Assassin's Creed: Fortune

by DaneWolfe

The early 1700's where a time of Piracy and Plunder to those who were brave enough to sail the sea's of the Caribbean. This tale follows the steps of a man who follows a brotherhood of assassins in these troublesome and chaotic times. *work in progress, if people like it so far I'll continue)

1. Chapter 1

The ramble of the citizens filled the air I breathed. It was a decent distraction. Already 5 days back onto steady ground and I missed the sea and her embrace. The wind in my face. The freedom.

The target. Built. Scars from battle. A fighter. A Templar. What was his role in the chains of control. Asking these questions would only take my attention away from the mission. He was on the move. As was I.

The town was small and the resistance was small. A quick kill and a quick get away. He turned into a tavern. Too public? No. Has he seen me? Definitely not. He's trapped. A small brothel with a second floor. Girls outside and in. Loud. Perfect. I swallow hard and walk slow. I glide my fingers against the knifes on my thigh. The adrenaline was there but so was the fear.

I push the doors with ease and make my way to a table as I take my hood down. He sits at the bar with gold in one hand and ale in the other. Ill let him have his fun. The ladies where many and the beauty was there. At the sides of the target two laughed and worked to get their pay. But as I look harder I see a girl.

Younger from the rest. Staring with a blank face. This was unnerving. I looked away only to see the target attemtping to stand. As soon as I could blink a handful of sailors make their way in. My window. I stood up. I slide out a knife from the sheath. With ease I walked with the crowd closer and closer.

A scream. The girl. She saw the knife. I couldn't wait.

I pushed all aside and rapped my arm his throat and penetrated his back with the blade. A sudden shake. Then he was gone. The time that stood still, returned. The girl in shock starred no longer at me but my blade. As did the rest. A man shouts for a guard. I sprint hard. Through the doors. Riflemen were already taking aim. I jumped back in as they filled the air with lead. I fall onto my back and run through the brothel.

"FECK'N HELL! MOVE!"

Halfway up the stairs and a man takes aim at the doors. I throw a knife into his shoulder. Barely missing his heart. With pain he falls back releasing his shot into the ceiling. I still run with fire in my fingers. Then a turn into a room. Then an introduction. The girl. With a pistol.