DiScLaImEr: I own nothing of Assassin's Creed series! Vidic, Abstergo, Templar, Assassin, Ezio, absolutly none of that. I do however own any orginal characters. But other than that... nothing!
Yeah, brilliant idea Elea. Let's switch places since we look so much alike. Oh yeah sure! Let's do that as long as you're not leaving out any important things like you got involved in a gang that wants you dead. I'm going to haunt her.
As my ranting continued the cloth bag over my head grew hotter as more of my warm breath swelled inside of it. I could still smell the brownie I was enjoying an hour before I was nabbed. Now, I'm stuck tied in ropes at my hands that are also tied to my waist and then my ankle fell like they're permanently joined together. On a darker note, the room keeps rocking back and forth so I'm guessing I'm on a boat.
"Pull her out!" I heard someone yell as the door was swung open.
Ocean air slowly made its way into my bag and I could taste the salt . I felt some weight added to my waist and that's when it finally clicked. I am going to die. I am going to drown to death in the ocean because of Elea and my idiocy to agree to her switch plan. But more importantly, I am going to die. I started to wiggle around trying to loosen the ropes but they seemed only to get tighter. I could feel my lungs start to inhale and exhale faster and less air got to my head.
"I'm not Elea! I'm not! I'm not!" I pleaded with the people. I heard their laughter as they didn't believe me and I was picked up once again.
I squirmed around and tried kneeing my carrier in the chest but I felt the rail of the boat on the back of my thigh. I could feel fearful tears well on the brim of my eyes. "I'm not E-elea!" I managed to choke out one more time before I felt a push on my shoulder and water crashed around me.
I held my breath for as long as I could and slowly let it out noticing I was sinking. My tears joined in the ocean as it was fully realized I am going to die. I was on my last bit of oxygen and at the very edge of consciousness when I felt something dive into my stomach knocking out my last breath and I gave into the blackness.
I felt my chest rising up and down steadily. Wait… I'm breathing? I shot up and realized what a bad idea that was as the blood rushed into my head and I fell back onto the pillow. Pillow? Where am I? I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around noting how everything looked like new antiques. There was a window across from the bed I was in.
"So, you join the land of the living?" a male voice suddenly spoke with an Italian accent.
I jumped and fell out of the bed. The man standing in a corner off to the side of the bed stepped out. He was wearing white clothes with a hood and a red sash covered his waist as well as a belt with a weird 'A' looking symbol. I know I've seen it somewhere before. Then that cape… what is he a super hero?
"Yep, the land of the dead was to dead-y for my tastes," I responded nervously after a moment of looking at the man.
He let out an amused huff and walked over to me and held out a hand to help me off the floor. I looked at it for a minute before getting up on my own. I have no idea if I can trust this guy yet. Even if he did save my life, who knows what he could have done while I was passed out. There are just so many sick freaks these days.
"Ezio! Has she awoken? Ah! You have! Are you feeling well?" another man with an Italian accent suddenly burst into the room. His face covered in genuine concern.
I nodded slowly taking note of the man's clothes. They seem old timey, like around the Renaissance era. And then the artist brie on top of his close shoulder length hair was lying crooked.
"Good news to hear! He found you near the bottom of the canal passed out and barely breathing. Thank goodness there was a doctor nearby!" the blonde man chattered on, but my focus shifted the white clothed man.
His hood was covering most of his face and only one feature could really be made out to distinguish him; a small scar off on the side of his lips. I skimmed over his few visible facial features a few more times to find something else to make a face out of him, but nothing else could be seen. My eyes lingered back on the symbol. I know for sure I've seen it before. But where? School? I ran through my memories of history class for anything. Nothing. Home? Books? Book! That one I found in the attic of Gramps when I was ten! What did that symbol mean? Damn it! I never read the book! Or maybe it was a journal.
"Well, my name is Leonardo! And what might your name be?" the question from him suddenly brought me back from the depths of my mind.
"Blare. Blare Ayros. Nice to meet you. And thank you very much for saving me," I smiled gratefully.
"Although, that will be forty-five florins for the doctor bill," the cloaked man had a smirk hidden under the hood.
"Ezio!" Leonardo whispered harshly to the man and elbowed him in the arm.
"Only a joke," Ezio rubbed his arm.
Florins? Where am I? Wait… canal?
"Wait. Did you say you found me in a canal?" I suddenly asked.
"Yes. You were just sinking your way down," Ezio confirmed.
Woah… I thought I was tossed out far in the ocean!
"Where am I?"
"Venice… is everything ok?" Leonardo looked at me.
I felt the blood leave me face. I was in Florida when I passed out. I know for a fact I couldn't have floated across whatever ocean that is without dying and end up in Italy. My mind rushed with questions and suddenly everything started to spin. Not the normal spin, but the scene kept changing. First I was in the street then in some house and then some more places I've never seen before.
"Damn it. I guess we need to pull her out huh?" I heard a grumpy male voice yell.
"Sorry," a young male voice sounded scared.
Suddenly everything stopped spinning and a small screen appeared in front of me. I could see a half-assed put together roof through it. It felt like I was on an examination table in a morgue but the curved surface made it slightly more comfortable. Finally, the screen moved out of the way and I sat up alert and ready to go down kicking and screaming this time if it came to that. In front of me stood a man in a white tech coat and graying hair. I'm guessing he was the grump yelling before. Off to the left behind the old guy was the young male I heard before. Blonde hair and green eyes were the first to be noticed plus his nervous stance and sorry expression.
"Welcome to Abstergo, Ms. Ayros," the old guy said with a displeased look.
A/N: First off, yes i know retarded title but I really suck at titles for stuff! Anyway, moving on! Yeah! My first (posted) fanfic! So what do you think? Is it pretty good? Or should I just stop writing it right now before I want to kill myself for ever writing such a horrid story? Well anyway! Please review! It would be much thanked! Even if it is just trashing it! XD But seriously... please review!
