Adam Taurus and Blake Belladonna stood with thirty other White Fang members on the roof of a building. Their mission was to take down the Abstergo building. Due to Abstergo being human only, Adam had decided to make an example of it. But it seems someone had the same idea.
As they watched the Abstergo building fall, Blake decided she'd rather not watch.
"C'mon Adam. Let's go home. There's nothing to do here anymore." She encouraged.
Adam clenched his fists. "No." He hadn't come all the way to Atlas just to turn back around. "We need to find out who did this."
"Adam…" Blake began in protest.
"They could be a valuable asset to our cause." Adam cut her off. "And besides, the blame for this incident must fall on us. Or are you forgetting who we are?"
Blake sighed and rolled her eye's.
Everyone turned back to the dropship they had come here in. Once onboard Adam ordered a sweep of the area. Whoever had done this couldn't have made it far.
"Sir, there seems to be someone running from the crash. What should we do?" Spoke the pilot.
"Let me see." Adam commanded.
There was indeed a person running down the street. They were surprisingly small and wore blue robes and a hood. Was this really who they were looking for?
"Track him. Keep out of sight."
"Yes sir."
It didn't take long for their target to reach it's destination. A red van. It wasn't far away. Adam estimated that they'd have around five minutes before Atlas's military found them.
"Land. Let's be quick about this." He commanded.
The pilot nodded and landed right outside the allyway that housed the red van. When the side doors opened, Adam and Blake exited. If they brought over thirty people it might be a bit intimidating. There were plenty of other things that could go wrong to. He might be hostile, non-faunus, or even have unfriendly colleagues.
BOOM!
Or the van could just explode.
Blake was the first to react. She ran into the flames disappearing in the smoke and fire. Adam hesitated, then fallowed. Inside the explosion radius was mostly fire and shrapnel. As they looked however, Blake spotted an arm sticking out from underneath some burnt sheet metal.
"There!" She spoke and then rushed over to get the sheet off of the body. Adam came up to help. The wreckage revealed a small boy in his early teens. Very small. He wore blue robes. Adam kneeled down and lifted Ronac's hood off and spotted bat ears. This was a potential ally, but Adam saw the burn and bleeding coming from the body. If this boy wasn't already dead he was about to be.
"Let's get him out." Said Adam.
Blake was already scooping Ronac up in her arms and carrying him out of the fire back to the dropship. As they returned the ships pilot came spoke.
"Sir. As soon as that explosion went off some of the military's ships changed course and are heading this way. Adam nodded at the pilot. One of the White Fang soldiers saw the condition of Ronac and grabbed the first aid kit then tossed it to blake.
"Blake. Make sure he stays alive." Adam started barking orders. "Set course for Vale, we are leaving. I'll keep the military of us."
He clutched his weapons, Wilt and Blush, a little harder as he climbed to the roof of the dropship. Backed with years of experience, he kept his footing as the dropship took off and ascended towards the atmosphere.
Atlas's military was not far behind. Two ships came streaking towards their location. One landed at the alleyway while the other decided to pursue them. It followed close behind. Both of its miniguns came down and started to rev up. Adam could block bullets but not this much.
Adam unsheathed Wilt and put forth Blush to fire two shots disabling the miniguns before they could fire. He then sheathed wilt as the military ship speed up and hovered above their escaping dropship. The city flew past as robots came raining down from a newly opened hatch.
One of them took out its arm blades and Adam had to backflip out of the way as it slammed down where he had been a moment before. It was quickly decapitated as Wilt was unsheathed. Adam claimed five more robots before sheathing again. One was pulling out it's guns when it received a bullet to the head from Blush. Adam then used Wilt to slice a nearby robot and sheathed.
This was easy enough, but the other military ship was closing in. Adam finished off the last robot and then leaped up into the hatch of the first military ship. The pilot got a nasty surprise when Wilt came through his seat and out of his chest. Adam, sheathing Wilt yet again, used the pilot's body to jam the ships joystick in a backwards position. This made the ship spin backwards out of control.
Adam quickly jumped through the windshield and landed back on the dropship. He watched as both of the military ships collided and exploded sending out a shockwave that almost knocked the Dropship upside down. Adam had to stab Wilt into the roof so that he didn't fall off.
Once the Dropship righted itself, Adam climbed back inside. The boy was now lying in one of the corners. Blake and a few White Fang members were still crouching over him.
"What's his condition?" Adam asked.
"Not good. I don't know how long we can keep him alive with just one first aid." Blake said a hint of worry in her voice.
Adam nodded. "Pilot! Full speed. I want to be in Vale in less than an hour!"
Everyone in the ship stopped doing whatever they were doing and looked at Adam. Getting to vale from Atlas in less than an hour might blow the engines.
"You heard me!" Adam sneered. Blake visibly flinched.
The Dropship suddenly tripled it's already fast speed. Some of the White Fang members were knocked off their feet and face planted into the cold, hard metal of the ship's floor.
One of Ronac's ice pistols came loose from it's holster and came skidding across the floor to Adams feet. Adam took note of it's excellent craftsmanship. Whoever this boy was he knew how to build a weapon. Adam picked it up, looked it over some more, then tucked it into his suit. As he did, Ronac fidgeted a bit.
The Dropship sped at breathtaking speed. It's engines flared brilliantly as it left Atlas.
Ronac was stumbling around in what appeared to be endless mist and fog. He stood on nothing. He felt nothing. He heard nothing. Even his own footsteps were mute. When Ronac looked at himself he saw that he was faded and seethrough. His robes were burnt and his skin was even more so. Even after being healed by the sword he hadn't escaped severe injury. That is if he escaped at all. Ronac was pretty sure he was dead.
Dead but still thinking. At least he had his mind to keep him company.
He tried sending out a few clicks of echolocation but received nothing. Either it wasn't working or he was standing in a void. The very thought that may be the afterlife scared Ronac to afterdeath. Alone. Floating. Maybe forever. His legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
"Dont despair yet young Assassin." A male voice rang out.
Ronac looked up again. Where was it coming from? Perhaps he'd actually have someone to talk to. And it wasn't that 336 guy.
Through the mist Ronac saw a human figure approaching. As it came into view, he saw that the speaker was wearing white Assassins robes. They weren't battle robes though. They were robes worn by mentors to old to fight. He even wore a grey cape outlined with red. He also had a very nice white beard.
"My name is Altair. May i ask yours?" He seemed nice and friendly but he spoke with a bit of hesitation and uncertainty. He also had the weirdest accent Ronac had ever heard.
"Um… Ronac... What is this place? Am i dead? Can i get back? Who are you exactly? What happened?!" Ronac suddenly spewed out a million questions.
"Calm yourself Ronac." Altair spoke calmingly. "Let's take those questions one at a time instead of all at once."
Ronac nodded. "Am i dead?" It was the question he wanted answered the most.
"Almost. Unlike me, you are faint. This means there's still a chance that you'll live. But it's unlikely." Altair said.
"What about this place? Where the heck am i?"
Altair hesitated. "I will answer these questions, but in return i request that you answer mine."
Ronac nodded again.
"Very well." Altair smiled. "This is what i assume is what comes next. The afterlife. But if that was the case then there'd be many more people. No, instead it's some sort of barrier between worlds. I call it The Mist."
"Barrier?" Ronac asked.
"Through the people who have come and gone through this place, i have theorised that this place separates our two worlds and keeps them from colliding with each other. I still have no real idea what your world is like."
Ronac realized that he was about to explain EVERYTHING. "Oh boy."
"Outa my way! Coming through!"
White Fang doctors were rushing through the hallways of one of the many White Fang bases. They were carrying a stretcher holding Ronac. Adam and Blake both trailed behind speaking as privately as they could while running.
"Your really think this is the person who destroyed the building?" Blake spoke with doubt.
"It's a possibility. You did say you found a lot of explosives on him right?" Adam said.
"Yes but not enough to destroy an entire skyscraper." Blake replied.
"You have your doubts then?" Adam questioned.
"Adam! He's a kid! Maybe ten! Yes i doubt he did it." Blake said a bit angered that Adam was ignoring this crucial fact.
"If he did do it. Then we can put his age behind us."
"Maybe you can. But look at everyone else."
Adam noticed that everyone they past was giving them strange looks. Even the doctors were visibly wondering why they were carrying a ten year old in a stretcher. Blake had spoken reasonably. For once.
"After he wakes up. I'll question him. If he did it, then everyone will accept it." Adam said.
"And if he didn't do it?" Blake spoke concerned.
Adam did not reply.
"And that's it. For now at least." Ronac finished his seemingly endless story.
Altair was amused and interested for most of it. But as Ronac told him what had happened to the Brotherhood he became uneasy.
"Ronac, you said the creed was destroyed. That is not true." He spoke.
Ronac was surprised. "But everyone died!"
"No. You survived. And even if you didn't, the creed is unkillable. Eventually it would be reinvented by another."
Ronac tried to take that in. "But i'm just an apprentice. And even then i'd just become one."
"When you are older. You must re-introduce the creed. Then you must stop the Templars and these "Grimm" from enslaving and destroying the world. Until then Ronac. Fight for what's right and follow the creed without hesitation." Altair spoke with purpose.
As yes the creed. Um. Don't compromise the Brotherhood was one. I think. Um. Two. Nothing is bad. Everything is… CRAP. He had forgotten.
"Uh. One tiny little problem." Ronac said shyly.
Altair blinked. "Yes?"
"I. Uh. Kinda forgot. The. Um. Creed."
Altair's expression hardened. "Has your father not told you from the day you were born?"
Ronac looked back on his history and realized that Amah hadn't. He only knew "Don't compromise the Brotherhood" from Gloden. "Yeah. No."
Altair sighed. "Ok. Since your father can't do his job correctly, i'll teach you."
Nothing Is True, Everything Is Permitted
Stay your blade from the innocent
Hide in plain sight
Never compromise the Brotherhood
