I don't own the concept of Assassin's Creed but the characters are mine.
Michael's hand dug deeper into his jacket pockets as a cold wind whipped against his face. He desired nothing more than to curl deep into the blankets of his warm bed. He went through the memories of the night, the girls, the drinks and the shenanigans with his friends and smiled blearily to himself. He walked purposefully through the city streets towards home, unworried and unconcerned, cutting through alleys as shortcuts, unafraid.
His slightly drunken reverie was interrupted by a loud bang down an alley to his right. Two figures exploded out of a building's door into the alley. Despite the darkness Michael was able to discern one was female and the other a slightly older male. The older man seemed to stumble holding his left side. The woman turned rapidly and attempted to shut the door but two more men came flying out. The older man who had emerged with the woman turned and attempted to engage these new arrivals. He attacked one while the woman fought the other.
Michael saw one of the new arrivals swing his fist viciously at the first older man who crumbled to the ground clearly unconscious. Michael had no idea who these people were or what was happening exactly. The first man and woman could very well have been burglarizing the building and the men who followed could have been the security. That being said they were a little over zealous 'apprehending' the burglars if that were the case.
Michael's slightly drunk brain did not register all of this immediately but he was brought up to believe that under no circumstances should a man hit a woman. So when he saw two men pummelling the woman he decided to intervene.
Michael sprinted as fast as his slightly intoxicated body could go barrelling into the first man. He grunted as he landed with Michael landed on top of him throwing hard accurate punches to his face. Michael didn't have a chance to turn around and check on the others but focused as best he could on his opponent in front of him. The man's face had been blooded by Michael's sudden and vicious assault but he had quickly reacted driving up and bucking Michael off of him. Both stood and circled eyeing each other warily. Michael was very aware of how heavy his breathing already was and the alcohol coursing through his system.
Michael's opponent lunged at him hoping to connect with a solid right to his temple. Michael ducked and through his own right hand which connected with a crunch to the man's nose. Michael, seeing his opportunity drove his foot into the man's groin. As he bent over clutching his damaged manhood Michael grabbed the back his head and drove a knee right into his chin. The man collapsed unconscious as Michael turned to help the woman only to find she had also dispatched her opponent.
'Quickly help me with him!' she said.
Michael stared drunkenly at her for a moment before grabbing the unconscious form of her partner under his arms. A black car screeched to a halt at the other end of the alley as Michael and the strange woman hurried down the alley.
'God damn it Brendan you're heavy!' the woman muttered under her breath.
The rear door on the right side of the car was thrown open as they reached the car.
'Get in!' The male driver yelled frantically.
Michael moved aside and manoeuvred 'Brendan' in. As Michael stepped aside his good deed done for the night the unfamiliar but recognisable sound of a bullet thudded into the car door.
'Shit! Get in!' the woman screamed.
Michael ran to the other side of the car and spotted three more men pouring out the building one with a gun raised aimed at the car. Michael threw himself into the car beside an unconscious Brendan as the woman climbed in beside the driver.
'Who the hell is he? Where is Steven?' The Driver yelled revving the engine.
'Shut up and just drive' the woman screamed as another bullet hit the car as they took off. Michael looked back seeing the man with the gun calmly walk into the middle of the road with the gun raised. Michael could see a faint smile playing across his lips in the light of the street lamps as he lowered the gun. Michael turned back facing forward wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.