The Story of Isaac

(A/N) Hello once again readers! It's time for the third installment of The Story of Isaac! Any way I'm gonna start doing those things like: Previously on The Story of Isaac, or : Next time on The Story of Isaac. Stuff like that. If I do end up doing the next time part, it will probably change when I start writing the next chapter. Anyway enough about me, TO ISAAC!

This chapter was beta'd by MasterAssassin2012

Previously on The Story of Isaac:
"So that's what they meant by hard headed." She went limp against my body. I started wiggling around, moving her lip closer to right my hand. I managed to unhook her lip jewelry, and used it to pick my padlock restraints. After I got out, I put the mystery girl, in my seat. After I locked the Restraints I started on the window, it took a few minutes, but I unlocked it and escaped out the window. I left it open as if to say: Losers.

Chapter 3: Home sweet death filled home...

I was running down the streets of New York around confused and unsuspecting pedestrians. I even jumped over a hotdog cart; the guy's face was priceless!

I ran past buildings just trying not to trip over my feet as the streets got more crowded and as the sky got darker. I ran past the World Trade Center, searching for the Correctional facility that I knew had the bodies of my family, and the map that leads to other Templar bases.

By time I found it, the sun was gone and the moon was high. I tumbled through the big double doors that led to the warehouse.

Inside, was empty, nothing, no bodies, no blood, no maps. I stared on in despair as I realized that I wouldn't be able to send off my friends and family like every Templar and Assassin deserve alike. 'Course I was the only Templar who believed that Assassins deserved peace, they were our enemy.

But then they send our kind off in peace, so why shouldn't we do the same? If I told any of my Templar friends this, they would spit in my face and tell me to join the Assassins, and then if they killed me in battle, they would disgrace my body or worse. I shuddered at the thought. I looked around again hoping to see something the Assassins missed. Then it hit me, the Assassins had the location of every hiding place and Templar base in New York! I had the location of at least one, and they probably moved it after I escaped.

I was walking around the base when I remembered the secret stash. It had the only copy of a secret hideout. I only knew about it because we have to update the map every few years so that if something changes, the map won't be so confusing…

January 10, 2024

I just got home from school. I walked into the warehouse, all around me my friends and family were practicing and training, honing their skills. Except for my dad, he was sitting at the desk in the back of the room. He had his head lowered down staring intently at two maps; one looked older than the other. He was copying the path on the older one down onto the newer one.

"Hey dad, what are you doing?" I asked with a happy tone.

"Hm?" He looked up his eyes kind of glazed over, "Oh, yes I'm just updating this old thing. One day when you're the Grandmaster, you'll have to do this as well."

"Really?" I asked hopefully.

My dad messed up my already messy hair. "Yes, really." he chuckled "Such enthusiasm and energy, if only I were younger." He sighed. Then he grabbed the paper and stood up. He proceeded to reach across the desk and push on a brick that was slightly sticking out...

In the low light it was impossible to see the brick. So I placed my hands against the wall and started to feel for it. After a while I found it and pushed on it. It slid in as if it was oiled regularly, which it probably was. A small section of the wall moved and revealed a small room containing two maps, and a large serrated knife.

I grasped the knife, feeling its balance, turned around and threw it perfectly where it landed suck between two bricks.

I then turned back around and grabbed the first map.

I woke up suddenly. I looked around my immediate area trying to remember where I was and why I wasn't back at my old home. Then the one thing that pretty much explained it all. I was no longer a Templar.

Four words:

I was an Assassin.

(A/N) Bet you didn't see that coming. Cause I sure didn't. Sorry its been so long since I've updated. I've only recently found inspiration to continue writing.