Another chapter of Assassin's Creed: Oath of Outlaws. Remember to rate when you're done!
The day was windy and crisp. The red and orange leaves on the big oaks were blown off in huge waves. The wind took them and swirled them in a giant vortex, creating a fiery tornado that swept across the campus. One almost caught Rain's study papers as he made his way to class. He thought about his bloody daggers that he hadn't washed yet. They were starting to smell.
Rain stopped at a large pond near the edge of campus. As Rain was washing his daggers, he noticed movement in the trees. An enemy? No, it couldn't be; these were campus grounds for assassins. Honestly, who would be dumb enough to walk in on hundreds of trained (or in training) killers?
It was just Mr. Bronze and his folk patrolling the edge of school grounds. Mr. Bronze was normally a solitary man; so it contrasted against his personality greatly when he was working with other teachers. Mr. Bronze also enjoyed torturing students mentally. Really, the amounts of homework he handed out were agonizing.
Rain had just finished washing his daggers when Sara, one of the freshmen, appeared to be walking straight for him. Rain didn't want to talk to her now. They had been fighting ever since a mission had gone wrong because of her. She was the one who gave out the target's name in the middle of an assassination, so he scolded her. Sara was really sensitive.
Although he tried his best, he couldn't avoid Sara. At least not discreetly. She walked right up to him and stood in front of him, trying to stop him. He sidestepped her and ran up the stairs to class. "Rain! I have something to say!" He ignored her. It probably wasn't anything nice.
He arrived in stealth class about 5 minutes late. Luckily, the stealth teacher, Prof. Bouston, didn't notice him come in late. It wouldn't have mattered anyways; it wasn't the teacher's fault you were late.
Rain started class with the consequence of missing about a full page of notes. As he was jotting more notes down, a silent arrow flew down from the open window at the top of the classroom and plunged right into his notes. "NO!" He screamed in horror. "It took ages for me to get that down!"
The entire class stopped. Everyone was staring at him oddly. "Was it something I said?" Rain guiltily said. "Get out of my class, Mr. John Doe." "But-" "OUT!" Rain hung his head. He'd payed 500 freaking yens for this class. He complied anyways, beginning to pick up his books. He yanked the arrow out of his notes, causing a colossal tear in his papers.
As Rain walked out of the classroom's doors, the bell rang. Class was over. The students all poured over the hallways, some rude ones almost knocking him over. It was then that a hand tapped on his shoulder. Who could it possibly be? Hopefully not...
It was Sara. "Rain, what was with your outburst in the middle of class?" "A freaking arrow sliced through my homework." Rain decided that he needed to be plain and simple when talking to a dummy like her. "I'm not dumb, Rain." "What do you mean?" "I know when you're lying."
How could Rain possibly be lying? What, did he just go around telling pointless lies for no reason? No, of course not. Why else would he have yelled? Was he just an incompetent troublemaker like the other half of the class?
Sara looked up at him and smiled. "I forgive you, you know." She was obviously changing the subject. "Forgive me? I wasn't the one who messed up." Her smile faded. "Fine then. It looks like you aren't ready to accept forgiveness, so you can go talk to some other of your preppy friends." He really wanted to hit her, but witnesses were everywhere. So Rain just pushed past her, because to him now, she was just another body in the crowd.
Two weeks later
Rain was blending into the crowd. He was tasked with another assassination. This one was considerably more dangerous than the last, because Rain had to take down two Templar brothers. They both were armed; double pistols were at their sides. Neither of them noticed Rain take down a comrade right behind their backs.
This time Rain had abandoned his daggers and used borrowed hidden blades from college. It wasn't raining, so naturally he wasn't at his best. It didn't matter. He would get the job done, no matter what. Rain left behind a trail of dead guards, not caring about the bodies strewn about in the open. The people could scream; it didn't matter for this mission.
He continued his hunt, this time spotting a relatively unarmoured Templar slacking off. He only had a basic chain mail chestplate with a metal spear rubbing up against his chest. He was obviously pretending to work, every two seconds going back to flirting with a maid. Rain wondered sometimes why the Templars didn't praise him for killing these useless slackers.
Thankfully, the maid left. It must've been something the man said. Something offensive? Rain didn't know. He didn't really care either. In plain sight, Rain walked up behind the man and slid out his right blade. He put it against the man's throat, and looked at the maid. "Go." That was all he needed to say as the maid nodded gratefully and left.
What had this man done to terrorize this maid? What Rain was doing was probably justice. There were corrupt Templars everywhere,and he was glad to kill them. Not that he cared about justice; he followed the Assassin Code of Honour. Every trainee and master assassin alike knew it by heart. He recited it to keep it fresh in his mind.
He brought the Templar to a corner of the city. "Here's what you get, you conceited slacker." Rain said as he drew the knife across the Templar's throat. Rain didn't usually talk to his victims, or even bring them anywhere. But this one was different. You see, Rain wasn't perfect. In fact, far from it. He often let his emotions control him, and that could be a fatal flaw.
He didn't care, though, because right now there were more important things to do than sit and think about his flaws. He could do that somewhere else. He slid the blade back in place in his sleeve, and quickly took the Templars' clothes off. He was planning to use a disguise to finish off his prey. It wouldn't be long before there were two dead Templars laying before him.