Assassins' Creed: 2015
Ch.1
This is a miscellaneous story containing me and some friends in a cross world between AC and this world. Some ideas taken from the AC game series.
Enjoy
The boy and the girl walked down the busy downtown street. It was a chilly afternoon in mid-November. The two walked close together. There was the occasional wolf whistle from a teen boys on the street, trying to "hook up" with the girl, but they were either put down by the girl herself or the boy. The two talked, but also kept their eyes and ears open. Anyone could be an enemy. Anything could be a device or a weapon. And no, it wasn't paranoia, it was what they were taught. As time had changed, so had the creed. They had no more use of grown men who were just being taught. They needed assassins who had been trained from early childhood. As the Templar order inducted more and more teens, so did the creed.
The two were an intimidating sight. The boy was 15. He had blond hair, stood at 5'6", and weighed 150 lbs. he was a very fit individual, and had a very strong southern accent. He wore an AC syndicate hoodie, a red sleeveless shirt, black sports pants, dark colored Nike tennis shoes, and black fingerless gloves. he also occasionally wore a red and black gas mask. A gold and silver fire cross necklace was around his neck. He had a devil tattoo on his shoulder. The most noticeable, and startling, thing about him were his eyes. They were Electric red. The eyes were somehow able to hold a combination of humor, cruelty, kindness, intelligence, mischief, coldness, and cautiousness. He was a cold, calculating individual, and he loved getting his hands dirty. He was a born fighter. His weapons of choice were his dual wielded one handed swords that were a cross between a roman short sword and a Japanese sacrificial sword that they used in WWII. His superiors had given him the code name "War," and he led the elite assassin group known as the seven horsemen of apocalypse. His real name was Chris Blake,
The girl next to him was also 15. She was 5'5" and weighed a slim 115 lbs. she was also a very fit individual, and she had a southern accent, though not as strong, or noticeable, as her partners. Her eyes were as gray as a wolf's fur, and she had a scar the size of a staple on her bottom lip. She had caramel-blond hair. She also wore an AC syndicate hoodie, but with grey sports pants, white Nikes, silver gloves, and a white tank top. Her eyes were less cold than her partner's, but she was still a cautious individual. Her weapon of choice was a bowie knife. Her superiors had given her the code name "scarlet." Her real name was Diana Scarlet. She went by her last name.
"How many desperate boys was that?" Scarlet asked as she left a stunned boy lying on the sidewalk with a bloody nose and black eye.
Chris tallied up the number in his head. "I'd say about…30 or so just from today."
"Why do they all try to hook up with me?" Scarlet complained.
"Can't say I blame 'em. There's this thing about you that attracts a lot of people. But, you never have any fun with it."
"Because it's funnier to just straight out say no to boys' faces. You enjoy toying with girls' emotions before you break it to them that you aren't interested." Scarlet said as she shrugged.
Chris smirked. She was cute when she was like this. Then again, she was always cute. It was a very helpful tool to use. Especially when fighting. It was the element of surprise. Scarlet was an intelligent girl. That stereotype about dumb, giggly blonds didn't apply to her, and it definitely not to him.
"Why are grinning like that?" Scarlet asked as she took his hand in hers.
"You're cute when you're straightforward."
"Oh, so I'm not cute the rest of the time?" Scarlet asked with a pouty face.
Side note: I couldn't think of a different name for it. Don't judge me.
"Wha- ? No! No, I'm not saying-"
Scarlet laughed. "Relax, I'm just playing with you."
Chris rubbed his head and sighed. "Why do girls do that?"
Scarlet smiled. "The reactions are funny."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We still meeting up with the gang?"
"Yeah. They said meet them at the restaurant. We'd better get over there soon."
"Oh, relax, Scarlet. If we're late, they'll understand. They're part of the order too. The worse that could happen is the pizza will get cold."
Scarlet shook her head. "You don't worry enough about these sort of things."
"No, you just worry too much about them."
Suddenly, a bright glint caught his eye. A small hand movement- a twitch, really- had shown him two things: a Swiss army knife, and a signal to a small group of people slowly surrounding them. Chris nudged Scarlet. She glanced around and nodded. They turned and began walking into a dark alley. Chris turned to Scarlet.
"Let me take care of this one. You've been having fun all day. It's my turn."
"You sure?" Scarlet asked with an eyebrow raised.
Chris smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yep. It's been a while since I got my hands dirty. t
Scarlet smirked. "Where's the best seat?"
"I'd say…there." He pointed up to a fire escape.
She smirked with a bright laugh in her eyes. She kissed his check, ran to the wall, jumped, turned, pushed herself of the wall with on foot, grabbed onto the railing, and pulled herself up. That was another useful skill they'd been taught: parkour. Chris checked the gauntlets on his forearms. Line launcher: check. Brass knuckles: check. And, most importantly, hidden blades: check. He turned to the sound of footsteps as the group started to advance slowly. He smirked, popped his neck, and. Let the games begin.
And that's the first chapter. Now here's this; do you want to be an assassin? If so, follow the mandate bellow. PM me the OC or comment it. It has to be serious.
Name:
Hometown:
Age:
Race:
Height:
Weight:
Personality:
Physical attributes:
Hair color:
Eye color:
Attire:
Main weapon:
Long range weapon:
Misc. weapon (throwing knives, smoke pellets, etc.):
Hidden blade type:
Why he/she became an assassin:
Code-name:
And that's all. See ya next time!