approached the men. "Excuse me officers. Is there something wrong?" My voice came out slightly muffled.
"They accuse me of being an assassin!" The old man cried.
"Shut up!" One officer ordered. He hit the old man's face with a baton.
"Sir! That's an assassin as well!" One of the other officers pointed at me. I suddenly recognized the abstergo badges on their chests.
"I'm flattered that you would recognize me." I took a deep bow. I extended both my hidden blade and jumped for the first officer. As my blade plunged into his throat, the old man stood and removed a knife from his trench coat.
"Die Templars!" He shouted as he stabbed another officer in the abdomen. The three officers that were still alive, began to run, but I drew three knives from my jacket, and threw each at a separate officer. As each man fell, I looked to the elder assassin.
"Goodbye friend." I spoke to the elder. My voice adopted a high and energetic tone. I took another bow, then I ran up to a rooftop. As I continued my run, I began to think again. This continued for several more minutes, until I arrived at the hideout.
After I made sure that I was not followed, I entered the building and removed my mask.
"Hey guys!" I waved to the group. Desmond was sat at the animus, Rebecca was at his side, Shaun was at his computer, and Lucy was sleeping on the bed.
"How's Desmond?" I stood next to the Animus.
"He is okay. His vitals are stable." Becca informed me.
"What about inside?"
"Ezio just had a little 'visit' with Christina. He is still early on."
"Ezio is?"
"Desmond's ancestor." Rebecca told me.
"And Christina is his girlfriend?"
"Of sorts."
"You should be more careful." Shaun spoke up from his computer.
"How so, good pal?" I walked over to him.
"Bloodstains found on Geraldson St. Several police officers missing from patrol." He read the news article.
"You don't have proof that it was me." I folded my arms.
"You are just lucky that the other assassin was there to clean up."
"How do you know about him?"
"I coordinate the teams. Remember? I got a report from one of our guys. 'Masked kid helped me out. He had a hidden blade'." Shaun repeated the report. "And you have a bloodstain on your jacket."
Hello everybody. This is my very own Assassin's Creed story. It will, hopefully, last long enough to be over all of the games. You already have a slight idea of what the main character is like, and you will learn more as time progresses. Arrivederci!