Hey you guys! So here is the new chapter to my story, okay, so I know I was supposed to update it with Chapter 1 last week. Well, this Monday, I was heading out to Colorado for orientation for my school cause I start college this fall and stuff, and I kind of got stuck writing this chapter and stuff. My brain didn't seem to be with me as I was working on this chapter. I hope you guys like it and stuff, review and fave my story and stuff. I am working on the third chapter at the moment, so no worries, plus, on my page I will posting a link to my main channel and vlogging channel from Youtube, if you wish to see some videos I took while on my trip to Colorado and on my way back to California(which I came back today at 7am).
All characters belong to Ubisoft, besides the one I created, Cassandra Hunt.
LifeUnending72: I'm so glad you are enjoying it! Here is the new chappie for you!
Darkness. It felt cold, as if there was a breeze around her, flowing and encasing around her body like a cloak. Was she dead? The last thing she could remember was catching a glimpse of a white cloaked figure….wounded…and then….darkness. She had suddenly felt her world spin out from under her feet, and Desmond? What about Desmond? She felt a strange pull, as if someone or something was luring her from the darkness.
Her eye lids fluttered, before her eyes snapped open, staring up at the….SKY! Was I thrown out from the top of a building? She squinted when the sun blinded her momentarily, before she full registered what was going on. She was falling….but from where? She felt her heart speed up, her arms flailing around.
Yeah she loved leaping off building, but this sort of falling, wasn't something she was used to. She flipped herself in midair, looking down below, yeah…they thrown her alright, but where? She caught sight of something yellow, in cased around something, and before she knew it. She had landed in it, still trying to picture what she had seen.
It was a city indeed, but none she had ever recalled in her life…and where was this? She groaned, she felt like she'd bruised her entire body from the impacted, but not only that…itchy as well. She immediately leapt out of it, scratching her arms and shoulders, "Nice choice in clothing this time Cassie." She muttered to herself, glancing back to see what it was.
"Hay? Who in the freakin' mind puts a cart of hay here?" She was staring at the damn thing as if it were possessed, not enjoying the fact she was probably having hay fever. "Like I know what freakin' hay fever is." She froze mid-scratch, noticing people staring at her, her jaw dropped, literally. As she stared at the people around her, they were dressed…strange, she noticed the woman were fully clothed from head to toe, the only thing visible was there eyes and hands. She noticed them staring at her, well duh, a strange woman dressed in a tank top, and black shorts, and a black bag across her back. Who wouldn't find that strange?
Her eyes snapped in the noise across the way, noticing a group of armored men coming to investigate at all the murmuring and commotion going on. "Time to go Cassie…You're drawing way too much attention." She told herself, before glancing behind her, glad those streets were empty. She turned, making a run for it, before she heard them yelling and the noise of armor and chain mail jostling around, as they chased her.
"Assassin! Get her!" She heard one of the men yell.
Cassandra cursed under her breath, reaching into her bag, and pulling out her leather vambrace, strapping it on. She tested her hidden blade, making sure it extended and retracted without a problem. She made a quick glance over her shoulder at the guards, skidding and running into an alleyway.
A smile quirked her lips, rooftops here I come! She jumped onto the wooden crates, using the tiny crevices on the wall to climb up, her hands gripped the edge of the rooftop. Hauling herself up with a slight grunt, before making a run for the next rooftop. She caught sight of a roof garden, the fabrics blowing from the slight breeze.
Cassandra could hear the guards yelling, as they struggling to climb up onto the rooftop. She made a dash to the roof garden, hauling herself inside of it, and peeking threw the fabric. She spotted the guards, circling and running around on the rooftops looking for her, she ducked quickly when one of them ran past her hiding spot, holding her breath.
Her wrist flicked, the hidden blade sliding out….waiting. It was maybe five minutes when she checked, lifting one of the flaps and glancing around. "Safe." She whispered, flicking her wrist again, the blade retracting back.
She hauled herself out, keeping her senses on high alert, and suddenly…the ringing of a bell resonated throughout the city. "Now what." She growled in annoyance, ducking down when the jostling of chain mail and men yelling, ran near the building she was on.
She pulled her bag off, unzipping it and reaching inside. She pulled out something, sliding up her right leg, mid-thigh, pulling out some throwing knives and sliding them into the holster made for knives. She pulled on her bag again, before going to go check on whoever these guards were chasing. It could possibly be someone she could get to help her out here.
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"Get him! Get him you idiots!"
The white-hooded figure dashed and pushed threw the growing crowd, one hand pressed against their side. He could feel the warm liquid seeping threw his tunic, at every movement he did. He glanced down briefly, his entire hand covered in his own blood, he jerked his head over his shoulder, spotting the guards chasing after him.
He glanced at a nearby alleyway coming in his direction, looking back again to see the ever growing guards chasing after him. He quickly ran into the alleyway, leaning against the wall. His breathing came out heavy, but he couldn't stop now, not with the guards so close on his tail.
He winced, his jaw clenching from the pain, he glanced at the wall before him. Pushing down the pain, and making his way up the wall. He pulled himself just in time, one of the guards swinging upwards with his sword, narrowly missing him. Altair dropped to his knees, panting heavily, he had cuts everywhere else on his body, but this one was the worse. He could feel his vision becoming slightly blurry, his body felt weak from the loss of blood, but he needed to head back to the bureau for safety and for Malik to stitch him back up.
"Assassin!"
He rolled over just in time, the sword hitting the roof. Rolling himself onto his feet, he pulled out his sword. Bringing it up and blocking the incoming attack of the guard, steel met steel, Altair used whatever strength he had to try and force the guard back towards the edge of the rooftop. He winced, when one of the guards managed to knick him on the thigh, causing him to falter a bit and almost lose his sword.
He breathing was becoming heavier, his vision blurrier, making it harder for him to focus. The guards circled around him, noticing an archer or two posted across from him on either side, arrows, aimed right at him.
He shifted his feet a bit, trying to get all the weight to go on his left leg instead. He stepped back, as one of them came out him, swinging and slicing the guard down and across the back. He could feel the tiny droplets of blood coat his chin and neck, the guard's blood glistening on his sword.
"Kill him!" One of the men shouted, seeing as none were taking a step after watching one of their comrades die.
Altair contemplated in making a run for it, but with his side bleeding and having been sliced on the thigh. He wasn't even sure how far he would make it, before he either got to safety or the guards caught him.
He moved back, waiting patiently for the next to come at him. He didn't notice how dangerously close he was getting to the edge of the rooftop, the fall below being met by the darkness in the alleyway. His golden eyes flickered to a movement he spotted from afar, barely sidestepping from the swing of a guard.
One of the guards took a step forward towards him, as if to attack him, before he suddenly collapsed. A throwing knife was imbedded into the back of neck, this cause Altair to look around for the source, not noticing the two guards using this distraction to strike at him.
Altair barely had the chance to registered what was happening, the two guards, one swinging his sword towards him. While the other was aiming for his side, he took a step back, barely missing the attacks as one managed to get him on the shoulder and the other, just above his hip. His jumping back, caused him to go over the edge of the rooftop. He landed on his back, and rather, painfully below in the alleyway. He stared up at the figure that loomed over the edge of the rooftop…a feminine…feminine! He could feel himself start to slip into unconsciousness due to the amount of blood loss, the last thing remembering before he slipped under. Were a pair of bright, green eyes, and young woman looming over him.
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Cassandra had easily spotted the group of guards chancing someone, she barely caught of glimpse of who it was. Since they were immediately surrounded by the guards, when she got closer. She pulled out a couple of throwing knives, looming behind and in the shadows as she waited. She would interfere when things got too out of hand for the person before her. He seemed to be fine, until she noticed and caught sight of a blotch of red forming on his side, quickly spreading.
This was when she decided to let her presence be notice, making a leap over to the next building and at the same time, releasing one of her throwing knives and getting the guard in the back of his neck. She rolled, before glancing up and noticing the guard fall, before seeing the injured man before her, be attacked and practically forced over the edge without realizing it. She gasped in horror, before jumping over to the building they were on. The guards, she could here them snicker with approval of getting rid of the Assassin. Some spat over the edge as they stared down at the unmoving figure below.
"Oh boys!" She said, drawing there attention, before going at them, pulling out the small dagger in her black bag. She dispatched them quickly, receiving a few cuts and bruises here and there, but that was nothing. She made a run over the edge, peeking down and noticed the white cloaked figure simply laying there, not even attempting to get up or anything. She tucked her blade away, before jumping down, and heading over to him cautiously. She hovered over him, peeking beneath his hood, when she felt her breath catch, when golden orbs stared at her, piercing her gaze as if he was struggling to read and see who she was.
He didn't say anything, his gaze simply holding her own, before she noticed him slip into unconsciousness. Cassandra looked around, "What am I supposed to do? I can't carry him." She whispered to herself, not realizing that, the man before her, was the apparition she had seen, but would also change her life forever and she the same to him.
