Hello, and welcome to my first fanfiction.
It is for Assassin's Creed, and instead of it being set in the reality of Assassin's Creed, it is set in our own reality in a dark future where Earth is slowly starting to run out of resources and the world explodes into chaos because of it. Eventually America is taken over by a group claiming to be the Templars, who seem to be searching for something, and using brute force to find it. Their killing of innocent people is witnessed on a daily basis, as they attempt to gather information.
A small group of friends who live in an ordinary suburb in New York decide to fight back as the Assassins of the situation. It is told from a first person perspective, however in later chapters the character narrating may switch between a few different ones.
I hope you enjoy this unique form of Fanfiction.

CHAPTER ONE

"Flashback- 2030"

Despite us truly acting as Assassins beginning only recently, I can remember there being one time before when I did something Assassinish.

It was back in the year 2030. I was 18, and it was a week before the senior prom at our highschool.

I was walking to my car to go home at dismissal when I overheard it.
It was the group of kids who stood outside and smoked cigarettes at dismissal every day.

I can't recall exactly what they said, but they were planning to bring guns to the prom.

When I heard that, I didn't know what to think.

But I knew I had to take action against it.

I thought how. Then I remembered.

One day, my father showed me a game he used to play. It was called Assassin's Creed. In it, the protagonist had this knife hidden beneath his sleeve he deployed with the flick of a wrist.

That was how. I would make my own, and I would use it to kill those kids before they could do anything.

I don't know why I didn't just call the police. I probably should have done that, but my mind was full of too many other things. I don't know why this happened to me. I just had to do that. I had to make the blade and use it. My mind was driving me to do that.

It would take me years to find out what that thing in my mind driving me to do what I did was.

When I arrived home, I immediately began to work. Hours later, I had finished the base mechanism. Consisting of some slides from an old computer desk, some springs and other small parts, along with straps to fasten it to my arm, I had finished it. It wouldn't have worked without this thin, almost invisible but very strong thread I found in the garage. I set it up so two of those strings came out of the mechanism and onto a ring. Moving my finger in a certain way pulled the string, which in turn toggled the locking mechanism for the blade. When it was unlocked, the blade moved freely. I could extend the blade by pointing my arm down and opening the lock with my finger; it would then come out with gravity. Then I would move my finger again to lock the blade in its extended position.

It was difficult to build, but I had it. Now all I needed was the actual blade itself.
I went into the kitchen and I got an old knife. The blade was nice and sharp. It would do. With some force I managed to remove the wooden handle from the blade. I then mounted it onto the system of slides and tested it. It worked.

I now had my weapon.

Then, a week later, the prom came. I had no date. Such trivial things as love didn't concern me. I wore a black suit, with the hidden blade concealed beneath the left sleeve.
when I arrived at the school, I did not go in. I climbed up onto the roof. There were lots of handholds on the outer wall, so it was easy.

I had made sure I got there early, when nobody was there yet. I started to watch the parking lot.

It was a long time after that that I finally saw them. They parked in a truck and got out.

There were three of them. They went to the trunk and took a handgun for each of them out and concealed them under their suit jackets, and started to head in.

Once they passed my position on top of the school, I jumped from the roof into a tree, and from the tree onto the ground. I started to follow them. It took some time. They hung out for a while and acted natural. I moved around with them closer to them than they would think. I moved from crowd to crowd, never taking an eye off them.

Then it happened. They pulled out their guns and shot into the air to cause a panic. People screamed and ran. Now was the time. I extended the blade and came up to one who was taking aim from behind. I forced the blade into the back of his neck, and pulled it out. He hit the floor dead. In shock, the other two dropped their guns and ran.

Soon after, the police came. I was in no trouble. I was in fact credited for preventing the horrible events that could have happened.

But what was that feeling in my mind driving me to solve that problem the way I did? To act like this crazy character from a game that came out almost 20 years ago?

It would take me another ten years to figure that out.

I hope you enjoyed this prologueish kind of first chapter. The true story is set ten years after this, in 2040. That story begins in the next chapter. I hope you look forward to it.

-Novikov