A/N: Reading through some of the "girl gets transported into ACIII world" fics, I decided I wanted to write my own. Of course, I wanted to make mine a bit different and...well, this was born.

Lights Are On, But...

Prologue

So...I'm inside Assassin's Creed III.

I wish I could tell you the story of how I wondered into this game, helped out with major events and prevented a few from happening, fell in love with Connor Kenway, and became an awesome assassin.

Sadly, that is not the case.

I didn't get sucked into this game like I would have expected, judging from the fanfictions.

I don't get to introduce myself as Melissa Reed, a sixteen year old Canadian girl who is just trying to get through high school and has family issues. I don't get to have my own body, and I don't get to express own personality in public. Though, my thoughts are my own. Thank whatever game spirit that allowed that to happen.

Now, there are four things that make this a pretty big problem.

The first is that I am male, which is pretty self explanatory as to why that is a problem. The second is that I am old enough to be my own father. So, there goes any chance for romance...

If there was any chance for romance to begin with.

The third, which is a bit more troublesome, is that the original owner of the body I am controlling still resides in it. I may be controlling his body and running the show, but he is calling the shots as far as I am concerned. He gets control over the dreams, at least, and I get a face-to-face interaction with him every time I fall asleep. Other than that, he remains an annoying voice in my head, telling me what to say and when to shut up. This also leads to me arguing with a voice inside my head like a mental patient.

What really makes this a problem for me is that I am not some character that can be shoved under the carpet and just observe things. No, I have a story line that needs to be followed, and tasks that need to be done. Of course, I could just walk away, say "screw it" and let an angry alter ego verbally bash me inside my mind and give me nightmares, but if I do so...well, I could screw the whole thing up and any chances of me getting out of here.

So, who am I?

I know, it sounds like a poorly thought up riddle.

Anyway.

Let me formally introduce the person I am for the duration I am stuck here.

My name is Haytham Kenway, Grand Master of the Templar order, colonies edition. Well, actually, soon-to-be Grand Master, if I don't screw that up. I would say it's a pleasure, possibly shake your hand, but this isn't very pleasant at all.

...I don't even like Haytham Kenway. I would take some random red-coat over him, seriously.

Plus side? At least I have Hidden Blades that I can play with...

Oh...

Forget that, Haytham says they aren't toys to be played with. Buzz kill.