Assassin's Creed Redemption
I don't own Assassin's Creed Ubisoft does. If I did there would be one set in Victorian London, and WWII... and the Salem Witch Trials... I think I have too many ideas...
Thud. "More." I barked slamming my cup down to the bar; the whiskey only kept the memories away for so long. Even as he filled my tankard to the brim, memories of Lisbon flashed before my eyes. The buildings I had only just walked past crumbling around me, the innocent I had sworn to protect being buried alive. Their homes shaking from the foundations and crashing to the street. The fire over the city as I sailed away on the Morrigan. Just another mess the useless Shay Cormac had made. Only this time I wasn't the only one who got hurt.
Thud. "Again." The drink wasn't working. All the memories were coming back. My arrival back at the Homestead was chief among them. I had stormed through the door like I always do when I'm angry; eader to face the problem head on. As stubborn as a bull, my mother always said and about half as smart. I had grabbed Achilles by the lapels and screamed in his face. "You knew! You knew what would happen!" Just like me, it was always someone else's fault. Thud.
Liam tore me off the Master and threw me against the wall, "Calm down Shay! What happened?" He held up his hands in a calming gesture I'd seen farm hands used on spooked animals all my life. There he was always giving me a fair chance. He was the who deserved to call himself an Assassin. Not me.
I was obviously one animal it didn't work on. "He knew!" I shouted "Lisbon's gone just like Haiti! His mad quest for power made me slaughter innocents!"
This time it was Achilles himself who threw me against the wall. "You dare show me such disrespect! Have you forgotten who taught you the Creed!" With anyone else it would have come off as bluster but I saw real sorrow in the old man's eyes. It was true; Achilles lived up to all aspects of our oath and never strayed from the path. He would never knowingly allow innocents to die even if it meant allowing targets to escape. Then the full weight of what I had done struck and I knew those lives were on me. I was the one who failed the Creed. All the fight left my body and I vaguely remember being thrown from his office and leaving my equipment on the table. I wasn't worthy of calling myself an Assassin. I may have left a note, I'm not sure but I took a horse from the stables and just started riding. I'd drop it off with the first Assassin I came across. I just had to leave, knowing I had no place amongst these great men and women willing to risk life and limb to protect the freedom of others. I couldn't even die right. Somehow I ended up in a pub in the seedy part of New York and there I stayed, trying to forget. So far it hadn't worked. Thud.