Hello people of Fanfiction!

I've never wrote a fanfiction before so…. Here goes nothing: P I'm sorry if I fail miserably at this story. I'm not the best at grammar and story writing lolz. Please no mean reviews, they hurt my feelings :'(

I don't own Assassin's Creed or anything related to it. But Anna is mine. :)

I'll try to get a new chapter everyday or every other day.

-Shadow Wild

Summary: Her parent's were slaughtered in a Templar attack. His mother was burned alive in a fire. What happens when these two Assassins meet? Will the world be able to handle these two?

Chapter One

In which there is hatred, golden orbs, and time travel

Pain. Hatred. Contempt. Revenge. These feelings swam in my mind like a maelstrom. I held my father's dying body, listening as he spoke of how proud he was. Of his love for my mother and I. Of how he wished things could have been different. I know what he spoke of.

His regrets.

" I should have gotten rid of it." He repeated. " I could have stopped all of this. Your mother would be alive. My daughter, please, forgive me." The memory of my mother being murdered still lay fresh in my mind. The Templars hunted us. Found us. Killed us. My family and I had been hidden away in an underground bunker for three years. Before that, in an old abandoned warehouse. One day an explosion blew the door from its hinges. Dozens, hell, hundreds of Templars flooded into the bunker. They sought the take the Apple of Eden from us, an ancient artifact my father was entrusted to protect. My father and I fought them as best as we could. Hacking and slashing, the Templar numbers slowly thinned. I remember smiling, thinking we could win. That we could survive.

Oh how gravely wrong was I.

I heard a shot being fired and a feminine cry of pain. I turned around to see my mother lying on the ground drowning in her blood with a hole in her forehead. And I was only 12 when she died. And now, 7 years later my father's life was depleting, all because of he same Templars who attacked us yet again.

A loud hacking cough snapped me back to reality.

" Anna, I love you. So much.", He croaked. " Please be safe." He looked into my eyes.

"I'm so proud of you." Then he died. Gone. The only family I had left. I slowly stood up, shaking with sorrow and anger.

'Be strong Anna, Dad wouldn't want you being a wimp would he?' I thought.

'Oh who am I kidding!' I broke down. My knees buckled and I tumbled to the floor, lying in a fetal position. Oh Lord, why?! Why couldn't the Templars just mind their own fucking business? Distress flooded my mind while anger and rage boiled in my blood. My life, was now torn apart, because of them. Sobs wracked my body. I lied there for was seemed like hours listening to my pitiful moans and whimpers of sorrow. Suddenly, pain flared in my abdomen and thigh. A deep cut marred my upper thigh and a deeper cut sliced across my chest. Several other bloody cuts and bruises were scattered across my flesh.

' Fuck…' I glanced at the bodies of dead Templars.

' Well they have to have some bandages' I looted a few bodies, finding bandages and medicine. After patching myself up I continued my way to a pile of crates. I pushed the crates and corpses aside and opened a hatch in the ground. Following a small flight of dimly light stairs I came upon a brown chest. I unlocked it, pulling out a shimmering golden orb, with intricate designs carved on it. The Apple felt light, yet the material was strong. A soft, glimmering glow seemed to emphasize the fact that this object was not of our world. Upon my touch the small room was engulfed in a strange golden light while symbols and pictographs floated in the air. Suddenly I felt a great pain in my head, like someone was hammering it from the inside.

'Go…find your path…' A woman's voice echoed through my mind. I thought I heard someone screaming. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor, still clutching the Apple.

' You have 30 days before you must make a choice. Now… GO!'

I had the sudden sensation of falling and being squeezed through a tube. A variation of lights and voices whistled past my ear. Suddenly, I landed face flat in what seemed to be a cornfield.

'Ugh… my head.' I felt like my head was an ocean and my brain was a jellyfish. I think I'm about to throw up. Shakily, I stood up and examined my self. All weapons intact? Check. No blood? Check. So far, so good. I placed the Apple of Eden in a small bag I had and stood up.

Stumbling and limping, I walked to the end of the field to a sight that was pretty screwed up. Men and women dressed like they were in a Revolutionary War reenactment. Soldiers clad in red coats marched like toys. Buildings seemed old fashioned. Animals ran around everywhere. And to top it off, the place smelled like no one has showered in the past 5 years.

" Where the fuck am I?" I grumbled. I walked around a little. People stared at me as if I was naked. Oh wait, I'm covered in blood. Oops. My poor blue hoodie was filled with holes and slashes. The grey tank top and jeans were soaked in blood and was torn. My black combat boots on the other hand were in better condition. I walked around some more and decided to find out where I was. I approached an old African-American man.

"Um… could you tell me where I am…and what year is it?" I asked

"It's 1776 and you're in Boston! How could you not know?"

Well…shit.

Well, there you have it! The first chapter of Hurt and Heal! :D

I hope you guys liked it! Please review! :D

Shadow wild :*