I just couldn't resist myself, alright? I just had to make an Assassins Creed fanfic after reading so many!

So, disclaimer. Assassins Creed and everything with it belongs to Ubisoft, the people who made and designed the characters, etc...and my OC's belong to me.

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Rubbing a hand over her face, Dakota smashed her face into the pillow with a heavy sigh. Another broken alarm clock. Growling, she rolled out of the warm, comfy bed, and onto the rather hard, cold, and dusty floor. Only giving a muffled moan through her thick blankets, she gave the half smashed thing another good whack with her fist to silence it. Grabbing the bed for support, Dakota stood up and scowled at the electronic device. A few wires stuck out from the shiny green casing, though there were sparks this time. Thank goodness, as she did not feel like replacing another pair of curtains just yet. The screen displayed some jumbled, red, flickering numbers -at least that's what they were supposed to be. Dakota did not care, nor did she even look at those number-like-letters as she picked up the device, wary of the pointy edges on it.

The young woman walked out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and into the kitchen with only a pair of black, fuzzy slippers, some baggy plaid blue pants, and a white tank-top. Throwing the used-to-be alarm clock away, Dakota plopped herself down onto the floor without a single sound. Pressing her head against the cabinet, she gave a long groan. "The sixth one this week...the sixth!" Alarm clocks really weren't a thing she particularly enjoyed, but she could never wake up in the morning even if she tried. Unless the house was on fire or a bomb dropped down next to her, there was no way of waking her up.

Deciding not to dwell on it and ruin her Sunday morning, Dakota stood up and slowly walked towards the fridge. She didn't know what time it was, and didn't feel like looking up at the clock at the moment. Instead, she flung the fridge door open, and rummaged through the contents. There wasn't much; a block of cheese, a half-carton of milk, some chicken, salami, eggs, a quarter of a stick of butter, and an orange or two. The only thing plentiful in the fridge was the apple juice. Two full cartons, a pack of juice boxes at the back of the fridge, and a large jar of apple sauce. Though alarm clocks weren't her thing, apples apparently were. Grabbing two juice boxes and the milk, she lazily walked back to the small wooden table in the kitchen. Putting the contents down, Dakota went to the drawers and pulled out a spoon and a bowl, before making her last trip to the pantry and grumbling as she grabbed the cereal. 'Apple-Jacks'. Not very surprising. Messily pouring in the milk, a few sugary circles fell to the floor or around her bowl as she put in the cereal. Spooning the food into her mouth, she was half-tempted to fall asleep at the table right there. Fortunately, there was something to keep her entertained. Her gray pitbull terrier soon came into the room at the smell of some sort of food, and quickly began to eat the cereal off of the floor. He was fairly large, a little over the average height for a pitbull, with a white chest and chin, and a dark shade of gray on the tip of his tail. Smiling to herself, Dakota gave his head a good pat. "Hey Alfie." His full name was Alfie-Bumble, but as that was a mouthful, Dakota simply called him Alfie.

The dog looked up at the sound of his name, wagging his tail slowly in response. Taking her attention away from the cereal, Dakota cupped the dogs face in her face and stroked his neck. "Who's such a good boy? You are! Yes you are! Being mommy's little vacuum!" The rest was followed by some baby-talk gibberish, to which Alfie panted and wagged happily to. After a good scratching behind the ears and between his shoulder blades, the pitbull gave his owners hand a large, slobbery lick before going back to the floor for food. Dakota went back to her -now soggy- cereal, putting the bowl into the sink once she was done and quickly gulping down both of her juice boxes. Sighing contently, Dakota went over to the couch and sat down, enjoying how she sank into the comfy cushions. Grabbing the remote, the young woman sat crossed legged as the tv came to life. Not taking interest in the show that was currently on, she went to her recordings instead. Though after several minutes of searching for things she hadn't already watched, Dakota growled silently to herself before searching through the channels instead. "No. No. Ew. No. Nah. Nope. Maybe later. No. Ugh, There's noth-" She stopped herself as she saw the movie title on the screen. The Iron Giant. Dakota, in her excitement, let the remote slip out of her hands and onto the floor as she restrained herself from jumping for joy. It was her all time favorite movie, and always was able to make her cry. Snatching back up the remote, she pressed on the channel quickly. Sighing in relief, Dakota sank down a bit deeper as she saw the movie was only at the beginning. It was the scene where Hogarth first saw the Giant.

She had only gotten about five minutes in when a short bark resounded from the kitchen. At first Dakota simply ignored it and kept watching the screen intently. Then came another bark. And another. And another. And another. After about the tenth bark Dakota couldn't take much more, and turned her head sharply towards the kitchen to glare fiercely at Alfie. Pressing her finger to her lips, she immediately put her attention back onto the screen. It hadn't even been ten seconds before the gray pitbull was right in front of her, paws pressing down into her shins and a large pink tongue covering her face in a thick layer of saliva. Pushing the dog off, Dakota's face contorted with disgust as she put a hand to her cheek. "Oh, yuck! Alfie, what the heck!?" She snapped as she wiped off her face with a pillow. The dog simply whimpered, ears flattened and brown eyes large and pleading. Taking a moment, the young woman finally understood what her dog wanted. Getting up, Alfie wagged his tail vigorously, letting it thump against the walls and the couch. Pressing the record button on the remote, Dakota tossed it over onto the couch before going over to the pantry. Alfie paced around at her feet, whining and giving short yips up to her. Looking down at the dog with annoyance, she rolled her eyes. "Alright, I get it. You're hungry! You're starving to death down there!" She went back to rummaging, pushing cans and boxes to the side in the search of the dog food. "You should watch those animal abuse commercials sometime buddy. Then you'll know what starving really is." Dakota muttered to herself.

But, as she searched, she couldn't find a trace of the dog food. Taking two more minutes to search, Dakota groaned for the millionth time this morning before slumping over. Of course I'm out of dog food...She thought bitterly. Going up the stairs, thinking very sour thoughts, Dakota quickly went into her room, picked out a random shirt from her closet and put it on over her tank-top. It was her Eagles jersey, but the disgruntled girl didn't notice that as she went back down the stairs, back through the kitchen, and into the laundry room. Grabbing her chocolate, furry Uggs off of the floor, she quickly took off her black slippers and stuffed her feet into the shoes. Putting on a gray jacket and snatching her car keys off of the kitchen counter, Dakota gave Alfie a stern stare. "You're causing me a lot of trouble this morning buddy. I hope you know what I do for you." The dog simply perked his ears and let his long pink tongue fall out of his mouth. Dakota smiled, chuckling softly as she turned and shut the door as she entered the garage. It was a small garage, but her house was quite small as well. Her kitchen connected with the living room, something she was oddly happy about. Her dining room was near the front entrance, which connected directly to the hallway which led into the space between the kitchen and the living room. The stairs were also cramped into the small front space as well, the upstairs only having her room, a guest bedroom, a bathroom, and a small office with a desk, a cabinet, and her laptop. So it was strange that she had a big, navy car parked in the small garage.

Playing with her keys, Dakota hopped into the car and put the keys in with one swift movement of her hand. The car rumbled to life, and Dakota immediately cranked up the heat. The Fall was always so cold in Pennsylvania. Suddenly, she checked the time on the little digital clock next to the radio. 9:36. Yes! The grocery store was open! Grabbing a small remote-like-device out of her pocket, she clicked the middle button and the garage door opened automatically. Oh, how she loved her little clicker. Smiling happily to herself, Dakota backed out into her driveway, and onto the street. The young woman practically lived in the middle of no where, only a few houses scattered here and there. There was a small wooden area behind her house, from where the raccoon's came out of and ate all her trash. The terrible little buggers. There were deer from time to time, a couple of foxes, and once a stray coyote. But, fortunately, her house was not too far from the grocery store. Dakota lived in a small town -if it could even be called that- with the local grocery store, a Target, a small mall outlet, a Walmart, Starbucks, a few restaurants littered about, and a movie theater. There wasn't much, but the people were very nice. They were awfully sweet, and everybody knew everybody here. No secrets, no nothing. The whole town was like one big family. A family that Dakota was quite happy to be a part of.

It took around fifteen minutes until she arrived at the grocery store. It was wide and flat, the red letters on the front presenting the word 'GROCERY STORE' making Dakota think about her alarm clock. No, she wouldn't get a new one this time. She'd just have to figure out another way to wake up. Parking in an empty slot, she jumped out of the car and walked inside. It was good to get out of the cold, and it was so warm inside, but not so warm that she needed to take off her jacket. Grabbing a little shopping basket, Dakota set on her way. Though at the beginning of her shop her mind was set completely on finding the dog food, she got a bit distracted. Well, totally distracted. First she decided that she needed some more apple sauce, and then she needed more milk, and possibly some lemons, and some bananas, maybe some pound cake as well, and the list just went on from there. She was currently looking over a selection of soups, deciding whether she would go for chicken noodle or tomato soup. Of course during this intense contemplation, one would get startled if surprised. So, when a hand touched her shoulder, the poor girl shot up like a firework and let out a squeak. Turning around sharply, Dakota's surprise turned to relief, then suddenly annoyance. A boy, somewhere in his twenties, stood before her, a smug grin plastered on his rather pale face. His blue eyes shone with amusement, his wild blonde hair suggesting he either really liked Edward Cullen's hairstyle, or he had just gotten out of bed. He wore a simple pair of old jeans and a dirtied gray shirt. Dakota growled at the boy, punching his arm softly. "Don't scare me like that Nick. You're gonna give me a heart attack."

Nick simply chuckled, smiling broadly. "Ah come on D. I was only having some fun." The blonde haired boy said, rolling his eyes at the girl.

"Okay, yeah, well I'm having seizures or whatever on the floor, I'll have you to thank." Dakota snorted, picking out the tomato soup and placing it in her cart. Of course she had to exchange her basket for a cart. The little thing couldn't hold everything! Moving along through the aisle, Nick followed behind her at an easy pace. Dakota halted in the frozen section, looking through the items. "So, why are you here this early? I mean, I shouldn't even be here, but Alfie was hungry and we were out of dog food." Nick gestured to the basket with a questioning look. "Okay, we were out of a lot of things." With another short laugh from the young man, she picked out some fish sticks. "But whatever. Back on track. Why're you here so early Nick?" Dakota gave him a glance as she plucked a large slab of meat off of the shelf and into her cart. Taking a look at her fish sticks, Dakota narrowed her eyes at the box. Custard...I need some custard...

Nick sighed, rubbing his temple slightly. "I had to get away from my grandma. She's been ruining my house D. Just last night she broke my lamp, the radio, and the toaster! The old bag thought it was some kind of demon or something." He leaned into the shelf beside him. "Curse her religiousness...I mean, she's okay most of the time, when she's not acting totally insane." Dakota raised a brow. She had heard much about his crazy grandmother, and how she thought every single electronic device was some sort of demon. The police didn't even bother to help her, or even calm her down when she called now. "She got kicked out of a senior citizens home D. A senior citizens home!" The frustrated Nick slammed his head softly into the shelf, causing some of the items to shake and quiver on impact. "I don't know what I'm going to do with her. I'm afraid she'll burn my house down at any moment, but I can't just abandon her." He snarled at the wall, following Dakota as she moved along into the next aisle. He crossed his arms over his chest. "And she isn't going to die anytime soon..."

The girl turned around, brows furrowed angrily at her friend. "Nick!"

He simply shrugged. "What? It's true."

Dakota rolled her eyes, smiling to herself as she shook her head. Nick had been her friend for who-knows-how-long, keeping her company through the good and the bad. Dakota did have other friends, like Maddie, Kyle, Jacob, and Cathy. But Nick was her best friend, the person she spent much of her time with. Many thought they would make an excellent couple, being so close and all. But Dakota wasn't exactly one to call herself beautiful, with her large charcoal eyes, freckled face, short stature, and tangled, long black hair. Nick was just a friend, and that was all that he could ever be to her. After all of their 'adventures', it was hard to think of the silly blonde in an air of romance. Whether it be trying to having a picnic in the middle of the rain or trying to swim through his frozen pool, most of the things they did wasted time and seemed idiotic, and rather insane. But, it gave them much to reminisce about during their free time. Currently, they were actually conversing about the time they had dressed up as Slenderman on Halloween and stalked children, leaving notes and the like about, when a loud crash was heard. Dakota did not take any mind of it at first, as she thought it was just another little kid who was running around the store and bumped into something. Usually that was the case, and she waited to hear the scolding of the mother. But it never came. Instead, the stern scolding she had expected was replaced by a shrill scream and a loud bang, clatter, and screams once more. Turning her head towards the source of the noise, Dakota raised a brow. Her stomach became knotted, and something told her to run. Run, run, run, run.

But of course, Human curiosity got the better of natural instincts.

The loud speaker was getting drowned out by the screams and shouts, but it could still be heard vaguely.

"AISLE 16! Costumers in Aisle 16, please do not panic! We've called the police! Stay away from Aisle 16!"

Again, Dakota did not listen. Nick pulled at her arm, trying desperately to stop her. But something was attracting her to the seemingly dangerous aisle. Dakota couldn't exactly explain it, but she didn't have time to think about that as she cautiously came up to the number 16. Peeking around the corner, the dark haired girl instantly ducked as a can came flying her way. Much more cautious this time, Dakota lowered her head and looked with wide eyes at the sight before her. A man knocked about through the aisle, his own eyes wide, abnormally dilated, and a strange language coming off of his tongue. But he wasn't just a simple man. No, he was tall, burly, and huge compared to the red vested employee who fended him off with a mop. The psychotic stranger wore a white coat, dirtied and slightly brown, with blue trimming, and shiny buttons. An armband or two decorated those large tree trunks called arms of his, feathers tied into them. A bracer of sorts covered his left upper arm, the hand connected to it twitching at every movement from the employee. Torn leather boots that came up to his thigh on his feet, some sort of denim beneath them. A white button-up shirt covering his wide chest, and a what looked like an animal-tooth necklace around his thick neck. A band of red fabric went around his middle, held together by a piece of metal. A stylized a perhaps? His skin was dark, she could see that from the flesh revealed from his leather, fingerless gloves and neck. A hood covered his face, the shadow covering his eyes only leaving the tip of his large nose and strong jaw revealed. Dakota only got a glimpse of those wide, dark, dilated eyes before he had quickly lifted his hood over his face. She had not seen much of his face besides that. The rather frightened girl didn't know if Nick was still behind her or not, but honestly could care less right about now.

The employee, only looking fifteen or sixteen, gulped. "S-Sir I'll h-have to-to ask y-you to c-calm d-down." He stuttered, voice cracking. People watched from behind the odd man, whispering and gasping, screaming and panicking. He didn't seem to notice, either that or he simply did not care. He had stopped his sudden flailing, standing tall, and holding himself in an intimidating manner over the terrified boy. Hidden eyes seemed to flash underneath the shadow, and the mans body remained tense, though he seemed completely calm. The teenage boy kept up with the staring contest before breaking after ten seconds, dropping the mop and running past Dakota. The strangers eyes followed him, and he let out a snort through his nose. The hidden Dakota watched him leave as well, and looked at the man once more. He didn't look back. His focus was now on the staring people. The pulling feeling gone and the voice of instincts screaming in her head, Dakota decided it was time to leave. Taking a step back, she let out a surprised shriek as she toppled over. The can that had been thrown earlier had slid under her foot, leaving the poor girl on the floor. She struggled to get her head off the floor, and mentally groaned at the thought of a bruise on her forehead. Today was definitely not her day. But her blood ran cold as she looked up, and saw the man looming over her. His form nearly blocked out all the light from her vision, but she could see clearly the way he suddenly relaxed as he looked down at her, that same fast flash sweeping onto the shadow of his face. Pushing back some hair from her face, the dark-haired girl watched with extreme curiosity as he bent down, reaching out his hand to her. His face remained neutral, not showing a bit of worry or concern. But Dakota dismissed that, and took his hand. It was very large compared to her own, but the grip was gentle as he pulled her up off of the cold floor.

Dakota stood in front of him for a moment, looking up at his hidden face. It was only soft, his jaw no longer clenched, nostrils no longer flared. And then she realized...that he was scared. He didn't know what was going on, possibly didn't even know where he was. Maybe he had some kind of medical condition where he forgot where he was and how he had gotten there in the first place, and had spasms. A mental issue would certainly explain the whole clothing thing. But looking over his shoulder at the staring people, her heart softened for the poor guy. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she turned to the people with a sheepish people. "I'm so sorry. My...uh, cousin. He has some...medical problems." A few of them looked to each other quizzically, raising their brows. Others seemed to take that as a sufficient answer and gave a few nods before going on with their shopping. Looking at the man, his jaw tightened again. She began to lead him away, glancing up at him as she went to the check-out counter. "I'm helping you." She hissed through her teeth before giving the check-out lady a pleasant greeting and laying her things out. She paid quickly, and didn't bother to look around to find Nick. She would call him later. Dakota pulled the tall man along, not caring who stared at her as she went. They were almost to the car when he finally spoke.

"Why are you helping me?"

His tone was calm, though the girl could hear the suspiciousness laced in it. His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, but she ignored the feeling and looked back at him. "I don't know." It was true. Dakota didn't exactly know why she was even helping the man, and didn't bother to question herself on it either. When someone like Dakota woke up at nine-something-in-the-morning, didn't brush their teeth or hair, had to miss their favorite movie, fell onto the floor two times in almost the same hour, and broke their sixth alarm clock in the week, they weren't to be trifled with. So he stayed quiet as she pulled open the car doors -he wouldn't even touch the handle- strapped herself and the man in, and started the car. He suddenly jumped as it rumbled beneath him, looking around warily. His hand twitched again. Dakota sighed, cleared her throat to grab his attention. "Calm down. It's just the car." He gave her a bizarre look, but kept his silence as it moved. The dark haired girl looked over at the strange man once in a while, more worried than concerned at the moment. Where had he come from? Why was he dressed like that? Even if he had some mental disorder, it didn't seem too bad as to where he would go around knocking about in some silly costume. And besides, she'd gotten a somewhat-good look at his face, and he didn't look like what a regular loony would. It was easy to tell who didn't have all the lights on, as they usually had matted hair, crazy eyes, and some weird face twitch or something. She'd seen his eyes, and he didn't have any sort of face twitch. Though she didn't know about his hair. But, Dakota could just be stereotypical about crazy people.

Breaking away from her thoughts, she was started at how he looked at the moment. He looked a bit green, his face -well, jaw- a little pale, and hands a bit clammy. Driving a bit faster, she tried to hurry back to the house. It was useless of course, as it just made him look worse. His body convulsed, and she had to look away as the clumpy, brown-green slime came up from his throat, out of his mouth, and onto the car floor. Gulping back some bile herself, she dared not look down, or even take a whiff of air. And I just got it cleaned! Dakota thought bitterly to herself. The man breathed heavily for a moment, his stomach letting out an unsettling noise. He was able to keep the rest of his food down as Dakota came into the driveway. Immediately, he jumped out of the car window -she had opened it for him for some fresh air- and put his hands on his knees as more of the disgustingly thick substance came out. Dakota remained in the car, twitching at the sound of his barfing, and utterly dumbfounded as how he had managed to fit all of his bulk through the small-ish window.

She ran a hand through her hair. "Great. Bring a psychotic, motion-sickness loony to your house...that's the smartest thing to do." The man plopped down on the ground beside the messy pile, regaining himself as his stomach settled. Dakota put her head on the steering wheel. What had happened to the stranger danger rule? You learned that in kindergarten dude! You should remember it now, of all times! This guy could be some axe-murderer, or criminal, or-! The girl growled at the nagging voice in her head, making it silence immediately. Though the awful voice was right. She didn't know anything about this guy! Banging her head against the wheel again, Dakota didn't even flinch as the horn beeped. It was only for a split second, but the man on the ground had sprung up from his sitting position. Dakota watched with horror as he pulled out a tomahawk from his belt, standing firm on the ground, weapon raised as he waited for some kind of attack. That thing was definitely not plastic. The way it gleamed in the sun, throwing beams over her eyes and momentarily blinding her. And suddenly, the theories of him being an axe-murderer were soon becoming clearer as she saw all the weapons strapped onto him. A bow-and-arrow hung over his shoulder, quiver and all, a long, sharp sword at his side, and an old looking gun-of-sorts strapped against his hip. Now that she was thoroughly looking him over, Dakota realized how many weapons he carried. She was sure they weren't fake, and the girl froze up as his hidden eyes met hers. She should have drove out of there the second he looked over, the second his grip on that tomahawk tightened.

But, she didn't move from her spot, and her hands suddenly fell off of the wheel. No, he wasn't going to hurt her. Dakota had established that earlier, but she was certain this time. And now he knew from the way she stared back at him, that she had no intentions of harming him either. Lowering his weapon, he sheathed the tomahawk, and took a moment longer to stare at her. Only for a moment though, before he quickly jumped over her fence and sprinted into her backyard. Dakota let out a sigh of relief -though she knew for sure that it was short lived- and slouched in her seat. It reclined with her, and the girl watched her garage door blankly before groaning and putting her head in her hands. What had she gotten herself into? Why had she been so stupid? But most of all-

Why did she have to be such a big softie...?

This whole concept has been done way too many times before. But really, I don't think there's enough of an assassin coming to the present time, instead of some random girl/whatever being sucked into the past. So, here you go. Tell me what you think. Good, Bad, Horrible, Neutral, Fantastico? Creative criticism is welcomed always. Flamers, of course, will be put in a pit with no light and forced to read the Twilight saga.

Good day.