Kiss from a Rose
Chapter 1: Nothing is True...
New York City. The city that never sleeps. Funny, that after two long years of searching I'd finally find him here, in my hometown. Where I'd been born, recruited, and trained by the Brotherhood. As I kneeled down on the gargoyle atop this incredibly high church bell tower, I felt a great sense of irony; That the beginning of the end of this long, difficult search would be here, at a house of worship.
Faith. How I wish faith was a luxury I could afford. For in this mad and gloomy world of Assassins and Templars, something to look to for comfort such as a belief in God would've been a nice change of pace. But alas, how could I, or any Assassin, have faith in such things? How could we after what we've seen? After what we know? The Pieces of Eden, Those Who Came Before, the Templars being in control even after over 800 years of underground war.
No, the only thing I could believe in was the Creed, that nothing is true, and everything is permitted. Ever since that fateful night, the Creed is all I have left. Once, what seemed like a lifetime ago, I had someone I could believe in. Someone who would remind me of the good and love that this world still had and that it was worth fighting for. It was then I pulled out the picture I kept close to my heart in my coat pocket and looked at it, reminiscing the time we spent together.
The couple in the picture was dressed in ski clothes, standing side by side, smiling and holding each other with the love you'd only find in fairy tales. The woman's long, white hair fell from her head underneath the wool hat she was wearing. That beautiful hair as white and as soft as the snow. Her gorgeous blue eyes, as bright and as warm as the moonlight. Rose...
Then I'd remember what happened later that night, and I'd start to cry a little.
In the years since she'd been gone, my views of the world had changed dramatically. My thoughts were no longer of the Templars, not of this war, nor of the fact that my brothers were slowly being picked off one by one all over the world. No, I thought only of him and what he did to her. What that demon, Joseph Borgia, did to my Rose, my literal reason for living, the light on the dark side of me.
I sniffed and wiped away my tears. I couldn't let these emotions get the better of me, not if justice was going to be served, and justice was going to be served. It had to be... for Rose. And it was all going to start here, with the meeting of my informant. I took one last look at my Rose in the picture and whispered to her, "Don't worry, baby. We're almost there.".
I then put the picture back in my pocket and pulled on my white, beaked hood from under my black, leather jacket. I looked down into the adjacent alleyway and say a wide open dumpster. As many times as I'd performed Leaps of Faith, it would be easy to jump off and land in it. As I'd done countless times before, I took a deep breath and leaped from the gargoyle with my arms spread out as an eagle and dived all those dozens of feet into the dumpster below.
My name is Ezekiel, like my ancestors before me I am an Assassin, and this is my story...
*A/N So what did you think? I've had this idea for a while and pretty much have the whole story mapped out in my head, but I wanna make sure people like the idea first so please R&R.
