Time Warp Quintet

A/N: Before I start the story, let me tell you guys how excited I am about doing this story. I've always wanted to do an Assassin's Creed one, and I'm glad I'm finally doing it. Hopefully you guys give my story a read and review, hm?

These recordings were found in storage room in the H. Johnson School in suburban Dallas. They were set top a shelf where a bonnet, a handkerchief, and hat were covering them. Each recording device was labeled 1-5, with a sticky note on the last one. On it, were the names of these following individuals and the message, "Without true purpose and ambition, you will never get to the place you call home." The following text is a word-by-word account of their story.

-Andy-

Before I say anything, let me explain to you the dynamic of our group so you won't think that we're a bunch of wild children without any sense.

Tate: No, Tate's not his real name. It's actually Jonathan, but he hates the name. Real nerd when it comes to Skyrim and other video games, yet has the nerve to criticize me and my love for MY video games. His 'not so nerdy' quirk to him is that he's a great actor. There are so many times when I wanted to punch him when he got to go him because he was "sick", and "needed medical attention right away" because he never studied for that surprise quiz we get in Health every other Friday, just to come back as ripe as a banana. (And yes Tate, I AM mad, bro!)

Matthew: He's the smart ass of the group. He does know his stuff when it comes to guns and explosives and all that other jazz. He once made a small exploding stink bomb that lit up half the school. Thank goodness the school is so cheap that they can't get working cameras, or else they would have known it was him. He says that's one of the perks about living in a pro gun state like Texas.

Brooke: Out of all of us, she's the dumb blond- and she's not even a blond! (Hush Brooke, I'm speaking for you.) She's completely useless when it comes to information about, well, anything. She's the trendsetter, the more likable of our little group. For some reason, she can never ace a history exam, but she can recall exactly what they wore, and why it went out of style, and kind of makeup they had used. -pause- Brooke told me to say that she's a good- no, great- singer. Please hint the sarcasm in my voice.

Tyler: He's the nerd. (What, I just can't leave it there? -pause- Fine.) Okay, expanding on that previous thought, he's the mechanical genius of us all. he can build almost anything if he set his mind to it. He once built phone charger for my iPhone when there was a blackout at the school for the entire day with only a AA battery, some wires, paper clips, and other useless junk that he found around the room. With a mind so brilliant, it also means he's also a Minecraft maniac, so there are lots of references to that game whenever he's involved in a conversation. (Don't look at me like that, it's true!)

Andy (Yours truly): And now time for moi. I guess you can call me the "unofficial" leader of the group. (Don't you guys deny it. I run this show!) Ahem, continuing where I left off before I was rudely interrupted, I pretty much call the shots. And it's not because I think myself superior, but because I know more about our situation better than the rest of this lot even though Tate and Matthew know how this story is going to end. THEY didn't spend countless hours researching the trivia about it, reading countless fanfictions- (Shut UP, Tate! -pause) Okay, maybe he's right, I AM a bit obsessive about this whole thing. But I digress.

It all started with that damn storage closet in the Theatre. The space was a complete disaster, yet we still find new ways of destroying it after -what, about twenty, twenty-five years? I had refused to step foot in there whatsoever, yet it was wonderful and stupid Tate that got us in there. And look where we were now; stuck, with our way home about a good 260 years in the future.

-Tyler-

Hey, this is Tyler here. Sorry you had to read Andy's short rant and very inaccurate descriptions about our little team, but never fear, for I am telling you what happened in a calm and non-lethal way- (And that's Andy yelling death threats in the background. Pay no attention to her.)

It was Thursday during third period Theatre. We had just got done with the first round of student directed playlets, and as usual, everybody was chilling out...except for us. We were on stage fooling around when Brooke had pointed to the open theatre closet. It was used as a prop room for past plays, but I looked absolutely horrible. Costumes were everywhere, there was a ladder that led to the roof covered in cobwebs that Andy would always freak out over, and to top it all off, there was a broken mirror on the floor with its shards all over the place that people would always step on. No wonder we keep getting fourth place at contest every year. That's Tate saying thats not why and I'm full of theatre superstition.)

Anyway, Brooke had waltzed up to the door and said, "I bet it leads to Narnia." It was a random thought, something she always has, and we decided since we had nothing else to do, we would talk about it.

Matthew shook his head and said, "I bet it leads to Reach."

Now with me being a huge Halo nerd, I start having a geek attack and go on with Matthew about it when Andy and Tate were having it out- again. Andy was defending her favorite character, Haytham from Assassin's Creed, saying he was, and I quote, "amazingly sexy in every way possible." Tate was saying that she "was overly obsessed and needed to get a grip on reality that it was never going to happen, and that the soon she accepts it, the better her life would be," speech. So of course with Andy being the dominate one in our group, she racked him. What possessed her to do so, I don't know, but the next thing we knew, Tate and Andy were both at each others throats, inching closer to the closet. Tate had somehow gotten the upper hand and grabbed Andy by her backpack strap and was pulling her into the storage room with the latter yelling curses at him. He knew how much she hated that small space, so he pushed her in and tried closing the door, but not before Andy pulled on his long hair and he came in with her. Since we knew that they were more than likely going to get us banned from the theatre, Matthew, Brooke and I decided to break it up before someone got hurt.

And I guess you guys can suspect what happened after that. We all got crammed in the closet, and then the lights went out, leaving us panicking like the stupid teenagers we are.

"Try opening the door to the theatre," I said when we all stopped screaming.

"We can't!" Tate responded. "The thing locks from the outside, so we can't get out unless someone opens it."

"Great," Brooke huffed. She pulled out her phone and her fingers started flying across the screen. "I'm texting Chase and Isela to get us out of here."

"No good," Tate said showing us his phone. "We have no service at all."

"Are you shitting me?" I asked with a straight face.

Tate pocket his phone when he said, "I shit you not."

"Great," Andy said. "We're now resorting to using Mass Effect references."

After much bumping into each other and random groping, we tried climbing up the ladder to the roof. "Isn't the door leading up there supposed to be locked?" Matthew asked.

Andy pushed herself to the front of the ladder and said, "Oh my dear sweet Ginger, this school is too cheap to lock that thing!" She waved her arms in the dark around us. "This little "blackout" is a perfect example! I bet they didn't even pay the light bill."

Matthew shrugged. "I didn't ask why the power went out, I just asked if the bloody door was unlocked." Andy facepalmed. Matthew was speaking in the Irish accent I had him use during my play, which in all honesty was pretty good, but I drove Andy to Hell and back.

"Well can someone go already?" Brooke whined. "We probably missed the tardy bell for fourth period."

"Alright! I'm going!"

Andy gingerly stepped on the first ring and shrieked.

"What happened?" I asked.

She wiped her hand on my Rangers t-shirt and said, "I touched a spider web! Gross!"

I pushed her back toward the metal ladder, a cold shiver going up my spine. "Well don't wipe it on me!"

"Just go already!" Tate yelled.

Andy stuck her tongue at him. "Fine." Going up the ladder, she whimpered every so often and kept wiping her hands on her jeans whenever she touched a spider web. When she got to the top, she banged on the metal door until it leaked a bit of sunlight. "Almost there," she called down. She banged on it again a few more times until it swung open, making a loud bang! sound when it hit the pavement.

She climbed up and out of the hole, and when she stood up and looked around, her face fell. "You have got to be freaking kidding me..."

Matthew cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "What happened? What's up there?"

When we didn't get a response, Tate started going up the ladder. "Let me get out of the depressing shithole." When he got to the top, his face mirrored Andy's. "That's fucking impossible."

Deciding not to wait any longer, the rest of us climbed the ladder to the roof. I was the last one up, and when I finally pulled myself up to the surface, I understood why the others were in shock.

We were on a ship stranded out in the middle of the ocean.

-Brooke-

Being stranded out in the middle of nothing but water at the very to of a ship didn't sit too well with me, especially since I was terrified of heights. The surface we were standing on was just big enough that we couldn't knock each other off if we moved. I tried opening the hatch that we came back from, only found empty space that led down the the main deck. I closed it immediately and tried fitting myself smack-dab in the middle, staying away from the edges as much as I could.

After he regained himself from the initial shock, Matthew pointed out at something behind us. "I see the coast!"

"Wait a minute," Tate pushed me so he could get close to the edge. "We JUST left the port! I can still see people walking around, clear as day."

"What the HELL are they wearing?" Andy whispered in confusion. "I mean, who wears frilly dresses anymore?"

Now that got my attention. Making my way toward the edge, I asked, "What are you-" Hope skirts. The women were wearing hoop skirts.

Now a thing you should know about me: I pride myself on being a trend setter when it comes to fashion, so imagine my shock when I saw that these woman were wearing these huge skirts, parading around like they were Cinderella or something. What was up with those things on their heads anyway? (Andy said they were called bonnets, but I could care less.) And the guys...don't get me started on them. Lace? On a guy? I don't mean to sound snotty or anything- (Shut up, Tyler!) but lace and guys just don't mix. Except if you're Justin Beiber.

(Andy just called me a Mary-Sue. Well she can just go f-)

ANYWAY, the guys were all dressed with lace and really long coats that reminded me of the ones in the Matrix, and other spy movies. Some had these hats on them that looked like a taco, and comparing them to one made me really hungry right then. I guess my stomach didn't want be ignored like it usually is, and so it decided to see if it could make the mating call of a blue whale.

"Hush you," I hissed.

Matthew looked at me and decided to open the hatch that lead down to the rest of the ship. "Since Brooke's stomach thinks it can wake the dead, I'm going to do something about that."

Before he could start going down, Andy stopped him. "Stop and shut up!" We were quiet for a second before we heard yelling down below. Andy rushed to the side and the creepiest smile crept to her face. "This is amazing..." She went over to Tate and grabbed the front of his shirt. "This is fucking amazing!" She pushed him to the edge and made him look over. "Tell me dear Jonathan, do you see who I see?"

Tate didn't respond at first since he was still looking at Andy like she was crazy. When he did look over, his eyes went wide and he groaned. "Of all the places that rip-off Narnia closet chose to take us, it had to be here?"

Finally done with this little game they were both playing, I looked over to the side to see what was so interesting. From this high up, I saw a bunch of guys in a circle around these two who looked to be fighting. One was wearing pants and a plaid shirt, looking like your average Joe, while the other one was deck out in one of those taco hats, a blue cape and coat, his hair brown long enough to be tied back into a ponytail. They both were swinging punches at each, but it looked like the taco dude was winning.

"Who are those guys?" I asked.

"They guy getting his ass kicked? I honestly have no idea," Andy answered. "I think his name was Graves or something." She then pointed to the guy in the blue. "But that Brooke," she said, her smile getting wider. "Is Haytham Kenway."