ASSASSINS CREED: BLADE OF PROTECTION

THE GROUP GATHERS

I got up in a frenzy looking around franticly. My house had been blown down by a bomb. I heard a voice from my right side and I saw my sister Sophia kneeling next to my mother. I ran over. "She's not breathing chase!" she screamed in frenzy. I already knew. She was dead. But my mind lay elsewhere. "Sophia, calm down and listen carefully," I said grabbing her shoulders. "The united states is at war. Mother is dead. We need to get out of here and hide. NOW." I said trying to calm here. "But chase she was our mother! We cant just-" "shut up! We need to go NOW!" I exclaimed seeing soldiers come this way. I picked her up and hid in the rubble with my hand over her mouth. The soldiers passed without noticing us. When they left I got out and began digging. "What are looking for!?" she exclaimed. "Protection" I replied digging out my hidden blades. I dug out my assassin's creed costume and put it on. Kept my hood up to avoid being seen. I gave Sophia a hoodie and big coat to keep her hidden.

We began to walk. I had one thing on my mind. Van. Kyle. Mackenzie. I wanted to know if they were ok. Kyle lives close so I ran as fast as I could down the streets. Everything lies in ruins. Houses were piles of ruble. Bodies littered the streets. Something caught my eye. The only standing wall for miles had a templar cross-painted in blood on it. I shuddered at the bodies. Even more so at the bloody cross. I found Kyles street. I ran down it. His house like all the others were nothing more than a pile of ruble. Suddenly a man grabbed me from behind and put a kitchen knife to my throat. "Who are you!? Answer me!" he screamed. I knew that voice. "Kyle its chase! Let go!" I said. He let go and I turned around. Kyle's cloths were very dirty. Blood dripped from his left arm. He held a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. "Oh my god Kyle, are you ok!?" I yelled. "I don't know what happened. I woke up to soldiers trying to kill me! One shot me in my left shoulder. Thank god for this knife," he said.

"Your parents. Are they…?" I asked. Kyle nodded slowly. "Me and Sophia managed to dig our selves out of the rubble. Our mother met the same fate as your parents" I said. Kyle simply looked down with tears in his eyes. I hugged him tightly. He began to cry. I patted his back gently. I knew that staying here for much longer would see us killed. "We need to go. If we stay here we are fucked" I said. At that moment I heard an ominous sound. Marching. They were close. We hid behind a car as 3 soldiers came through. They were Asian. Each with the same Red Cross tattooed on their cheeks. "I got the right and middle one. You get the left one," I whispered to Kyle. He simply nodded. As they passed we began to silently follow them. Once we were sure that no one else was around we crept closer and closer. Once I was close enough I extended both blades and stabbed two of them in the back of the head with my blades. The other drew a pistol but Kyle got him first. We took their pistols and ran. We heard a weird sound again. Screeching tiers getting closer and closer.

The car was a 1986 caddlac. It screeched to a halt right in front of us. I knew that car. The driver was van. And the passenger Mackenzie. "Get in" van said. I got in the front passenger seat, Kyle and Sophia got in the back with Mackenzie. Who was keeping her head down to avoid talking to me. I knew what was wrong. Van and Mackenzie lost their parents as well. And siblings most likely. We didn't speak. We went further ahead. We neared the Lima mall. Witch was still standing for the most part. "Stop here" I said to van. He pulled in. he knew what I wanted. We went inside. The sword place was still standing perfectly. "I see. So this is what we do from here." I said. "What do you mean?" asked Kyle. "The united states is being invaded. They took our families. They took our homes. We will not sit by and watch them win! Van, Kyle, Sophia, Mackenzie! Grab as many weapons and ammunition you can hold. Load them into the Cadillac! Suit up! Today we wage our own war! Our invaders are going to feel our true force!" I yelled.

We began to pick up weapons. Two twin wakazashis were at either side of my waist. Using thigh holsters I had two pistols. Semi automatic. Using a strap across my chest I held a tomahawk. A real blowpipe was at my back. I also now had a long boot knife. And my blades. This is the closest I came to being a real assassin. But exited I was not. My mind was on one thing. Take out the enemy. I knew they were the Chinese. "Guys. I have an idea." I said. "We form the real thing. Assassins. We will become the guerrilla force of the United States. We find and recruit more and more survivors as we can. We hit the enemy at a blind spot and run. And drive them out. What do you guys think?" I asked. Mackenzie finally spoke. "We are not killers chase." She said. "What choice do we have? They've taken everything from us. It doesn't matter if were killers or not. If we don't do this, then what?" I asked. She was left silent. She knew what had to be done. But she didn't like it.

If I could help it, I would keep her out of the fight. I wanted to protect her. The others began to grab weapons and cloths. Mackenzie was wearing jeans with a trench type coat going down to her thighs. She used an old sheet as a cloak with a hood. She had a sniper rifle on her back and a crossbow also on her back. She had two daggers at her back and a pack of throwing knives. Van wore a hoodie with a kids blanked used as a poncho. Plus jeans. He had a shotgun on his back and a pistol on his leg. And a katana at his side plus a machete. Kyle wore a hoodie with his hood down and left unzipped with his black t-shirt underneath. Plus ripped jeans and an American flag bandana as a headband. He had an assault rifle plus some brass knuckles. He had a thick dagger on his leg, and dual tomahawks at his sides. We had truly become assassins. Our mission was clear. Save America.