A/N: I hope you enjoy what is essentially a filler chapter. Just a reminder as well, that I update as I write, so don't start complaining if I don't update for a while. Also, standard disclaimer. I own nothing, yadda yadda yadda. Enjoy

I scanned the room, looking for the presence that I felt. All of a sudden, the colours of the world inverted, and I saw the golden glow of a person inside the closet. Then, as quickly as it came, the colours returned to their normal hues. Feeling extremely confused, yet also cautiously paranoid, I extended my hidden blade, and stepped quietly toward the closet. I put out my hand, grasping the handle, and pulled the door open, arm poised, seemingly ready to stab, though the truth was the exact opposite. I was terrified, of everything. Of the weapon hanging onto my arm, and of the fact that whatever was causing me to see people was steadily becoming more powerful.

As the door swung open, my left arm readied itself, but there as only a familiar smiling face.

"BOO!" Kelly yelled as the door opened, jumping out with her hands spread on either side of her face. Upon seeing my bared blade, her face hardened, and her hands fell to her sides. I quickly sheathed my blade.

"Sorry, guess I'm a little paranoid." I said, looking down and shaking my head. I backed away from her slightly, feeling unbelievably embarrassed that I had just threatened the one person in this place that had shown me any kindness.

"It's alright. I guess I shouldn't have tried to scare you on what is probably the most stressful day of your life." She replied, walking over to the Queen-sized bed in the corner and sitting down. She patted the spot next to her, giving a small smile. I strode over and sat down next to her, and looked around, taking in my surroundings for the first time.

The room was amazing. It contained its own kitchenette, on-suite, as well as a 35" television, three seater sofa, mini-fridge, a large mahogany desk against the wall, several bookcases, one of which was full of old, dusty tomes, and, surprisingly, every gaming console from the past thirty years in a cabinet surrounding the T.V, and a row of cupboards underneath, probably housing the games. And in the corner stood a naked mannequin.

We sat for a long time, talking about anything and everything that crossed our minds. There were the boring topics like the weather and how nice everyone is, but then it got more personal.

"How did you end up in the Brotherhood anyway?" I asked, bumping her arm with mine, "You seem like you would have had a great life before all this,"

She stared at the ground for a moment. "That's a really personal question, and I'm sorry, but I don't really want to talk about it at the moment."

Feeling like she was about to start crying, I quickly changed the subject.

"Do you feel like helping me kill some turtles?" I asked, getting up and opening the cupboard under the T.V.

"Sorry, what?" Kelly asked, sounding horrified.

I turned around and showed her the game I was holding. "Super Mario Bros. You wanna play?"

She laughed, and nodded, "Sure, I'll play. Your classes don't start til next week anyway."

"Why's that?" I asked as I put the cartridge in the console. I turned back and handed one of the controllers to Kelly.

"It gives you time to acquaint yourself with the surrounding area, and get over any possible jet-lag. Plus, the Council is really big on the whole 'make friends' thing, so they give you time for that."

For the next several hours we played various games together, and continued talking. Then it hit me, the big question I should have asked earlier.

"What happens to my family?" I asked, pausing the game and looking across at Kelly.

"I can't say for certain, but odds are the Brotherhood will fake your death to keep them safe and from asking questions about your disappearance."

I nodded slowly. It made quite a bit of sense. If anyone found out that I was part of a secret group of murderers, it would be disastrous for the Brotherhood, as well as the families of every Assassin.

"You gonna press play, or just sit there staring into space." Kelly asked, poking me in the chest. Shaking my head, I pressed play on the controller, and the game continued. We kept playing for several more minutes, until a chiming began ringing throughout the room.

"Is that your ringtone?" I asked, chuckling as I recognised it as the Mexican Hat Dance.

"Yeah, I've gotta take this." She replied, walking quickly out of the room.

I took this opportunity to peruse the ancient books on the 6' bookcase. It was mainly the history of the Brotherhood, beginning with the creation of the Masyaf fortress. It then followed the lives of each of the major Assassins; from Altair, following the Assassin migration to Europe and the Auditore family. It then showed the connection between the Auditores and the Kenways in England, related through Ezio's youngest daughter.

That was all I could ascertain before Kelly came back into the room.

"Sorry, I've gotta go. My trainer just called and set a specialised training match for me. I'll see you later." She stepped forward and gave me a loose hug, a kiss on the cheek, and walked out the door, giving a small wave as she did.

As the door closed, I began to look around, taking in the rest of the room. The desk in the corner had a light green felt covering it, ending about 8" from the edge of the desk, with a black high-backed leather chair. The top drawer on either side of the desk had a lock, but no kind of key. I moved on, looking around the kitchenette. It was approximately a 9' long bench, with a sink built in to the far left one, with cabinets all along the front of the benches, with the far left having the mini-fridge, and the panel to the right having a set of drawers. The wall beside the fridge opened up, revealing a small pantry, containing no food at all. Checking the cabinets revealed they only contained plates, pots, and pans. The drawers contained all different kinds of cutlery, and the fridge only had a couple of empty bottles. I closed the fridge and scanned the room again, hoping to discover something I had overlooked before. I looked at the door, and noticed a panel beside the light-switches. It had only one button, with a small touch screen above it. I pressed the button, and a holographic keyboard appeared just below the screen, which said "Select AI for room".

AI? Does it actually mean Artificial Intelligence?

Thinking, I remembered one AI that I had met. So I tapped their name into the hologram.

"M. O. R. T. Y." I said, stating each letter as I put it in. I tapped enter and he keyboard disappeared. A small hourglass appeared on the screen, spinning around every few seconds.

"It's loading. Really?" I asked no-one in particular, so imagine my surprise when I got a response.

"Is it really that hard to believe? Even here, things load." A voice rang through the room.

"Morty?" I asked, looking around, before realising he was a computer program and immediately stopping the mildly frantic spinning.

"No, it's the Lord your God." The voice said again, dripping with sarcasm, "So, I'm stuck with you for the rest of my battery life? I suppose it could be worse."

"What does that mean, 'stuck with me'?" I asked, walking over to the desk and sitting down on the high-backed chair.

Morty sounded exasperated. "It means that I am now bound to serve you."

"How so?"

"Think JARVIS from Iron Man," he said.

There was silence for a moment, with me taking in the fact that I had my own personal AI.

"I would recommend," Morty said, "That you start your studies. It is expected that you have some sort of background in most things when you start your lessons."

"I will get right on that, with a course written completely by the Brotherhood," I said, getting up and walking over to the T.V. I bent down and opened the cupboard, sifting through the games looking for a specific one.

"What are you doing?" Morty asked, sounding mildly interesting.

"Among other things, I'm exploiting a loophole in your statement." I replied, a grin on my face. I found what I was looking for, and pulled it out.

"What have you got there?" inquired Morty.

"A game," I informed him, "or rather, a game series." I placed four of the five Assassin's Creed games on the floor, and inserted the disc of the original game into the PS3.

"Time to study?" Morty asked.

"Time to study." I replied, settling back into the couch.

A/N: I hope you all liked it, and just a warning that if you comment upon my console choice, I will continue to use it simply to spite you. So, R&R, and, to alleviate any fears, if I do ever abandon this story, I will inform you, so don't fret if I don't update for a while (See above A/N), because it simply means that I have either a good idea or writer's block.