"Sasha! Wait! Where are you going?"
He didn't wait a second running after her, he hurt her. Hurt her not through physical means, but through his words. It was his fault. All his. Now, all Demitri could do was run after her. He could see her slender body push people aside as her tried to get far away from him. But he refused to give up to easily. Then he lost her as she banked down an alleyway. He arrived too late.
There he saw her, laying in a cruppled heap as a man loomed over her, a knife stained crimson. His breathing came hard and pure anger swept over him as he charged at the man before he could pull a killing blow on Sasha, instead he turned and stabbed Demitri in the chest. He gasped, soundless as the scream that would have rose out choked in his throat. He collapsed to the ground as his world faded white as he whispered, "I'm sorry Sasha... I'm so sorry..." Then everything seemed to shatter like glass, everything gone from him.
Why could it not stay that way?
I know, random fic out of no where that makes no sense. We all incounter stuff like this and we all write it at least once. Well I decided to make a present day OC for once and see what the big deal is. Here's my outcome. What does this have to do with Assassins Creed? Well, you're about to find out.