The Story of Isaac
(A/N) Hello readers, JayMan551 here with another story, but this time my fanfic isn't based off of a computer or video game, It's based off of my friend MasterAssassin2012's story; Assassin's Creed: Resurrection. Check it out, it'll help clear some things up. Anyway this story is about the OC that I contributed to in MasterAssassin's story, his name is Isaac Broadbent, before you say it he has no connection to Isaac Jackson in my other story. Anyway this story is about Isaac's past, and MasterAssassin's story from his POV. Anyway enough droning, ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 1: The Best/Worst Day Ever!
Today is a great day to be me! It's my eleventh birthday, and when I get home my father will introduce me into the family business. I mean I've been going to Templar Training school since I could walk, and I'm the best student in the class. I can sneak up on and scare anyone. I can pick any lock. I can pick any pocket. I'm the best with stolen Assassin hidden blades, and I can hit any target with a throwing knife, or bullet out of my favorite 40 caliber handgun. As I was walking down the street in New York, I saw a person in a white hood with red lines, attempt to pick-pocket a lady.
Nimrod I thought before she started screaming."Help Thief!" She noticed his/her (I can never tell if there's a boy or girl under those stupid hoods) failed attempt and started screaming bloody murder. The white hooded figure took off as soon as he/she (I'm just gonna call it 'it') realized they were caught. As it ran buy I quickly, and unnoticeably, stole what it stole, a large wad of cash. I will have to count it later, whenever I get back to the secret base in the Mid-State Correctional Facility. As I approached the Correctional Facility, smoke and fire blew out of the windows. Naturally I started running towards it. I was full on sprinting, nimbly dodging between random pedestrians who stopped to gawk at the Correctional Facility. I burst through the double doors of the brick warehouse behind the actual Correctional Facility, only to see a strangely dressed woman holding a glowing golden orb with strange intricate markings on it. Thin lines of glowing energy jumped between the orb and everyone in the building, everyone except for me. The lady was in the middle of the room, her back was facing me. To my immediate right was the weapons table with my handgun, my throwing knives, and every other weapon used by the Templars. My handgun, the thought of his black handgun with the cushioned grip comforted him. Unfortunately, the table was also to her right.
Isaac acted on instinct and ran for the table. He had his hand around the cushioned grip of the gun of the gun, before he felt someone behind him. He turned around quickly and came face to mask with the strange woman. Isaac brought the gun level with her heart.
"So young Isaac, you wield your family gun in your hand, yes?" It was more of a statement than a question. Of course it's the family weapon, but I'm not gonna say that out loud, Isaac thought. The woman seemed to be staring into his soul, which was unnerving. "So it is the family weapon. Then wouldn't it be a shame if the youngest Templar heir killed his entire family with the family weapon?" The thought appalled him, I will never willingly kill my family with this weapon! Isaac thought furiously " Ah, but my dear you don't have to do it willingly!"
"Are you reading my mind?"
"Yes child I am, now say your goodbyes."
"I will never kill my family!"
"Oh but your will..." The woman said evilly as she brought the strange orb to my eye level. I felt a piercing pain in my head as a golden line of energy sparked between me and the orb. Isaac tried to scream out in pain, but his mouth didn't open. Slowly his body started turning pointing the gun at his first victim. He tried fighting, pulling his finger away from the trigger, but it slowly approached. Eventually the gun fired, he looked into the eyes of his Templar brother, then he dropped. Slowly everyone in the room was killed. Isaac fought his own finger every time, and was mentally strained. The strange woman dropped her arm. "I will spare you only so that you may live with this pain Templar." She spit the last word out venomously, as she turned towards the doorway, she looked back only to say "First the Templars then the Assassins."
I brought the gun up level with the back of her head and said, "Not if I kill you first," She spun around with inhuman speed brought up the orb and launched the gun from my hand. There was an brain splitting pain. Before I passed out.
(A/N) So what'd do you think? Like it? Hate it? REVIEW! Anyway this story is a spinoff of MasterAssassin2012's story Assassin's Creed: Resurrection. Go check that out! Also check out Assassin's Creed: Generation Y and Assassin's Creed: Bloodlines which are also by MasterAssassin2012. Also check out WhiteZephyr's Assassin's Creed stories. See you readers next time.
