Hello all you readers out there! Welcome to my first ever Assassins Creed 2 fan fiction, so please be gentle for I scare easily :(
You know it's funny. I've never been interested in writing an AC Fan fiction until recently. Why I have no idea. Originally I was working on a Mortal Kombat story (Go check it out if you like Mortal Kombat plz!), but when I started to play Assassins Creed I got hooked because 1) it's an awesome game hands down, and 2) both Altair and Ezio are hot. So I just couldn't wait any longer and decided, "what the heck I'll give it a shot. So here we are with chapter one (Or prologue. Whatever you wanna call it).
Anyway, back to what I was saying. When I first started writing it I was satisfied with how it was going until I got half way and I started to doubt it. I don't know. Depending on how many reviews I get, I may or may not rewrite it. But we'll see how it turns out.
Now that that's said and done, ON WITH THE STORY! Yay!
Oh wait I almost forgot!
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassins Creed. It belongs to UBISOFT.
Now on with the story…
Being sixteen years old, you think that life is difficult enough already. Dealing with school, peer pressure, stupid cliques, and bad relationships are always on the of your top worry list. And just when you think things can't get any worse, life decides to throw something at you that you'll never see coming.
My name is Raven Anderson, and I'm in one hell of a shit hole.
I guess I should start from the beginning, but where to begin? I'm not even sure when the moment my fate was sealed.
I think it was a school day, a Thursday afternoon; I was with my good friend Becky on a field trip to the Museum of History. It was like any other field trip we ever attended. While there, I made a discovery- One that would inevitably change my future forever. But at the time, I had no idea…
I hate buses.
I hated them with a passion. Why? Because they were noisy and filled with people I despised. If I had the choice, I would've driven my own car to the museum. But Miss Fat Ass Bitch Whore teacher of mine wouldn't allow it. It was either ride the bus or stay at school and write a ten-page essay about safe sex. My hands were tied; I had no choice.
"How the hell do you come up with ten written friggen pages about safe sex?" I grounded out.
"Uh, you can't," Mina answered for me.
"Well apparently Miss Fleger thinks otherwise," I retorted.
"I guess you can. But don't expect to get an A if you do."
I chuckled at that. I was happy my friend was here. Without Mina, this trip would be a total nightmare. Because I hate field trips almost as much as I hate pep rallies. And I hate pep rallies.
Mina is my best and only friend. We met in elementary after I saved her from my enemy and bully Amanda Thompson: the most popular girl in school. Amanda was the head of the cheer leading squad, star of the gymnastics squad, and the biggest whore I knew. The bleach blonde tyrant has harassed me for years and took every opportunity to make my life miserable. And that applied to every girl that went against the snobby teen. And if it were a guy, Amanda would hire some jock to bully him in exchange for…sexual favors. The idea of that whore going down for some random, sweaty jock disgusted me.
"What are you thinking?" I hear Mina ask.
Mina's voice saved me from the horrible vision. I looked at her; crystal blue eyes stared at me expectantly. I shrugged, "nothing important. I just want this day to be over with."
"Oh lighten up, Rave," Mina said optimistically, "It's just a trip to the museum. It could be worse."
"How so?" I groaned, messing with my bangs.
Mina shrugged, "we could be on our way to watch Breaking Dawn."
I thought about it, pictured it, and then shuddered. It could be worse.
"What kind of vampire sparkles in the sunlight?" I asked Mina, "Because I don't know about Bella, but if I saw a vampire sparkle, I honestly think I would laugh."
"Apparently vampires like Edward Cullen." Mina responded.
"Man, fuck Edward Cullen," I cursed, "How dare Stephanie Meyer soil the good name of vampires with that shit."
Mina rolled her eyes at my rants. I knew she loved Twilight, but I couldn't help it. I'm a diehard Anne Rice and Charlene Harris fan. I love the traditional vampire: the alluring, pornographic, I'm-gonna-rip-out-your-throat-and-fuck-your-corpse vampire. That's my definition of a vampire, a real vampire. And to me, Edward Cullen had nothing on Lestat or Eric Northman. Not in a million years.
"Okay, Raven," Mina said, suddenly aggravated. "You got your point across: Twilight sucks and you hate it. But even you gotta admit that Robert Pattinson is kinda hot."
My face scrunched. "Ew! Not even," I rejected. "If I had to agree with who's hotter it'd be Taylor whatever-his-last-name-is."
"Lautner," Mina corrected.
"Whatever! He's still no better than Robert. The only difference is Taylor's got real abs."
"Oh don't tell me you're one of those people who think Rob's got fake abs," Mina bristled.
"They are fake! Look it up online."
"They are not fake! You can't believe everything on the Internet, Rave," Mina argued back. "Besides, make up can't pull off abs."
"Actually they can," I said. "It's called liquid body paint, shading and airbrushing. This gives off the illusion that he's toned."
"Lies all lies!" Mina said outraged.
"Fine," I snapped, looking Mina in the eye. "After school we'll go the library and look it up online. Twenty bucks if I'm right."
"No way! What do I look like; a money tree?"
"You won't do it because you know I'm right," Raven stated, poking Mina on her shoulder.
"They are not fake!" Mina denied.
"They so are," I shot back, "You, my friend, are in denial."
"I am not!" Mina yelled.
"Hey shut the fuck up!" Some guy in front snapped. "Everyone knows Twilight sucks!"
"You suck!" Mina shouted back. But the boy wasn't listening anymore. I rolled my eyes at my friend.
"Nice comeback, Mina," I gibed.
"You shush, non-believer!" Mina pointed at me like I was the Anti-Christ.
"Non-Believer?" I echoed amused, "That doesn't even make any sense."
"It doesn't have to," Mina explained insanely, "It makes perfect sense to me and that's what counts!"
"Okay, crazy girl," I said condescendingly, but smiled so Mina would know I was joking. Mina knew, but stuck her tongue out at me anyway.
"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN!"
The bus became dead silent. All eyes locked on Miss Fleger: The dreaded history teacher and constant thorn at my side. The stout, pudgy woman stood in front, glaring down at the class. I glared back, the only one brave enough to do so. Everyone else felt they would turn to stone. Miss Fleger didn't scare me one bit. In fact, I love it when we butt heads. I enjoy getting right up in her face. I promise myself I'd be personally responsible for the bitch's retirement.
"Yes Miss Fleger?" I said as sweetly as possible.
"Shut up or so help me god I will throw you off this bus," Miss Fleger threatened, pointing a chubby finger at me. "I'm in no mood to put up with you today. The next time I hear you talk I will make sure you have detention for the rest of the school year. Understand?"
"Of course, Miss Fleger," I promise as sweetly and innocent as I could manage. I saw Mina face palm and shake her head.
"Please don't be the cause of turning back and having a two hour test instead," She silently begged. Even though I doubted Miss Fleger would turn back the bus, I respected my friend's request and shut my mouth. But I still held my glare at the disgruntled teacher.
"Getting back to what I wanted to say," she began, casting one final glare at me. "We'll be at the museum in five minutes. Now I'm sure I don't need to remind you all of the stupid things you shouldn't do at the museum, but since there are some idiots on this bus," and she was looking right at me. Stupid fat whore. "I'll lay down the rules anyway. Rule one: Don't. Touch. Anything," she said nice and slow so everyone could understand. "Rule number two: Stay with the group. If you need to go to the bathroom, please inform me first, have a friend escort you, and report to me when you come back. I don't wanna have to drive back because we left someone behind. Rule number three: When I say shut up, I mean shut the hell up and listen to me. And finally rule number four: don't lag behind."
I entertained myself by mimicking her as she spoke. She saw this and glared at me. I stopped and looked away, feigning innocence. Mina pinched me and whispered to me to stop. I crossed my arms huffily and obeyed.
We arrived not long after Miss Fleger finished talking. And thank god because I grew tired of hearing her talk. We exited the bus in a disorderly fashion. Mina latched to on me so we wouldn't be separated. Miss Fleger was the last one out. I'm surprised she could fit through the narrow doors. I think I speak for everyone when I say we were more than eager to go inside and escape the hot sun. But of course, Miss Fleger forbade us to enter until all the buses arrived.
It was the longest ten minutes of my life. It must have been at least a hundred degrees outside. Mina huddled behind me to shield herself from the UV rays. It was worse on me since I was wearing mostly black. I felt like panting like a dog, I'm sure everyone else felt like that too. Miss Fleger had an umbrella, so it seemed she didn't mind the heat. Oh, how I hated her at the moment. Oh wait, scratch that. I hate her all the time.
The other buses finally arrived, much to the relief of everyone. There were just two buses. In total, counting Mina and myself, there was about fifty of us. And there was only one of Miss Fleger. I see possibilities…
But I couldn't go into details because Amanda Thompson was coming my way. Her face, as usual, was covered with layers of makeup and smiled maliciously at me. Her tacky stilettos' clicked constantly against the ground. To me, it was a ticking countdown to mayhem and destruction, her destruction. And I wont hesitate to put the smack down on her ass. All she needed to do was push the right buttons.
Why do I hate Amanda so much? It's a long, complicated story. But I'm gonna make it as short and to the point as possible.
Two years ago I was in the gymnastics squad with her. We were in constant competition with each other. But it was obvious I was the better of the two. Back then I was in tip top shape (I'm not fat now, but back then I was at my prime). I was doing gymnastics and Karate at the same time. I enjoyed both sports and I was dedicated to them. They were two of the few things I devoted myself to. My life practically revolved around them. After school I would avoid going home to my asshole of an uncle by staying late and practicing. And when I came home I would go in the attic and practice my Karate. Those were the good ole' days.
I graduated to a black belt the same time Nationals were coming up. My coach told me that I would be the one to bring home the gold medal. Everyone thought so as well, even Amanda who seethed with envy.
I especially hate this part of the story so I'll just say it. Amanda put grease on the balance beam, I fell and broke my knee, and no one ever found out it was her. I know because she told me while I was at the hospital. She came a "friendly visit". Not only had Amanda screwed me out of the Nationals, but she also screwed me off the team. I couldn't perform with a defected knee, no matter how well it healed. One of the only things I was dedicated to and it was taken all because that bitch was jealous. For that, Amanda is forever on my shit list.
Despite the disgust growing in me, I grin. I would show her I was not the least bit intimidated by her. Bad knee or not, I was still a black belt. And my knee has healed drastically over time. Even though there is still a risk I could break again if I wasn't careful.
Amanda stopped in front of us, smiling crookedly. "Raven. Mina," she addressed tastelessly.
"Amanda," I acknowledged with equal distaste. Mina stayed silent. Unlike me, she still held fear of Amanda and couldn't fight to save her life.
"I thought you weren't coming," Amanda said to me.
"You thought wrong," I shot back, glaring at her. She glared back, her smile strained
"You know I think I saw a gay bar not too far from here," she began, "I'm sure you could fit in with all the other dykes, seeing your one yourself."
I chuckled humorlessly. Dyke was one of Amanda's favorite insults for me. The only reason she called me that was because I had very short hair that looked very boyish. I've grown to use to the word to be insulted. If anything, she's an idiot for thinking it still affected me. She really needs to come up with new material.
"Aren't you late for your meeting?" I ask normally.
She stared at me blankly. "What meeting?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"You were gonna meet with some random guy you picked up and suck him off. You didn't know about it? Everyone else did." I explained sweetly.
Amanda scowled, realizing she fell into my trap. I knew I hit a nerve. Unlike her, I can come with something that would get under her skin. Everyone knew Amanda was a whore. It was no secret, even though she acted like a virgin. But the thing about guys, especially those meat headed types, is that they love to kiss and tell. Amanda learned that the hard way. Now she is officially the slut of the year at school, a title earned when Mina and I posted posters that had names of all the guys she slept with. Let's just say we had to make the font very small so we could fit all those names on one poster.
She threw her head back and laughed. "Oh you're hilarious, Raven," she said sarcastically. "So how's that knee of yours?"
Yet another insult that doesn't faze me. I was serious when I said she needed to come up with new material. "Feels pretty darn good. How are your crabs?"
"I'm allergic to shellfish you idiot." She snapped. She obviously didn't know which crabs I was talking about.
Becky and I stared at her, then each other, then back at her. It amazed me how stupid she could be. Did I mention she was stupid? I don't think I did. Well she's pretty stupid. You wanna know how stupid she is? She thought Brazil was a city in Arabia. That alone tells you she's not that bright. There are times when I almost feel sorry for her…Almost.
"Amanda," I said calmly as to contain my cruel laughter, "just stop talking. Just…stop. Wow," I shake my head in disbelief, "C'mon Mina." And with that I pulled my friend with me to follow the crowd inside the Museum of History.
This was turning out to be an interesting day.
And there you have folks, chapter one is done and done. I hope Raven doesn't seem like a Mary-sue. She does have her flaws; I just haven't mentioned them yet. Oh wait, she cusses a lot. That could count as a flaw, right? Some people are kinda put off by that. Yes? No? Maybe so? Okay fine! I'll come with something.(pouts and looks away)
Maybe in Chapter 2 we can go into depth with her character. There is lots of stuff about Raven that I didn't mention in this chapter. But maybe if get some reviews I can be motivated enough *hint hint wink wink*.
Reviews and Constructive criticism are always welcomed(And i live off them so please feed me). Thanks again for reading.
Peace out ;)
