AN/ I don't know where this came from. All I know is the urge to do with Assassin's Creed and the dark.
Only meant to be a 100 word drabble... that worked well. It's 191 words according to OpenOffice.
Irrational
Everyone, past and present, has an irrational fear of the dark. But it's not.
The dark shelters many vile things from the eyes of the unsuspecting. When a trickle of fear takes hold, the shadows seem to move and shift, commanding your attention – but when you look, there's nothing there.
But there was.
You felt it. You knew. Knew in the pit of your gut, that you were being watched – that a pair of eyes watched your every move, waiting for the right moment to surprise you. Your heart races and you start to sweat as the feeling intensifies. Your pace quickens, eager to reach a safe haven – someplace filled with light and warmth, an escape from the dark. Your breath comes quick and loud as you try to discreetly run to safety, and once you reach it you close the door behind you – and breath. Relief floods your very being, and you turn to face the room you know is empty.
A flash of white and red, and the last thing you see is the ground coming up to meet you before the world goes black.
AN/
HELP WANTED: I'm wanting to write a full-length Assassin's Creed fanfic, but I have one problem. I can figure out the setting/time frame. I want to jump off the bandwagon, as it were, and stray away from anything Altair or Ezio or Desmond centered, while not forgetting the completely. I was thinking either post Civil War, sometime after Lincoln's death (and driven by that one event; between 1867-1888) or sometime during either the Civil or Revolutionary wars.
Which would you like to see?
