Siamo Assassini

Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, Ubisoft does.

A/N I rather not focus on this story a lot, I'm writing this in a notebook first then put it on computer. The only reason why is because I usually work on this story during my spare times at school, which is not a lot. Another reason why I wouldn;t update this fast (or any other of my stories in general) is because I'm procrastinating ^_^ enjoy this anyways.

Chapter 1

The church bell rang all throughout the town. Citizens rushing to the open area of San Marco. People were yelling here and there, the mixture of voices made the commotion unclear. The day was hot, no clouds in sight, and the sun shines down on the city known for its beautiful canals and waterways. The crowd of citizens gather around the the execution stage, known to be the death site of many convicted souls. Below the stage stood armored guards holding back the crying citizens. Upon the stage was a man dressed in expensive, elegant clothes, accompanied by two more guards. He started addressing the people, "Ladies and gentlemen! Today we witness the death of a convicted man who had the guts to steal from the district officials!"

"I did not steal anything!" the man objected, he had a noose wrapped around his neck.

"Do not deny it! We found stolen money in your very home!"

"I don't know where it came from! It's not mine! Someone is setting me up!"

"Enough! Send him to his death!" the official pointed to a guard at a lever which opened a trap door beneath the convicted man. The man was hanging, the noose tight around his neck, strangling him. As the official watched in pleasure, something shot passed the side of his head, shaving a bit of his hair, then it cut the rope, releasing the man from his death. That thing landed lodged on a wooden pole, revealing to be a bolt. The people started screaming and ran for their lives. This bolt was clearly shot from a crossbow, but its location was unknown. The official soon was filled with terror, hiding behind a guard like an innocent peasant. From afar, the sound of a crossbow can be faintly heard reloading another bolt.

The brothel that day was full, the decorations made it look elegant yet it reeked of greed and desire. On the top floor in a quiet room was a young lady writing next to the candlelight. She wore a mixture of common Renaissance shirt, pants, and boots with armor pieces and weapon sheaths. Of course this attire was uncommon to regular citizens. All was peaceful until she noticed an odd crowd of people on the street, then she heard the door downstairs slamming open. The young lady came out of the room to see what was going on. On the first floor, a man asked one of the women for the mistress of the brothel. She pointed towards another room. Curious, the young lady followed. In the room was the same man conversing with the mistress, they noticed her, "Ah Serena, just the person we need." said the man. Although confused with this, she felt as if a new contract has came in.

"What is going on Sister Teodora?" she asked the mistress who was a beautiful woman, probably in her forties or fifties, she also wore a nun's uniform.

"We have a task for you to complete. Antonio, please fill her in." she was referring to the man.

"Alright, so a local banker has been arrested today, as you can see from the commotion outside. According to my thieves, apparently the high official responsible for our district's commerce and funds has been gambling with the money from the district vault. The official tried to withdraw more money from the banker, but he would not allow it until his large debt are paid. I guess the official became enraged and planted some money in the banker's home."

"Isn't that going a bit too far?" Serena questioned.

"You can say, but our government continues to be corrupted.

"either way, your job is to take down the official before the banker's execution." Teodora added, "Tomorrow morning, go to the San Marco Piazza. Take out the official by any means. Understand?"

"Yes."

"My girls will be attending the execution as well, so you can use them however you like."

"Thank you."

"And remember, Nothing is true..."

"Everything is permitted." Serena finished off and left. Her first task was to evaluate the area. Since San Marco Piazza was an area used for celebration and socializing, the brothel wasn't too far. The area was like and open field, a tower was located near the execution stage, and it was surrounded bu tall buildings. Serena observed the area for a while to figure out her plan of action. Because of the opening, the distance between the stage and the connected household buildings was great. She would use this to her advantage. She walked along the side of the buildings and stopped at the end before reaching open waters. She took a look at the side of the buildings and noticed a thick, wooden beam protruding our of the wall above an archway. As she continues looking down the wall, she also noticed more beams, horizontal poles, and plant balconies. This was a perfect route to the roof. Preparing to leap, she took several steps back, to a few deep breaths, and ran. As she came close to the wall, she lifted her right leg, then her left, and continued the motion. As she got to the peak of her climb, she immediately jumped towards her right, landing on the beam with perfection. Keeping her balance, she carefully stood up. Ahead were the multiple beams and balconies. Swiftly, she jumped from one to the other in a constant motion, getting higher from the ground, and closer to the roof. This was an easy task, for she had done this many times before. She was now overlooking the entire San Marco Piazza. Dawn was approaching, she will soon be able to have her first blood in a long time.

One by one, bodies of guards fell to the ground, their armor stained from their own blood. The people screamed in terror, trampling over each other in order to get away from this massacre. The official cowered behind two guards, but both took a bolt to the head. The official frantically crawled off stage. Among the fleeing civilians was a crowd of guards. They were circling a single person, their weapons ready. Although trapped, Serena was ready for any attacks. Each guard hesitated on making a move, they knew the type of person they were up against. Finally, one attacked, swinging his dagger wildly out of fear. Serena dodged the first few swings, hoping to find a chance to counter attack. When the dagger came towards her from her top left, she quickly stepped out of the way, opposite of the dagger's route. Using her right arm, she pushed the guard's arm out of the way, for good measures. With her left arm, she summoned her hidden blade and stabbed the guard on his side. That was not all though. Right as she pulled out the blade, another guard swung his sword. With a quick reaction, she continued the momentum of her left arm that was swinging back from releasing her blade. She caught the arm of the guard with the sword, took a step forwards with her right leg, and lodged the hidden blade on her right arm into the soldiers neck. The blood of the unfortunate guard had splattered all over Serena's face, one face that would bring fear to anyone.

That was just two victims though. More guards came striking down their blades and blunt weapons, none ever came in contact with the assassin, except she she struck back at them. An endless sea of soldiers stormed in, some braved and continued to fight the single assassin, others were cowering away in fear. A pointless battle of an army of over fifty guards against one assassin, so skilled, not even their heavy guards could cut her down. While Serena was occupied with the guards, the official took the chance to escape. Serena noticed and broke through the guards with a smoke bomb. Before giving chase, she grabbed the banker and left the area to a secluded alleyway, "Signore, are you alright?" the frightened banker just simply nodded, "Good, do not worry, we assassins will free you of your false conviction. Please return home and avoid any guards." Serena finished off and headed out the alleyway. She quickly climbed to the roof, looking for the official. Noticing the official pushing through the civilians, she continued chasing him upon the roof. There were a couple times where she had to leap far to the other buildings, but the official finally stopped at a pier. Serena took this chance and jumped off the roof, diving into the water without the official noticing. Gasping for air, the official kept his eyes up, wondering if the assassin was still following. Serena quietly climbed onto the pier. Once she was one step away from the man, she grabbed the official's shoulder, turned him around, and stabbed him in the stomach. She helped him fall back. The official continued to gasp, "What did you think would come out of killing an innocent civilian?" Serena questioned with a serious expression.

"Fear. To bring fear to the people. If I want something, I WILL have it." he answered.

"And you thought you would be able to get away with this so easily?" she continued.

"I did not, I knew what might happen."

"So you did this out of frustration and impulse?"

"Haha, of course. The world we live in continues to be corrupt, as long as we are ruled under those taken controlled of by their feelings and desire."

"then why must we continued to be ruled by them?"

"Foolish assassin, I am no philosopher. I can not give you reasons for this. Maybe it's just because the people are too afraid, too fearful of those rulers that they just can't do anything. Or maybe it's because the people are too dependent on their supporters, and their supporters are too scared to stand up for them." Serena understood who he was referring to and although angry, she did not say anything more. The official started chuckling, until his breath fell short. Serena stared at his lifeless body for a second, then closed his eyelids, "Requiescat en pace..."

Guards were running down the street chasing after the assassin, but when they got to the pier, all was left was the bloody corpse of the official.

The only guest in the brothel that night was Antonio, enjoying himself with the women until reports of the contract came in. Right on time, Serena came through the door, the blood can be barely seen on her crimson clothes, but they were still noticeable. Both Antonio and Teodora seemed delight with her return, "Welcome back, please change into these fresh clothes and come down to give us the report. You please assist her and wash her blood-soaked uniform." Teodora said and instructed one of her girls. She bowed as a way of accepting the task and followed Serena up the stairs. Serena removed her weapons and metal armor pieces as the woman unbuttoned and unlaced Serena's clothes. Something about Serena seemed odd at the that moment, "La mia signora, is there something troubling you?" the woman asked. Serena contemplated for a moment, "What is our worth to these people?" she asked in a disappointing tone, she didn't expect a putana to know the answer.

"May I ask who you are referring to?"

"Us assassins, whores, mercenaries, thieves..."

The woman gave a small smile, "Our worth to these people do not determine how much we care. We merely help them because of our own free will. It does not matter if we are worth anything, people see our deeds differently. So knowing we are worth anything isn't as pleasurable as knowing we've done something good for society."

"Then why not take action and take down the corrupted we are ruled under?"

"Do not think that we don't take action because we are afraid, we mustn't jump in immediately. It's like putting out a fire with your bare hands, going in immediately, less chance of succeeding. But if you take time to think, gather water, and pour it on the fire, you will succeed no doubt.." She had finished dressing Serena, who was surprised that a woman who sold her life to pleasure men, could utter words like that of a scholar or philosopher.

Serena came back down the stairs to find Antonio and Teodora waiting patiently. Some tea was set out on a table, Serena grabbed a cup and took a seat, "So fill us in with the report." Antonio said. Serena was still thinking about the girl's words, but then snapped back to reality, "The mission was a success and the banker is safe."

"And what of the banker's conviction?"

"I found this on the official," she handed Antonio a folded piece of paper, "This letter shows that the official request the money from a close friend and had a guard plant it in the banker's home when they did this unexpected home search. This is the only proof of the banker's innocence. Just take it to the district council for the banker to be free of his conviction."

"Excellent! You did your job very well, as always. Now rest up and regain your energy." Serena indeed seemed tired.

"Before you go, a letter came for you." Teodora said handing her an envelope. It had the Assassin's Crest as a seal, she then knew who it was from. Exhausted, but eager, she hurried back up the stairs after saying her good byes.

Her room was still lit and warm, with the window opened. The crickets chirped as if they were having a celebration. This setting gave a calm, relaxing feeling that ran through Serena's body. She sat down at the desk by the candlelight, its warmth covered her hands as she carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a letter,

Cara Serena,

By the time you get this letter, I would have already arrived at my destination. After leaving Venezia to accept a task from The Mentor in Roma, I was sent off to a place Europa called Constantinople. My task is to help the other assassins set up an assassin headquarter there, and train new recruits. Our Brotherhood is ever so growing. I don't know how long I am to stay, but do not fear, I will continue writing to you. Although I'm writing this letter on our ship, I have heard rumors of this land's beauty. I'll write again once I get settled in, but until then, good luck on your contracts. Also, tell your father I will be sending some books and other items he may be interested in from Constantinople.

il vostro maestro,

Lucia Aleardi

Serena admired her master very much, if it weren't for her, Serena wouls never be as skilled as she is now. She placed the letter in a drawer and took out a piece of parchment, an ink well, and a quill. She began writing, her movment never stopped until the quill reached the bottom of the parchment. She put down the feather and took the candle. Walking towards the window, she looked up to the sky. The Stars shined brightly that night. The streets were still filled with people. It seems the event that happened that day had no effects on the citizens, that even now, continues to enjoy their life. One soul that day had been lost, no one mourned for him. The people just celebrate, but how long will this celebration last until another soul need to be taken away from the earth.

So I hope you like this chapter. Sorry if I mess up on some stuff, but hey I'm just an amateur. I'm trying my best to connect this story with the game and other factors like location, but if it ends up sounding weird, just bear with me. R&R thank you!