Its easy really. Of all the people in this godforsaken city not one of them ever looks up. They haven't since I was born here in Upper Canada eighteen years ago. Not even the Templars think to look up. they just move along with the rest of the people in the city's and towns as if they couldn't be killed. Perhaps they feel no one would attack them, being the self righteous group they are. Or maybe they feel they can defend themselves to one of us. They always have been full of themselves.

Assassins take out more of they're ranks everyday and they barely realize it. Maybe its because they feel powerful, due to the amount assassins they manage to catch or kill. Although the number is almost twice as small as the amount of Templars we kill. They highly underestimate the number of assassins in Upper Canada at the moment which is confusing. They have more and more to fear everyday because of Assassins like me that have been spreading throughout Upper Canada.

If not for the fact that almost every assassin has expert camouflage skills I'm sure our true numbers would be revealed. Yet they remain oblivious to the lurking threat, even if they know we may be there. I cant help but hope the Templar I am hunting today is the exact same. I have been waiting for close to an hour, judging by how far the sun has moved, for someone to walk in to the inn fifty metres away. I received word that a local Templar outcrop has been recruiting and holding meetups at it for the past week and a half.

Due to this, no one but the Templars, and some unlucky people, have been going in and out of that inn and only one or two at a time. I'm here to thin out they're ranks any way I can. If that means by killing a lowly recruit, or by getting lucky and taking out the local leader it makes no difference really. Most of them take this world for granted. It is better off without those kind of people anyway, but some are good people they've just ended up in the wrong organization.

Some have even turned over after witnessing the horrors one side can do. That goes for both sides, either way. Now here I am, waiting, scanning the streets for anyone out of the ordinary. I have seen no one close to resembling a Templar in the hour I have been out here. whether its in the way they carry themselves with a blind confidence.

Or the way they dress in the uncommon black or dark brown colour and a small cross usually somewhere on they're person. No one has stood out significantly enough for me to take action.

Just as I gaze over the crowded street in front of me I see someone. Her clothes are no different from anyone else on the street and she walks the same but even from the distance I'm at, my perfect eyesight can make out all of her facial features.

She's gorgeous is the first thing I think when I see her. I stare at her as she walks, taking in her facial features. Icy blue eyes, shoulder length bronze hair, zero blemishes or marks on her face. I cant recall seeing anyone as pretty as her ever in my life. I really am shocked that a random girl could have me this distracted, for all I know thirty Templars could have entered the inn in the time I was staring at her.

Yet I cant manage to take my eyes away from her. As she reaches the end of the street she takes a left in the direction of the inn and my heart starts beating faster. She is wearing a regulars clothes, maybe she is new around here and does know about the Templars. I cant help but hope she walks past it but she keeps going until she is at the door. she scans the people around to see if anyone is taking notice of what she is doing, and my heart drops.

My shock from seeing her, turned into annoyance at being distracted by her, to a blank determination at what this means. With her actions thus far she must be a new recruit. She enters the inn and my resolve hardens all that's left is some more waiting. This attack cant help but feel harder then all the ones I have done prior.I don't want to think its because of how perfect she looks but I know it is.

I hate the fact that I don't want to hurt her now just from looking at her. This will be the thirty eighth assassination done by eighteen year old Marshall Doss. The thirty eighth assassination by me. One minuet turns into ten and right as I think she may be staying overnight she walks out. Only this time she is wearing a dark brown long coat, and strutting with confidence . My red and white over coat plus hood blending into the snowy background of the sky, are unwrinkled as I stand up ready to move and follow her but something unexpected happens.

The door closes behind her and she is about to walk away when she stops. She seems confused for a second then she looks around. Ill never know if it was luck or not that led her line of sight to the tree I was standing in or if it was some kind of sixth sense. It doesn't matter now. Her eyes lock with mine over fifty metres away.

My face is guarded by my hood from my over coat but our eyes locked. Her icy blues staring directly into my steel greyish blue ones. She must not be very experienced because as soon as our eyes lock I could see one very prominent emotion written on her face. fear. With that she turns and sprints in the opposite direction of me. I sigh, my plans just got twice as hard. Not only is it a chase now but I really don't want to hurt her. I shake my head in annoyance at that, this is my task and now I have to kill her. I look down towards the conveniently place cart of hay and dive off the branch, ready for some real action.

This is my first fanfic. So feedback would be good.