I never asked for this… I was a simple man… I had a life…
Then, they took it away from me.
Prolouge:
"Ezio Auditore was a prominent figure in the late fourteen hundreds and the early fifteen hundreds. He was part of a powerful royal family, but he lost his position after his father was hung for treason. He then became a serial killer, and finally died in 1524." As Mr. Celshion finished his lecture, the bell rung, startling our class. Mr. Celshion rolled his eyes and sighed, "Okay, class dismissed. Your homework is too research Ezio Auditore, and his family. Remember, you have a test on this in 3 days." The last of his words were drowned out by the chatter of people leaving the classroom. He sat down at his desk, and took a sip of his coffee. He sighed, and turned to his computer, unaware of the person in the corner of the room. The figure stepped out of the shadow, startling Mr. Celshin. He stood up, alarmed, and said, "Who the fuck are you?" The man had no response, he simply took out a sword, and sliced Mr. Celshion's throat. Mr. Celshion's eyes widened in surprise, then rolled to the back of his head. The figure watched Mr. Celshion's lifeless body for a second, and quickly exited the room, knowing the next period would start soon.
Chapter 1:
"Hey, Jack!" Jack sighed and turned around. "What do you want Tom?"
"I want your money. Now."
"I already spent my money! Plus, why should I give you my money?"
Tom stared at Jack for a couple second second, his tiny brain obviously still trying to understand what Jack had said. After a couple seconds, Tom replied with, "Well...well..your mother was fatter!" With that, he socked Jack in the stomach, and left. Jack was left lying on the ground, and clutching his stomach. Jack eventually got up, and staggered to his bike. As he got on his bike, he felt someone watching him. He pushed up his glasses and looked around, but saw no one. Jack shrugged the feeling off, and went home.
As he closed the door to his house, he heard the TV blaring with some talk show on. He threw his backpack on the ground, and went into the kitchen to get some dinner. He glanced over his shoulder to see who was watching TV, and of course, it was his brain dead father. His father was a nice enough guy, but he was as stupid as dirt. Jack opened the fridge, and pulled out the sandwich he made that morning. He unwrapped it, threw it in the microwave, and set the time for 30 seconds. As he stood there, he pulled out the piece of paper in his pocket. It was a reminder to do his homework assigned by Mr. Celshion. He groaned, knowing he wouldn't be able to do it, since his mother was usually super restrictive on him using the computer. He took out the sandwich, and went upstairs. While he ate his sandwich, he pulled out his history textbook to study for his history test. Thirty minutes into studying, the window in his room shattered. Jack stood up, shocked by how the window just shattered. He peered out of the now broken window, expecting to see some teenager throwing rocks. Instead, he felt something hit his neck, and as he reached up to see what it was, he felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier, till it completely shut, and he collapsed over the shattered glass. Behind him stood a person, holding a dart gun, and clad completely in black. He picked up Jack's unconscious body, and jumped out of the window. Minutes later, his mom walked into the room, only to see a busted window and her son missing. Her eyes widened, and she ran out of the room, looking for her phone to call the police.
