ACFF (Assassins Creed FanFiction). Chapter one by Curlz3
MUST READ THIS OR YOU WILL GET CONFUSED!: hi there reader! Thanks for choosing us now I'd like tell you about our profile Hypergirl14andCurlz 3, it consists of two co-writers, hypergirl14 and myself (best friends of course ^.^). We started off this fan fiction as a pass time and from then it has grown and gathered momentum and we hope you enjoy it as much as we have! I curlz3 write the odd numbered chapters from my character p.o.v, and hypergirl14 writes the evenly numbered chapters from her character's p.o.v. btw this is a very long fanfic (all the better right?) happy reading…
Disclaimer: obviously we do not know assassin's creed or any of the characters used (all credit to the great minds at Ubisoft!)
Dawn was soon breaking over the jagged sky line of Rocky Mountains, my sword weighted heavily in its sheath slowing my progress up to the assassins' fortress. Some of the village residents give me familiar suspicious glances, I examine my clothing. My white robes had become spattered with distinct red droplets of blood, and by the looks of things it was obvious it wasn't an easy assassination ( nor discreet for that matter).
I do my best to cover up the gruesome stains, but Templar blood isn't that easy to hide unlike normal blood, some say this is because it tainted with the evil. I don't disagree. The residents of Masyaf were used to us assassins but still we are to hide in the darkness, the people know we kill but we must show no evidence. After all there are children living in the walls of Masyaf!
The Towering stone walls of the fortress loomed above me, huge flags fluttered in the hot breeze. It was relieving to be 'home'. I straighten up and dusted any dirt from my garments, we as the higher rank assassins must be an example of confidence and loyalty in our, well, let's call it 'line of work'. I stride in underneath the large arched entrance. before me i could see the familiar scene of assassins soldiers in perfect formation, young apprentices in training and few civilians that came to sell with the scholars their wares, everything was how i had left it a few weeks previous. the air was filled with the sweet sounds of commands and the clashing and clanging of newly forged swords all laced with the smell of hay and sweat of effort. My mind was somewhere else when a tall figure stepped out in front of me, if it weren't for the assassin's quick reactions I might have walked straight into them.
"Well well, eager to get to the master are we?" Altair says, his voice mocking. He leans heavily on the arch side, his broad arms crossed in front of his elaborate waist belt, lined with weapons and poisons.
"Altiar! YOU STARTLED ME!" I snap back with a distinct flare of annoyance. He always did this; he is the highest in our rank and hates anyone levelling him. Unbelievably competitive.
"Why so jumpy? Not finish of your target right? Think he might come and get you?" He pressurises with a patronising under tone in his voice, he smiles wryly deepening my irritability.
"No! He was defiantly dead, and I only killed my target. Unlike someone. Told Al Mualim yet of killing an innocent?" I come back sharply, knowing this would infuriate him. I feel an irresistible leer dance to my lips as I watched his perfect brow furrow. His moist lips tighten.
"No… the mission was completed anyways" he replied coldly his eyes glaring like a stalking lion.
"Yes, but for what price"
Altair moved closer to me until me was inch from my face. I could feel his body warmth radiate but the coldness of his demeanour was far more over powering.
"I did what I had to do" he said softly next to my ear, I wasn't expecting such a sentence to be said so so… seductively. What the hells he playing at?!
"We'll wait and see what happens" I whisper back fiercely. I sense his grin; I could feel his humid breath on my ear. His moutn centimetres away from my skin.
Just then a cry from the battlements sounded
"TEMPLARS ARE ATTACKING!"
Another tall figure appeared upon the low raising wall beside us. I pulled jerked my neck away from Altair, who same somewhat bewildered when I did so. I looked up into the brightening sunlight to see Asin, his brilliant smile looking down upon me.
"The master wants you on the tower" he announces formally.
He holds out his hand, and I hurryingly take it, glad to have an excuse to escape from the strange Altair. Asin pulled me up and just as we were about to leave, Asin turns and said regretfully
"He also wants you Altair…"
I instantly became exasperated at the words, him and I never really did see eye to eye.
"I'll take another root" Altair replies mysteriously
'GOOD! Don't get lost!' I spoke sarcastically inside my mind, I regret now saying it.
Altair vanishes and Asin turns back to me and speaks
"Think you can beat my record"
"I think you mean MY record" I retort with friendly offence. He just looks down and smiled.
We made our way to the top tower and positioned ourselves on the gang planks. Where I could observe the immense crowd of Templars on one side of the gate and gathered assassins on the other, all was hushed. It was about to begin. When signalled we would perform the leap of faith. i could hear my heart as it rhythmically kept its paced drum.
