Hey guys! I'm Tayta (though with a heap of other nicknames too), and I'm an aspiring writer who never writes anything. So to help me bolster my self-esteem, I've decided to write this fan fiction story! Hooray! *cue applause and laughter*
I like reading other people's stories, and in particular those of the "girl falls into Assassin's Creed 2" genre. To that end, I decided to try writing a story of that genre, with the caveat of making the main character a sarcastic and narcissistic teenager, and seeing what resulted from that.
With that, I hope you'll like reading my story, and when you're done, drop me a review to tell me what you thought! ^_^
Nick Strywell smirked to himself, put down his controller and eased back into the couch. "Another mission completed…" he sighed to himself with satisfaction. "Now all I need are those stupid combat achievements."
Briefly, he wondered who had come up with the great idea of an achievement for ten kills in open combat without getting hit. Anyone who could do that achievement honourably would earn his deep respect; but as for him, he just wanted the damn achievement, so cheap smoke bomb tactic for the win. All he needed was a good spot…
Before he could make sure his smoke bombs were ready and start to engage the guards, Nick's gaming mood was interrupted by the distinct sounds of somebody entering the twelfth-storey apartment, and he groaned slightly to himself as the person called out "Hey Nick, I'm home!"
His sister. "Oh hey, Chris, welcome home," Nick called back to her, though not with any real enthusiasm.
Nick's sister's tone sharpened. "For the last time Nick, it's Chrisia, okay? Not Chris. Chris is a guy's name."
"Yeah, whatever you say, Chrissy," Nick pushed her with her old and just as disliked, if not worse, nickname, suddenly feeling bold and impetuous for no real reason.
His response had the effect he desired: Chrisia appeared in the doorway and flew at him, fists bunched and immature rage on her face, yelling "You're dead you little fucking twat!" Nick barely had time to exclaim "Oh shit!" and brace himself before she tackled him, sending them rolling to the floor.
They wrestled with each other for a couple of minutes, trying to get on top and pin the other to the floor, whilst trying to reach the other's vulnerable tickle points on their sides. Both of them grew tired within a few minutes, but Nick, with a sudden burst of strength, managed to push Chrisia off of him and pin her to the floor with his body.
As they both lay panting from the effort, Nick gave his sister his signature grin. "Looks like I won again, Chrisia."
"Yeah, you did. Take your prize," Chrisia added in a husky overtone, still pinned by him.
Nick laughed as he replied "I sometimes wish you meant that, Chrisia."
She gave him a glare. "Yeah, I'm sure you do, Nick you pervert."
"You don't really feel that way."
"Try me, pervert."
"Okay, you asked for it," Nick said, and did something that Chrisia didn't expect: he released his hold on her shoulders, and reached down and groped her breasts before she could react. He quickly jumped away before she could slap him, laughing at the shock on her face.
"I'll get you one day, Nick," she growled at him.
"You're such a tease, Chrisia," Nick replied, trying to suppress his laughter. "Anyways, I'm gonna get some food now. I'm starving." Still laughing, he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Chrisia watched her brother go with a dumbfounded expression on her face. What an asshole, she thought, I'm going to get him one day. She slowly got up from the floor of the apartment, tentatively feeling her breasts for soreness. Thankfully, there wasn't any.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Nick's shout echoed in the apartment. Chrisia thought that she should see what Nick was doing, even though she was still annoyed with him.
"What's up now, Nick?" she asked as she entered the kitchen and saw him with looking very annoyed.
"We don't have any food left in the kitchen. And Mom said we should have enough stocks for the whole week! Freaking hell!" Nick stormed back and forth for a few seconds, before sighing resignedly. "I guess that means I have to go out and get us some stuff."
Chrisia shrugged. "Sure you could, Nick. It's not too late, so some stores should still be open."
"Yeah," Nick said, considering. "I can just run down the street and get some stuff from the store around the corner. Easy. Yeah, I'll do that."
"Nice to see you doing something useful for once," Chrisia remarked as he went into his room.
"Hey! I have to do work as well, you know!" Nick retorted, enduring Chrisia's snickers outside his room as he searched in his wardrobe for some clothes more suitable for going out. He found himself satisfied with his choice of a black long-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue jeans, and walked out of his room, making sure he had his wallet in a back pocket. No point embarrassing himself to both the storekeeper and his sister by leaving his wallet at home.
"Alright, I'm going now, see you in ten!" Nick called towards the living room, where his sister was now availing herself to his Xbox.
"Okay then, see you!" Chrisia called back, and Nick moved to the door of the apartment. He was about to open it and leave when Chrisia said "Hey, just one thing Nick."
Nick turned around and started to say "What?" when Chrisia put an arm around his shoulder and, to his great surprise, gave him a tender kiss on his cheek. Nick didn't know whether to play along, so he just stood and let Chrisia finish. When she parted from him, he told her "That was nice."
"Good," she said, and promptly aimed a punch at his crotch. He saw it coming, and managed to twist his hips in time – a most useful skill to have in the corridor fights at his school – saving his crotch and letting Chrisia's fist impact on his left hip.
It still hurt like hell, though, and Nick staggered backwards, clutching his hip and nearly doubling over from the pain. "Augh…you…double crossing…bitch," he muttered as he recovered from the impact.
"You're welcome," his sister replied, and went back to the living room.
"Goddamn bitch," Nick muttered to himself, and left the apartment with murderous thoughts in his head. "She's in for it when I get back." As he walked down the stairs instead of taking the lift for some exercise, Nick wondered what he could do to his sister to get back at her. "I could just not share my food with her, but she can cook, and even if she couldn't, that's why they invented fast food. Fast and shit food but whatever."
He kept thinking about it as he reached the front door of the apartment building and went through it. As he started down the staircase outside which led to the street, he suddenly thought of a great idea. "Hey, I got it –!"
Before he could elaborate on his idea, Nick's foot and knee struck a trash can that was sticking out of an alcove on the staircase. He barely knew what had happened, except that he lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs to hit the sidewalk. The sudden pain that occurred was too much for him, and he blacked out.