Hi, this is my first Assassins Creed fic, hey, I know its been done like at least a thousand times but hey, maybe this time it'll be different.
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I walked in and threw my backpack down amongst the pile of shoes, hats and jackets that made up the makeshift cloakroom at the base of the abandoned hooks on the wall. I could hear the sounds of people dying emitting from the living room. My brother. Playing Assassins Creed, again.
My arm ached like hell. I go rock climbing every Wednesday after college and free climbing on Saturdays after I've finished at the stables and I think I strained it.
"Is Jackson home?" My mum was in the Kitchen, making dinner.
"He's with his friends in the living room, Lizzy, dear god, can you please get them to do something other than play that stupid game."
It's not a stupid game. I carried on down the hall, pausing to check my appearance in the mirror before taking another bite of my apple and entering the living room, the sound of the game immersed me, the surround sound reverberating off the walls, it smelt like boys, yeurgh. I walked to the window, opened the curtains and pushed the window open.
"Close them." My twins voice rose like the sound of a ghostly being from the collection of clothes, skin and popcorn on the bean bag on the floor.
"Shut up. You're being antisocial, mum said you had friends round."
"Not Mikey, sorry, daaarlin'." Jackson couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice. I blushed.
"They've gone to get beer. You know for the party on Friday, free house etc."
"Mum know we're drinking?"
"No, We're 18, it's not illegal. She doesn't care."
"Are you going to be friendly or sit there staring at that game all day." I looked at the screen, Altair was climbing up and over a large window, then onto the steeple of what appeared to be a massive church, he got to the top and balanced on this cross thing, looking out over the city. Wow, I loved this game, well, I would but J never lets me play.
"This is Acre, isn't it? It's beautiful." I took another bite of my apple.
My brother grunted his agreement before swan diving off the building and into a small pile of hay. Yeah, like that's realistic. Incredibly awesomely cool, but unrealistic.
"Now do you see why I want to play this game?"
"Yeah but you ain't gunna."
"What, that's unfair. I bought it for you."
"Yeah and I said thanks."
"Slob."
"Bitch."
"My PS3."
"My Telly."
He had me there, and TV trumps console, as always.
"Your so, so, so-"
"So, what?"
"Fuck you! I hate being a twin." I threw my apple core into the bin on the other side of the room. It was a good shot, if I did say so myself. Stormed out of the room. Slammed the door.
"Hey!" Mum called from the kitchen.
"Give it a rest." Mum knew better than to get in my way after I'd argued with J. The door opened and in strolled J's friends, Mikey included.
"Hi, Liz."
"Hey, Mike."
I heard J's shout from the living room. "ELIZABETH, YOU DIDN'T SHUT THE FUCKING CURTAINS."
I clenched my fists and stormed upstairs, hearing my mother apologise profusely on her children's behalf.
I flung myself on my bed and checked my watch, 7:54. I groaned and flicked on the radio and started reading my history textbook,Crusades, 1095-1272 and their effects on the people of the Middle East. Revisions a bitch, but so are A-levels. I checked my watch again, 8:47. Awwh, OK, revise 'til 9, shower, then bed, I plugged my iPod into charge and continued revising, god I hate the Crusades.
~Next Morning~
"Liz, you're gonna be late, J's already taken the car and left."
Well he would wouldn't he, he's an asshole. 7:53. Shit, the Belle-City shuttle left in 7 minutes. I grabbed my toast and shoved it in my mouth, trying not to lost grip on it as I hastily applied eye liner, the hair would have to wait for the bus journey. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.
"Bye Mum."
"See you on Sunday, dear."
7:57, fuck, time goes fast when you need it. A short cut loomed ahead, the alley was overgrown with bushes and weeds, but it was my only way of getting to the bus stop on time. I pushed my way in through the branches. I closed my eyes to stop things pinging back into them and stumbled blindly through the passage. Stubbed my toe on a rock. Fuck. The alley suddenly heated up, the sun must be shining on this side. The Bushes became more dry and scratchy and I could feel the ground beneath me grow dustier, unusual for April. And then suddenly I was free, I opened my eyes and stepped out into, into somewhere, not right.
There was dust everywhere, coating everything, on the street, on the buildings, on the tops of buildings, on the people, the animals, everywhere. Geese and straggly sheep were being herded to some unseen market around the corner of a mud brick building. Where the hell am I?
I looked at my watch, 7:59, shit. I turned around and started to make my way back through the passage to a part of Belle-City that I actually recognised, but there was a wall, a great, big, solid wall. Wait. WHAT! I looked around, the wall stretched out in both directions like some huge bear, trying to smother me. I pushed and thumped it but it would budge.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." I sank to my knees and took of my school bag, its contents thudding to the ground. I'm lost, truly and utterly lost, wait, my phone, thank fuck I've got it on me. I pulled it out of my shorts pocket and turned it on. No network coverage, shit. I held it up and checked the bars, none. The wall was probably blocking the signal.
I picked up my bag, slung it on my back and slunk cautiously out of the bushes. I looked around, It felt like someone was watching me, I looked up, to the roofs. I could have sworn I saw a shadow flicker on one of the roof gardens, I must be hallucinating, looking around, it wouldn't be implausible, everyone here wore really weird clothes and the kids ran around in the street with bare feet, running in and out of what I really hoped wasn't sewage.
I must have looked weird to these people too cause a lady behind a stall selling fruit called out to me.
"You 'ent from round 'ere are ya?" Her voice had a slight middle-eastern accent to it and she was missing half her teeth, her tanned skin looked battered by the elements and she wore some sort of full length dress-toga thing with a sort of hood-wrap thing, she must have been boiling. She was standing next to a cart of hay, wait, a cart of hay? Why the hell was there hay in Belle-City, let alone a cart of it
"I was wondering where I could get signal round here?"
"Signal, what's signal?" She gazed me up and down and I suddenly felt under dressed. I had a long white sleeveless top on with a long dark red elbow length cardigan and denim shorts with dark red tights and hi-top trainers that I use for climbing. And my black backpack.
"Sorry?"
"Where you from, child, and where's your chaperone. A pretty youn' lady like you sh'udnt be walking aroun' this neighbourhood alone."
I was starting to agree with her.
"I'm from-" Where was I from? I couldn't say Belle-City, I doubt I was even in England any more, or the 21st century for that matter. "I came from over there." I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the wall. Her eyes widened.
"GUARDS, INTRUDER, THIEF, SPY!"
"Have you lost your mind!"
The people in the street had suddenly scattered, throwing me suspicious looks.
"You came in over the wall. HELP! HELP! INTRUDER! GUARDS!"
I could hear people running from the direction of the market, one of the kids who were playing in the street started to cry.
Then, two things happened, first about a dozen guys dressed as knights came bowling round the corner, drawing swords as they ran and second, the cart full of hay next to me exploded, sending a shower of straw all over me. I turned to look at the hay. A man burst from it. Sword drawn. He stabbed the first man in the neck then kicked his body into the path of the next.
Suddenly the next man was on the ground, a small knife sticking out of his forehead and it was like time slowed down, the hay-man was like an angel of death. The blood flew everywhere, the eyes of the first man stared lifelessly up at me, bright red blood from his neck spurting in all directions.
My sight went into tunnel mode, I felt faint. The corners of my vision started to darken, I knew the hay-man was still killing but I couldn't quite lift my head to see it, the next thing I knew he had grabbed me by the wrist and was dragging me away, where to, I have no idea, he just kept muttering something about lines of sight. In the end, we sat down on a bench and I tried to catch my breath, getting my first real glimpse of this saviour of mine. Oh no.
"Altair?"
I must be losing it.
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R&R