Notes: For my friend Alex, who threatened to steal every left shoe I own if I didn't write this.
Disclaimer:I really, really, REALLY wish I owned Assassin's Creed...Alas, I do not, and that depresses me to no end.
Claimer: I have my left shoes back.
Chapter 1 – "Go where, Sherlock?"
Alex POV
"Ugh..." I stirred awake. I frowned at the prickling feeling on my skin. Opening my eyes, I saw pink. Lots of pink.
"Huh?" I sat up and looked around. Apparently, I was in a flower cart, in the middle of a market. Hopping out of it, I frowned.
Dresses…guards…beggars…guards…stands…armored guards…
"Oh, how craptastic…" I turned and started calmly walking away, hoping the guard I made eye contact with wouldn't follow.
"Hey, you!" no such luck. I walked a bit faster. When I turned a corner and looked back, I saw there were now three guards tailing me. Switching to a sprint, I elbowed my way through the men and women, then sharply turned a corner and pressed myself to the wall, panting. The guards ran past, yelling in…
"Italian?" I whispered.
"Have you gotten into trouble too, mia cara?" a voice said into my ear.
"Ahh!" I shrieked and stumbled backwards into the street.
"There!" the guards turned and headed towards me.
"Shit." I started running again. I faintly heard laughing coming from my former hiding place, but paid no attention to it. I ran until there was no more floor. Literally. I stared off into the water. Hearing the guards' boots thumping on the wood, I turned around and gulped.
"What is a ragazza doing running around Venice in such strange clothes?" one of the guards asked. He seemed to be the one in charge.
"Um…" I looked down at my baby blue chucks, faded jeans and white T-shirt.
clang
I looked up to see the guards fighting off a man wearing a white hood.
"Run!" he yelled.
"Run where, Sherlock?" I flailed, indicating the dead end I was in.
As a response, the guy in white threw all three guards, one by one in the water. Their heavy armor and clothes made it difficult for them to swim back to the docks.
"Alé!" the guy grabbed my wrist and started sprinting away, dragging me along. We ran (or, stumbled, in my case) until the man stopped and turned to face me.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I'm Alex…" I said, pulling my wrist from his grasp. "You?"
"Why are you dressed so strangely?" he continued.
"Right back at ya…" I eyed his cape. A cape, for fuck's sake.
"Signorina, I advise you to not mock me." The man took a threatening step forward, but I could hear the humor in his voice.
"Well, then," I stepped back. "Thanks for the help, but I think I'll be going home now." I smiled at him. 'assuming I can…' I added in thought.
"I'll walk you back." He said. "A gentleman never leaves a lady alone. Even one as strange as yourself."
"Hey, you listen here now." I raised my finger.
"I meant no offense, cara." The man interrupted in a silky voice. I narrowed my eyes and lowered my hand. "Where do you live?" he asked, offering me his arm. I ignored it.
"I don't know."
He seemed to falter a little.
"You don't know." He repeated. "You don't know where you live."
"I know it's not in this…world? Dimension? Time? Whatever."
"…"
"…"
"What?" he sounded incredulous. I would have loved to see his face.
"Look at me." I explained in a tone one would use when talking calmly to a child. "Have you ever seen clothes like this? Have you ever heard someone talk with the same accent as me?"
"…"
"I thought not." I turned around and started walking. Where? Good question. Let's leave it for the FAQ later on.
"Wait." I felt him hold my shoulder. "If you've got nowhere to go, maybe my friend can help you." He said.
"No thank you, I'd like to find shelter on my own instead of relying on a faceless, nameless stranger and his friend." I smiled sweetly. Or tried to, at any rate.
"As my upbringing forbids me to leave a lady unaccompanied…" he bent down and touched his shoulder to my stomach. Not even uttering a sound, he picked me up and carried me off like a sack of potatoes.
Potato. Ha. Funny word. No, really, say it out loud.
...
Anyway, I was speechless for a moment, but soon my vocal chords were assaulting his eardrums.
"For goodness' sake, woman, if you move too much we might fall!" he held onto a ledge.
"Put me down!" I screamed, trying to ignore the faraway ground below us. Why did he have to run through the roofs? The tiles were loosening under our combined weight, and my constant moving (read: hysteric flailing) wasn't helping much.
After what seemed like hours he threw me off the roof. I was so shocked I didn't even shout. Then, pink engulfed me again. I heard a muffled thump to my left and squeaked when an arm grabbed mine and pulled me out of the flowers.
"We're here." The man announced.
'must…resist…urge…kiss…ground…not resisting well…dammit.' I collapsed on the stone ground. No, I didn't kiss it, but I was close. Stupid weak knees. Looking up at the hooded man, I could only see the lower half of his face. Smirking. Oh, if only my legs were flesh instead of marshmallow…
"Where exactly is here?" I asked instead.
"The great Leonardo's home studio." He gestured to the door.
I raised an eyebrow. Sure, I liked art, I even build a little paper airplane from Leonardo da Vinci's sketches for my history class, but still…great?
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