Note: The rating may change to M for future chapters...but as for now, it's rated T for violence, gore, and language!

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed, sadly. It belongs to Ubisoft and its people.

Ch. 1-"Memories and Reunions"

Sirens wailed out into the night and flashed their alarming colors . Thousands of boots thumped on the ground like a stampede.

"Find the woman! Do not stop until you do!" an aged man in a lab coat barked at the scrambling security guards. His bearded face was red and contorted in anger. Unbeknownst to the clusters of workers, a female figure lay huddled in a dark corner of a building with a baby girl held closely in her arms. Her face was sunken and pale, giving her the appearance of a ghost. The woman's fatigued, mint eyes darted around vigilantly. She couldn't stay any longer or else she would be caught. Her white garments were easily noticeable. Rising to her feet, keeping the tiny, wriggling body close to hers, she darted deeper into the shady alley...


At quaint house in Croyder, England, a old woman rocked back and forth in a chair as she knitted an indigo scarf. Upon hearing the doorbell ring, she rose to her feet and walked towards the door. When she opened it, a shaken and trembling young lady stood before her. She noticed a baby in her arms wrapped in a pink blanket.

"O-oh, Mother please, take Amelia!" she handed over the baby to the old woman with shaking arms.

"Darling, what's wrong? Why? " she took the young child and asked the mother urgently. She took a step out the door and glanced at the surroundings.

"T-the Templars f-found us! A-Arthur...he's gone! Mother, he's gone!" the lady cried as she held her moist face in her hands, her shoulders trembling. The older woman grew alert and tried to soothe her traumatized daughter. She suddenly shot her head up with teary eyes. "I-I can't stay here! Oh, Mother, please take my dear Amelia far away from here! I don't care where, just get her away from here. Do not tell her about us. Keep her away from the path we chose...," she reached for the magnificent sword at her belt and unstrapped it. It's hilt was pure white with golden accents and the blade arched gracefully. She then reached behind her neck and unclasped a beautiful necklace. It's chain was of chaste silver and the pendant was an upstanding V with a shimmering red ruby in the center. She handed the two items over to her mother, "Give these to her. If she discovers the truth, there is nothing we can do." she glanced around nervously. "I cannot stay any longer. Amelia, I love you. Don't ever forget that." she whispered to her precious young girl and, without another word or a goodbye, the lady dashed off. The old woman called after her poor daughter, but found no use in it. She retreated back into the house and arranged plans to escape to America...


2012: Amelia at 20 years old...

Houses of every color and deep green trees flew past me. The roaring and whirring of the vehicle's engine rang in my ears. I was on the bus heading to my friend, Bernhard Gertrude's house. He left for boot camp two years ago, aiming for Advanced Individual Training. We've been best friends since the day we met, which was Second grade. He and his parents, who Grandma were fond of, arrived from Germany. Ah, yes. I remember exactly how we met...

Flashback...

It was a pleasant and warm day. I was sitting in the school playground's sandbox, patting the grains of small rocks inot a vague shape. I was only seven then, and my molding skills were not the best. When I finally finished my artwork and topped it off with a Y-shaped stick, three boys came over and trampled all over it. They snickered at my heart broken face.

"What, are you going to cry?" one of them sneered crookedly at me. I was in the verge of tears, in fact. Just when I was going to utter out a shaky refusal, a shadow loomed behind and blocked out the sunlight. Noticing, they turned and grimaced. Bern stood there with his arms crossed. Being four years older than all of us (and somewhat unnaturally tall) , he towered over the trio, glaring down at them through his black sunglasses. At that time, he was one of the scariest guys in school and almost everyone was afraid to even confront him. Those who had enough courage mocked him for his sunglasses. They thought that he wore them just to try and intimidate them. They didn't know that he wore them because of his sensitive eyes that caused him pain if exposed to too much sunlight. However, I was never frightened. Screeching a not-so-manly scream, the boys scampered away faster than a jackrabbit.

"T-thank you." I squeaked as I looked up at him shyly (man, I was so bashful and timid back then...). Bern grunted and looked away, but he had the slightest of smiles plastered on his face...

End of Flashback...

Although we haven't seen each other, we've been sending letters to keep in touch. I took out an Xbox game that I had bought for him from my pale green military shoulder bag. I'm curious to see what they've done to him...

"Hey, what game's that?" a voice said next to me, bringing me back to Earth. And there was Catherine Hansella, someone else I've began to warm up to while Bern was gone.

"Huh? Oh, inFamous. You should get it; it's a good game." I declared, smiling over at my friend.

"Ohhhhhh gimme!" She chirped like a child. Catherine made an attempt to grab it, but I pulled away and moved her groping hands away with my free one.

"No, no. I'm giving this to Bern, so I need this thing in top condition, mate. Knowing you, you'd probably snap it in half without even trying. " I explained to her, only to receive a chuckle and grin. Yep, you heard me. Even though she looked fragile, she has surprising strength that she can't seem to control. Catherine drew back into her own seat.

"Are you sure he's gonna like that game?" Catherine pondered as her light blue eyes stared out the window of the bus, watching the house fly by.

"He should. I mean, who wouldn't? " I replied, giving the game a glance before I slipped it back into my bag, seeing Bern's house up ahead. I stood up, ready to depart. The bus came to a careful stop with a screech and it opened its door with a mechanical hiss.

"Bye, Amy."

"Bye. I'll see you tomorrow, Cat!" I called back, as I stepped out of the bus. I waved as it trudged forward like a lumbering, yellow giant until it was out of sight. I looked around curiously because I wasn't familiar with the block, but Bern had told me his address. After only a few minutes of wandering, I found my destination; 1483. The house was a fairly large maroon structure. Hmm...I wonder what he'd be like now. I sauntered up to his door and rang the bell. Seconds flew by, and the door opened. A tall (when I say tall, I mean TALL) , lean, young man stood at its wake. He had dirty blond hair and black shades that shielded blue orbs as deep as the endless ocean. Certainly this couldn't be the Bernhard Gertrude I've seen two years ago! I think I have the wrong house...

"May I help you?" his voice came as a deep rumble with a thick, eerily familiar, German accent.

"Umm, may I see Bernhard Gertrud?" I shrank back a little bit when his eyes observed me. Then I saw his face light up. Wait a minute...

"Amelia? Is that you?" My jaw dropped at his lines. He looked so different I barely recognized him!

"Bernhard!" I gawked as my eyes widened, too. He's grown so bloody tall over the years! Before, I knew it; he locked me in a bear hug. Realizing he could've hugged the air out of me ( or CRUSHED the air out of me!), he pulled away.

"Look at yourself, Amelia! You've grown so much." I laughed at his words. Now he's starting to sound like my grandmother!

"What about you? You've CLEARLY grown more than I have, chap! And it looks like they packed some muscle on you!" I playfully punched his stomach (which was like punching a wall) "Damn, what did they do to you? You're like made out of stone." Bern chuckled at my comment. The words just...flew out of my mouth.

"Vigorous training did the trick. Anyhow, they were still the most memorable nine weeks of my life." He smiled and it seemed like his mind had trailed back to those days, but soon realized I was standing there (really, I was completely fine about waiting). "Oh, uhm, please, come in." then gestured me inside. I smiled then stepped inside. His house was quite spacious. Its wallpaper was naval green, his favorite color. I followed him into the living room. It consisted of a slim Plasma TV, dark green sofa, and a pair of black chairs that fit well with the grey carpet. Placed near the TV was the Xbox 360. He was probably playing Call of Duty. He can't stay away from guns and such. I set my bag down somewhere and sat next to him on the couch. For about an hour we talked about what happened during our nine week separation and just enjoyed each others presence. He said something before about missing his M16A2...

"Oh, hey, Bern. I got this game for you, inFamous. You've heard of it, right?" I remembered and took out the game from my bag, hand it to Bern.

"I certainly have. Thank you." He smiled at me as he opened the case, walked over to his Xbox 360 and slipped the game in.

"You're welcome." I said as he took the controller and handed it to me.

"Oh, no, you could play," I handed the controller back over to Bern," it's your game now." A small, suspicious grin played at his lips, and he turned back to the screen.


Bern played the game like it was a simple, Hello Kitty game. In a snap, he'd learned how to execute different moves and other controls. Truth be told, he could kick ass in quite a short time. I think he's been playing for 4 straight hours. He stopped at 8:30 and stood up, keeping the game on pause. We walked into the kitchen and I sat down as he prepared a cup of green tea.

"Amelia….I need to tell you something." Bern sadly exclaimed as he sat on the chair opposite of me. His usually stern blue eyes were flooded with sorrow.

"Hmm?" I brought the cup to my lips and sipped carefully. I wonder what was troubling him...

"My parents…..they want me to return to Germany and stay there permanently." WHAT? I spattered the tea onto his face. I realized it, and immediately handed a napkin and apologized. After he wiped his face and I scrubbed the table clean, we returned to the topic.

"Why?" I questioned him calmly, but inside, my heart throbbed. He finally came back from boot camp and now his parents want him to go back to Germany? He was like a big brother to me…

"Amelia, when I came here, my parents agreed that we would all return to Germany someday. This is all perhaps an elongated vacation. I've only a few weeks until I leave. I tried to convince them that I've grown very attached to the people here, but they're grounded on returning. They wanted me to tell you as soon as possible that they're truly sorry. " Bern exclaimed, his eyes locked on me with concern and pity. Tears started to fight its way to my eyes and I stared down at my lap and bit my lower lip.

"But...well... I know it's selfish to keep you away from your parents..." I muttered as I kept my head down and fiddled with the end of my T-shirt. I couldn't do anything about it. I've known his parents for many years now and I know from experience that when they make up their mind, it wouldn't change. As for me, I couldn't possibly leave my home here in New York to go after him. But if I had the slightest opportunity to, then I would take it with no hesitation. I mustered up all of my courage with a deep breath and looked up at Bern with the best reassuring smile I could do, "If they want to return, then I can't stop you." It was then I couldn't hold back the tears and they trailed down my cheek. His eyes were clompletely flooded with sorrow and pain.

"Es tut mir leid (I'm sorry),Amelia." He said softly then leaned across the table and pressed his lips on my forehead. He ruffled my hair and then pulled back. Yet again, my teary eyes were glued to my lap. He stood up and said that he would change his shirt, which was wet from the tea. I watched him walk into a corridor, then wiped the tears out of my eyes. I sighed and leaned back into my chair, then decided to go back into the living room. I sat on the couch silently. Strangely, I thought about my own parents. How I'd love to just see them once. You see, my parents died when I was only a month old. Ever since, I lived with my grandmother. The only item my mother and father left to me was this beautiful necklace. The pendant was shaped like an upstanding V. A ruby was placed inside it. The pendant was held by a sleek, silver chain. I was always curious about my parents...but grandmother would constantly avoid the topic.

I wish I could learn more about my parents.

I suddenly felt drowsy and my eyelids grew heavy. I struggled to stay awake, but it proved to difficult and my vision faded to black...

How was that? This' my first Fanfic! You can flame all you want. I know my work isn't flawless. I won't be putting up the second chapter in a while. Oh, and a M16A2 is a type of rifle for those who didn't know. Please review!