Assassins Creed: 2015

Introducing the elite.

Scarlet sat on the fire escape. Chris was right: This was the best view. She watched as Chris lit a cigar and leaned on the wall. The group approached.

"Hey, you." Chris looked up as the one in front addressed him.

"Can I do somethin for ya?" Chris put on a mask of confusion. Scarlet frowned. What was Chris up to?

"Don't try to fool us. We know who you are, and you know why we're here." The 17 year old said. He pulled out a bowie knife. The other people with him pulled out clubs, bats, knives, and chains.

Chris looked at the main guy. "I see. And you're supposed to kill me?"

"That's right." The teen got into a fighting stance.

"And I'm about to get the bullshit story that I'm outnumbered, aren't I?" Chris had a smirk on his face.

"That's ri-wait a minute. Bullshit story?" The group exchanged confused glances.

Chris chuckled. "You see, guys," Chris pulled out his scythe-sword, "I came prepared."

He snapped his fingers, and five other figures suddenly came out of different places. One came out from the trash can. Another one came out a side door of a building. Another one jumped over a fence. Another one jumped off the fire escape opposite to Scarlet. And finally, the last one climbed out of the sewer. Why only six if there were seven? Death was the head of the creed.

The one in from the side door was 5'8", and weighed 235 lbs. He had black hair, grey eyes, and slightly pale skin. He had on a grey hoodie, a black bandanna covering his nose and mouth, Black Jeans, Black Tennis Shoes, and a Small Dark Grey Backpack. On his arm was a retractable one handed sword. On his hands were Taser gloves. On his belt were smoke grenades. His superiors had given him the codename" Plague." His real name was Marc Piadade.

The one who jumped over the fence had green eyes and black hair. His skin was a tan white. He was 5'4" and weighed 272. He had 2 plasma daggers attached to his belt, and a barbed wire whip attached to a hook on the back end of the belt. His neck and body were adorned with throwing knives. His hidden blade was like the one from AC4. He had on a yellow and black hoodie, yellow and black sports pants, yellow and black air Jordan's, and black fingerless gloves. His superiors had given him the codename" Fury." His real name was Thomas. No one knew his last name.

The one who had been on the opposite fire escape was 5'7" and weighed 215 lbs. He was African American. He had fire yellow eyes, and black hair. He wore a green and black AC syndicate hoodie, plasma green sports pants with black designs, a white undershirt, and pure black under-armor shoes. He had gloves on with here claws coming out of each. He had an Uzi strapped to his back. His superiors had given him the codename "Strife." His real name was Robert Gaston, Jr.

The one who had come out of the sewer was 5'3". He had brown hair, tannish-white skin, and silver eyes. He had on an orange and black hoodie with black sports pants, orange Nike's, and orange/black goggles. He had a crowbar in his fist and an orange katana strapped to his back. His superiors had given him the codename "Conquest." His real name was Blake white.

The one from the sewer was 5'11", and weighed 175 lbs. He had on everything Purple and black. He had brown hair and pure white eyes. He had on brass knuckles with spikes on the end of them and a flame thrower attached to his back. His superiors had given him the codename "Famine." His real name was Barret Hart.

"You see, guys, your messing with elite assassins. And when people do that, you know what usually happens?" Chris suddenly had a cold, unfelling, unmerciful look on his face.

The head attacker frowned. "What?"

Chris chuckled evilly. "You die. Let the games begin."

With that, the six assassins launched themselves at the 30-odd group. Scarlet gazed in awe. 6 of them in the same place. She had never seen them all fighting together. Sure, she'd seen them all hang out in public, but she'd only seen 3 or so of them fight together.

"Amazing sight, isn't it?" Looked to her left and nearly forgot how to breathe. Standing right next to her was the main man. The leader of the horsemen of apocalypse, and one of the most trusted and respected members of the council. He was 6'11" and weighed 280 lbs. He was a middle aged. He had gray hair and twinkling blue eyes. He wore a pure black and white Assassins Creed attire. A bow and quiver full of arrows were strapped to his back. On his left side, his hand was resting on an old English broadsword. His real name was Patrick Blake. He was the father of Chris. His superiors had given him the code name "Death."

Scarlet stammered. "Sir! I can explain, I-"

The elite council member held up his right hand. "No need to explain, Scarlet. I know why the two of you were out here. But, you might want to call your friends and tell them you're gonna be a bit later than usual."

'Y-yes sir." Scarlet pulled out her phone and called Javi. When she looked back at the council member, he was gone. How do they do that?

"Scarlet?" Scarlet was pulled back into reality when she heard her name.

"Yeah, uh, Javi? We might end up being a tad behind schedule."

"What was it this time?" Scarlet heard Javi's tone change. "Were you and Chris-"

"No!" Scarlet blushed furiously as Javi laughed brightly. "Chris just got into another fight.

"Is that surprising?"

"That part isn't, but he has the other five with him."

Javi whistled. "Seriously? That's rare."

"I know, right?"

"How's it going?"

"For who?"

"The attackers. Duh."

"Oh. Well…"

Scarlet looked at the ground. Chris had the head guy in a head lock. He twisted, and snap! The head guy feel limp.

"…Chris just snapped the last guys' neck, so…"

"Got it. How long until you get here?"

"Give us ten minutes."

"Okay. See ya then! Oh, and, Scarlet?"

"Yeah?"

"No detours with Chris, please." Javi hung up before Scarlet could make a comeback. She sighed ad turned off her phone. Seriously.

Chris waited for Scarlet while she got down. "Enjoy the show?" He asked with a playful smirk.

"Yep. You were right. That was the best view."

"Told ya. How long till you told them we'd get there?"

"Ten minutes." Scarlet grabbed Chris's hand.

"Then let's get going." They waked off.

Unknown to them, a figure with binoculars sat on the roof. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Report." The voice on the other end of the line said.

"The assassins kicked their asses. Ready to engage."

"Don't. Pack up and pull out." The first was surprised.

"But why?"

"The time will come to attack. But it isn't now. You have your orders."

"…Yes, sir."

Then, in unison, the two said the oath.

"May the father of understanding guide us."

The roof spy turned to his men. "Pack up and pull out. We reconvene at the base in an hour."

As his men began to leave, the leader turned back to face Scarlet and Chris. He pulled up his binoculars and looked at them one last time.

"I'm going to end you someday, Chris. Just you wait."

With that, the figure disappeared into the night.