Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed, only my OCs. I tried to update my second chapter. I tried 5 times waiting for at least 2 hours. So I made a New Story.
"Sis, wake up." The girl slapped the body's back harshly. The sound rang true as the owner shrieked awake and rolled away maintaining her position on her floor. The older sister had her eyes widened, surprised and in pain. The slapper snorted at the amusing expression on her face. "You're still on the floor."
That was when the 18 years old noticed that she had been indeed sleeping on the floor covered by an aged ivory carpet and her assignments that were due that morning. She had been working on her homework in the last minute the night before when she had randomly decided that the bed was too comfortable and the chair was forcing her to lose concentration, therefore the floor would be ideal. Sabrina groaned as she slapped her face. She had fallen asleep again.
"You're lucky, sis." Her annoying sister smirked, who was enjoying her ordeal again. "Schools are cancelled because of a giant storm warning's been issued." Leaving her lazy sister gasping in joy and praying to the gods that she didn't even believe in, Tracy sighed and walked out of the room, her steps heading to her owns. It wasn't the first time that this had happened, not that she was complaining. It was rather hilarious to hit Sabrina awake and look dumbfounded, like a deer in the headlights.
Tracy sat on her own bed, crawled under the blankets and watched the sunlight come through the window besides her bed for a long while. The gentle glow it gave was soothing and its heat making her feel cozy. Smiling to herself, she steadily stretched her arm to let her hand bathe in the sunli-
"TRACY!" The 14 years old, owner of the name gave a yelp before falling off the comfort of her bed. Sabrina was frozen at the door with closed eyes. She gulped as she carefully opened one of her eyes. Then she saw a figure enveloped in a pink blanket on the floor. It didn't move. She swallowed hard again. "Tracy..?"
"WHAT!" snapped a grumpy and mad voice, filtered by the blanket covering the teenager. Sabrina hesitated. While she loved to annoy her sister with the smallest things, she had learned to gauge her little sister's anger through her voice. Despite not having any kind of provocation beforehand, a little bar in her mind told her it was almost full of red. Uh-oh, puberty's coming.
"..Breakfast?" She suggested with an innocent smile. Tracy crawled out of her little nest, sat on top of it grouching and glared at her. Oh, if looks could kill. Sabrina would have been stabbed several times already just with the posture the teen was in.
"Screw you!" Tracy barked as she stormed off, blanket in hand. There was no way she would stay to be taunted by her stupid older sister. School was fortunately off and Mom had gone to visit Grandma in Perth and Dad was obviously at work. In other words, Tracy was stuck with Sabrina and because of her meddling; she would ignore her all day but instead enjoy a peaceful nap. She climbed down the stairs and reached the living room, a capacious room with plenty of furniture. Looking around with a pout, she dragged her trusty old blanket behind her till the ideal place was caught by her eyes. Punching the air to vent her frustration, she threw herself onto the softest sofa and professionally wrapped herself in the blanket.
Her huffs soon slowed down into soft breaths and the heat trapped in her burrito of cotton made her soon relaxed. After blinking slowly several times, she welcomed the sleepiness taking over with a satisfied smile.
For hours, Sabrina struggled to not lose her will to finish the damn essay she had been assigned to. She had even drunken the secret beverage of lots, lots of caffeine to force herself to engage on the gruesome task. But no, her lazy self had taken over her body and dragged itself to the bed and so, she took a nice nap. The senior had been so tired she hadn't even gotten even her covers.
CRAAACKKK
"Wha-?" The loud crack of the air shook her sane part awake. Sabrina gasped and bolted in enlightenment that she had fallen asleep instead of doing her duties as a student, again. She looked around. Her window was showing the sky, which had been delightful with its clear blue sky and rays blinding her just a few hours before, now the opposite. The grimly dark and grey clouds had entirely occupied the weather system now, raining cats and dogs and thunder dancing with lightning in the freezing air. It was hard to believe that it was still morning, when the dull weather was making it look like if it were late afternoon. A sudden flash erupted into the lazy one's eyes, pulling her arms to protect them.
"That is one heck of a freak storm." Sabrina whispered as another crack was heard in the distance. It got here really fast. Trying to get used to the chilliness of her room, she checked the useless alarm clock of hers on her desk.
11:37. Not bad. I still have a chance. The teen steadily got on to her two feet and began to organize the papers that were her top priority for the moment, starting by bending over to the ground to reach her title page. Wait. She froze and straightened up.
Tracy. Why is she so quiet? Then her body immediately expressed her sisterly concerns by moving to the door and reaching out for the door knob of her small entrance to her chambers. The return of that morning's memories was what halted her actions. The strawberry blonde proceeded to rub the behind of her neck, recalling the sudden utter rage the now unstable teenager had demonstrated. Sighing, she returned to her academic chores deciding that familiar ones could wait since the source of her worries would deny her without any doubt. Another lighting struck outside, at which the girl responded with a wince.
Knock, knock.
Sabrina's heart began to skip a beat faster after the sound of the earlier light show was delivered. She stared at the door, where the knocks had originated. That's odd. It's only the monkey child. Why do I have an uneasy feeling? Is it the dramatic effect the storm is giving? Ignoring her tense leg muscles, she got onto her bed and cleared her throat.
"What is it?" Her flat voice seemed to mock any kind of visitor.
"It's me, Tracy." Sabrina wanted to swing open the only thing coming between them and slap her with her open palms.
CRAAACKKK. The gusts were getting stronger now, as Mr. Thunder had kindly demonstrated.
"No shit, Captain Obvious!"
"I know, but-"
"Huh, what?" The older one decided to round her fingers around her ear to enable herself to hear her stupid sister' attempts at communication better.
"N-nothing!" Stammering? What has she done this time. The blonde scowled with an imaginary scenario running in her brain. Ah, the number of possibilities. "Mom's still in P-perth, right..?"
"…You're not the forgetful one here, Tracy. That's my role." While Sabrina wanted to fling her head, she took this unusual conversation as a chance to get rid of all the anger possible left in the teenager. Keyword being unusual.
"And Dad's probably at his office, too."
"Yes..?" Something was definitely wrong, why was Tracy confirming facts that they both were fully aware of?
CRAAACKKK
"You and I being the," one could hear her nervous gulp even with a wall in between them and the current speaker, "only ones in the house now."
"Ok, I command you as the temporary commander of this house!" Sabrina snapped in annoyance. What's with her fishy questions?! "What happened?!" The reply was a silence, soon interrupted by another thunder strike.
"..Did you kick the Xbox by any chance?" Tracy's voice trembled. The usually calm one of the sibling behaving like this scared the older one. It was rare for her to even faze, as funny as that sounded. Still, she couldn't help make a face of mixture of WTF and ARE YOU SERIOUS.
"We don't have any game consoles!" Sabrina ran her hand over her face with a growl as the rain continued to pour harshly onto her window. "We'll never get any, thanks to you! If that's what is making your life miserable, I suggest you to get the fuck out of my room!"
"I-I'm already outside..." Ok. Tracy's comeback was welcoming, because it reassured her a little. So why did she-
"Eeee!" The brief scream from her sister and a roaring thunder that momentarily blinded her wrecked her train of thought. Ok, something has gone from bad to worse. Tracy never screamed. She stared at the door before grabbing the nearest and fattest textbook she had, which was unsurprisingly World History. Sometimes, she thought schools were unknowingly distributing murder weapons and that was why there were dead teenagers. The teenagers had obviously annoyed their fellow students to the point of murder and were hit in the head with a textbook, dying instantly to the blunt weapon. Yeah...That sounds right. A stammering voice continued, waking her into reality. "Sis...I'm going inside..."
Sabrina's instincts were screaming at her to run. The loudest electric strike yet that flashed a second ago seemed to agree, creating all the dramatic effects for her. Something was terribly wrong. Her shaking hands wrapped around the heavy ass book as she sat low, hiding behind her bed. Her dark brown eyes were locked on her stupidly old door. She never thought it could be this terrifying as it creaked itself open little by little, the sound causing butterflies in her stomach. She really didn't think twice when the door completely revealed its guests.
Sabrina threw the book across the room with all her might. Tracy had noticed the murderous collection of papers and watched it projectile, following it with her now rounded eyes and an opened jaw. Her breath caught in her throat, she was sure time was now in slow motion. The book turned around and around in midair as if it was an agile acrobat, now gravity starting to act on it. Before anything else, Sabrina's weapon of choice hit the unknown visitor squarely in the face. The victim instantly fell back on his back, with a loud slam, landing unconscious. Tracy turned around to see him on the carpet, limbs stretched out and the weapon next to the head looking perfectly harmless. She kept staring at the bizarre scene, only the sound of raindrops hitting the window heard, until Sabrina broke the silence.
"Tracy." Disbelief was smudged all over her weak voice. "Is that the guy from Assassin's Creed?"
Author's Note: That's my second story, folks! Assassin in your house story. Because I like them, but I'm sure I'll be trying certain things that won't be normal. For one, these girls never played the game and the reason they recognize their attacker (or victim) will soon be explain. BTW, I'm basing the setting in Canberra, Australia for I lived there for a couple of years and thought it was kinda nice with the random weather there.
I obviously made the part of because of the storm no school up. If reality was like this...
