Hey guy, Here's the second chapter of: Assassin's Creed Awakening. Here goes.


Soft sunlight filters through the converted linen closet's window, falling upon a young, white-haired boy. "Let's see... math book... physics book... quantum physics book..." He shoves them in and sighs.

"What was that dream..." He whispers, as his eyes fall upon his history book. His hold it for a moment, "Nah... It couldn't have been that important... could it?"

"Lincoln! Breakfast!" Lincoln's mother called from downstairs.

Lincoln swung his bag over his shoulder, before turning and heading downstairs. Normally, he'd slide down the railing, but he was too lost in his thoughts to do so.

"Morning, bro" Lincoln was greeted by his sister Luna.

"Huh? Oh, morning Luna" He greeted back, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Did you sleep well?" Luna asked, running her fingers through his white hair.

"Yeah, I slept fine. Thanks" Lincoln smiled. "Or at least it would've been fine if it weren't for that dream I had before dinner…" Lincoln added in his head. Letting out a sigh, the white haired boy joined his family for breakfast, and then headed out the door for school.


Gym Class…

Hours after Lincoln had arrived at school; it was time to head to gym class. If he were to be honest with himself, Lincoln didn't hate gym class but he didn't like it either. The downside was he wasn't exactly the fittest boy in class, so he was going to have a bit of a hard time keeping without running out of energy too quickly. The upside though was the girls. Despite the fact the boys and girls were separated, they shared the field with boys on one side and girls on the other.

Lincoln in particular had one girl on his mind. No, it wasn't Christina. His crush on her had ended at least a week or two after she changed classes. No, the girl on Lincoln's mind was Ronnie Anne Santiago, the school's tough girl. Lincoln used to think she was nothing but a bully with the way she used to pick on him. But when she gave him that note with her number on it and that steak to heal his eyes, he figured she probably wasn't that bad of a person and that maybe he should give her a chance.

Lincoln thought, if she really did like him, no reason to not at least consider her as dating material, right?

Coincidentally, the very girl Lincoln was thinking about came jogging by on the track. The white haired boy's former bully gave him a quick smile as she passed by him. Lincoln couldn't help but smile himself.

"Huh, Ronnie Anne's actually kind of cute now that I think about it" Lincoln thought to himself.

"Loud!" the coach shouted, snapping him back to reality. Lincoln looked at his gym teacher. "You're up next"

The coach had mentioned earlier that the boys would be doing an obstacle course today and now it was Lincoln's turn. Lincoln could see the course consisted of tires for running through, climbing wall, and a clear field for when did a long jump for distance. It wasn't much, but Lincoln was sure he could do it.

The white haired boy took a deep breath and started his run. Lincoln first stop was at the tires where he shuffled his feet through. He actually did that part with little effort. The next part, which looked both challenging and fun, was the climbing wall. Grabbing the ledges, Lincoln climbed the wall, gritting his teeth and huffing as he did so. Once Lincoln reached the top, he let out a deep sigh.

Standing up, Lincoln walked over to the other end of the wall where he was met with a slide. Lincoln slid down, where he came to the final part of the obstacle, the long jump. Getting a running start, Lincoln performed a huge jump. Lincoln's distance was decent one. It was about… 6 feet? Not bad for a kid his age.

"6 feet. Not bad, Loud" Coach said as Lincoln walked to the group boys that had already gone.

Lincoln was impressed with himself. That was the furthest he'd ever jumped. Those moments helping Lynn train really paid off. But he wasn't going to let her know that.


Math Class…

After Gym class was over, it was time to head to Mrs. Johnson's math class. They had just finished the chapter of how to multiply and divide fractions, and now they were moving on to decimals. Everyone in the class was writing down what today's lesson.

Well, almost everyone…

While everyone else was taking notes, Lincoln had his head on his desk. Lincoln would've been paying attention were it not for the fact he was asleep. Surprisingly, no one paid attention of his light snoring. Eventually the white haired boy drifted off to dreamland.


The man in the hood had finished the assassination of his target. Having completed his mission, the man entered a building. Upon entrance, he was greeted by an older man in a hood similar to his own.

"I assume your mission was a success?" the older man asked.

"Yes, I was able to kill the bastard in his sleep. I was in and out before anyone suspected a thing" he told the older man.

"Excellent. Not bad for your fist assassination mission" the elder man complimented the young man. The young man nodded.
"Just remember what our order stands for…"

"To protecting the freedom of humanity" the young man replied, knowing what the elder man was going to say.


"Lincoln!" Mrs. Johnson shouted, causing the white haired boy jolt awake from his sleep. "Would you mind solving the problem on the board, please?" she gave her student a stern glare as she held a piece of chalk in her hand.

Everyone else in class turned their attention to Lincoln was staring blankly at the problem on the board.

13 x 15.25 =

"Uhh… sure" Lincoln stood up from his seat.

He then took the chalk from his teacher and looked at the problem one last time. Lincoln thought it over for a few seconds, and then wrote down the answer that he believed was correct. Luckily for Lincoln, it was.

13 x 15.25 = 198. 25

"Very good, Lincoln. Now don't fall asleep again" Mrs. Johnson told Lincoln as he walked back to his seat.

"Yes, I'm sorry" Lincoln looked down at his desk with an apologetic look. Hopefully Lincoln could get through today without falling asleep again.


After school…

"So, Lincoln, I saw Ronnie Anne give you a quick smile during gym class" Clyde said, giving Lincoln a playful nudge with a smirk as they walked down the street.

"I told you man, she has a crush on me. Now do you believe me?" Lincoln asked.

"Yeah, I guess. That aside though, what happened in math class today? You fell asleep, you never do that" Clyde raised an eyebrow.

"I know. I slept fine the other night. It's probably because class was boring today" Lincoln shrugged.

"Eh, can't argue with you there" Clyde shrugged in agreement. It was at that moment they reached the corner where they'd part ways. "Well, I'd better get home; my dads and I are doing a 1000 piece puzzle. See ya, buddy"

The two bumped fists and went their separate ways. This gave Lincoln the opportunity to think about the events the events that had transpired today. There was gym class where he was able to do that stuff like it was nothing, despite the fact that gym wasn't his best subject. And then there was when he fell asleep in class. But it wasn't him falling asleep that worried him, it was the dream that he had during it.

"That's the second dream I've had within two days. They both involved some guy in a hood and they looked like they were in the Old West or something" Lincoln said to himself as he looked at the ground.

Lincoln was lost in his thoughts before he stopped for a moment. "What the-?" He turned around, seeing nothing behind him. "Huh, I could've sworn I saw…" Lincoln began, but shook his head and continued his walk.

Lincoln kept going in the direction of his house. That is, until he heard the snap of a twig. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a man looking around the corner of a building. The man had a look in his eyes, and Lincoln could've sworn he was looking directly at him. Stepping into full view, Lincoln got a full view of the man.

The man's attire consisted of a dark gray hooded robe with red trims, black jeans and brown leather boots. He also had brown leather bracers on both arms and a sword on the left side of his body. And that glare that he was giving made a chill run up Lincoln's spine.

Lincoln, having a weird feeling in his stomach, decided to increase the pace of his steps. Looking over his shoulder once more, he saw that the man had increased his pace as well. Ok, the dude was definitely following him. Now was a good time to run like hell!

Lincoln ran as fast as he could, moving his feet an extreme pace. Turning a corner, Lincoln entered an alleyway. A dead alleyway to be exact. Lincoln facepalmed in irritation. Looking around, Lincoln saw a closed dumpster which was right next to a ladder that led to a staircase.

Having a gut feeling, Lincoln ran and leapt on top of the dumpster. He then grabbed then jumped from the hood of the dumpster, grabbing the ladder and climbed until he reached the first banister. Lincoln climbed until he eventually reached the third banister. Seeing an open window in the building across from him, a thought crossed Lincoln's mind.

"Dude, I'm totally going to die if I fail this…" Lincoln thought as he looked at the window and sweat dripped down the side of his face. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, Lincoln leapt from the banister and held out his hands. The next thing he knew he was holding on to the top part of the window frame.

"That actually worked?! Holy crap!" Lincoln said with astonishment. He looked up to see the rooftop just above him.

Since there were a few bricks sticking out above him, Lincoln grabbed them as he scaled the building. With a few more pushes, Lincoln stood upon the rooftop.

After jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Lincoln let out a sigh of relief.

"Ok, I think I lost him…" Lincoln said reassuringly. Only to be tackled to the ground by someone.

Shaking his head of the daze, Lincoln saw just who it was who had tackled him. It was the man that had been chasing him. Not only that, but he felt something cold and metallic against his neck. Looking down, he saw it was a blade protruding from the man's wrist. Once again, Lincoln felt his heart begin to race, his eyes shrinking to the size of pinpricks as he gazed into the man's eyes.

"Hmph. Not bad for a boy your age" the man began a devious smirk appearing across his face.

Oh crap, was he about to die? Lincoln was about to die, wasn't he?! There was so much he never got to do. He never got to have a girlfriend, or have his first kiss. He had so much life ahead of him and he wasn't even going to live to see it.

"It is as I suspected. You have great potential in you, Lincoln" the man said. Lincoln's eyes widened in surprise.

"You know who I am?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. We've been watching you for long time now" the man smiled as he retracted his blade.

"We?" Lincoln tilted his head in confusion.

"Yes, I as well as the others…" the man began as he helped Lincoln to his feet. "Forgive me if I frightened you. I'm Connor" the man introduced himself, extending his hand to the boy.

Lincoln was hesitant for a few seconds, but then formed a light smile. "Lincoln Loud. But you already knew that" Lincoln quipped as he shook Connor's hand. "So who are these others you speak of?" Lincoln asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Here, take this" Connor handed Lincoln white card with an address written on it. "Meet me at this location tomorrow after school. If you show up before nightfall, I'll inform you of what's going on. Just think it over, Lincoln" Connor told him.

"Ok, but why can't you…" Lincoln was about to ask something, only to look to see that Connor had suddenly vanished. "What the hell is going on?" Lincoln asked himself.


The Loud House…

Lincoln, having managed to get down from the building he was on, had eventually arrived home.

"Hey bro, you're home later than usual" Luna greeted him as he walked through the front door, tuning her guitar.

"Yeah, let's just say I got a little distracted on my way home" Lincoln said, glancing off to the side. "If you need me, I'll be up in my room"

Upon reaching the top floor, he entered his room, being greeted by his loyal dog, Charles. Lincoln gave his dog a quick pet on the head as he threw his backpack on the floor. Lying on his bed, Lincoln pulled out the card he got from Connor and looked it over.

"Hmm… this is tempting, yet at the same time I'm unsure. I don't know, what do you think, Charles?" Lincoln turned his head to his dog sitting next to his master's head. Charles responded by licking Lincoln's face. "Heh heh. I'll think it over. Who knows? If I do go, there might be something interesting in store for me" Lincoln looked at the card with a shrug.

Charles let out a short whine with as he tilted his head.

"Hey, I said I'd think it over. Honestly Charles, you worry too much" Lincoln said reassuringly, scratching his beloved dog behind the ears.

That Lincoln had a choice to think over. He could either meet Connor tomorrow after school and see what these guys want with him, or not show up and forget the encounter ever happened.

Which would he choose?


Well, there you have Chapter 2 guys. Which option will Lincoln choose? You'll have to wait until Chapter 3 to find out. A special thanks to Gamelover41592, WTBB501, and Omega Ultra for helping me with this chapter. Thanks, dudes!

And no, the Connor in this story is not based off the one from Assassin's Creed 3. I just chose that name at random.

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