Alright, so I'm making these Appetizer chaps because I thought it would be appropriate to enlighten you guys with a pinch of some little events. They are set sometimes between the events in the chapters that are before and after them. THEY ARE GOING TO BE RELATIVELY SHORT BUT QUITE IMPORTANT NONETHELESS! Now please, enjoy the side dish...
Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.
Ch.10 "Mystery Man in Black"
It was another beautiful night out in Rome. The city lights were glowing. The people were chatting. And those annoying musicians were singing (horribly). Recently, I've been venturing out of the Hideout whenever I have the time. However, I don't waste it. It's used to rethink the questions that have imprinted themselves in my mind such as "how did I get here?" Apparently, my attempts were fruitless. And due to my busy mind, I usually end up wandering somewhere, not knowing where I was going. I then brought myself into reality and realized something; this seems to be one of those times. There I was, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street.
'Shit...' I look around for a familiar alley or street but to no avail. I saw a group of guards whispering to each. I glanced at them and began to walk away. 'Do not draw any attention to yourself, Amelia...'
"You! Stop right there!" One of the guards decided to call out to me. I glance back, but walked a little faster as if I haven't heard him. "Hey!" He starts to jog towards me, but I leg it and soon enough, I have his buddies chasing after me too. I break into a full-fledged sprint and it feels as if my feet aren't even touching the ground. I shove through crowds and the lights flew past me. I dare to look back and see that even more guards have joined the chase. Just great! Someone must hate me up there! Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gloved hand grabbed my arm and with a powerful and forceful tug, I was pulled into an alley. I look and see a complete stranger pulling me deeper into the dark alley.
"Let go of me, you turd!" I jerk and yank at my arm but this guy seemed to have an iron grip. He glances back behind me and stops. He lets go of my arm and I take a step back. Swiftly and immediately, I whip my new sword out of its holster and thrust the tip at the mystery man's neck, leaving only an inch of space between the blade and his skin. I observe the man with furrowed eyebrows. He wore robes that covered his whole body with wispy ends. The hood covered a large portion of his face and I could only see his stubble.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, keeping my sword poised. A glaved hand emerges from the cloak and reaches the sword and...strokes it? He was silent with what looked like a guilty expression. Why was he guilty? And why the hell is he touching my sword?
"I'm sorry..." he muttered more to himself than to me. Sorry for what?
"I said WHO ARE YOU?" I shouted and nudged the sword closer to his neck. The stranger's face seemed to focus behind me. I glance back and see the crowd of guards rushing towards us. I hesitate to lower my weapon and shift uncomfortably as the crowd neared. I was having a debate whether I should let this guy go. Suddenly, he shoves me further into the alley and motions toward the other side.
"Run." he ordered in a British accent that seemed to stir something deep inside of my mind. I was confused but I had no other choice and mulled the thought over, considering the fact that the guards weren't getting farther. I complied and ran towards the other side. I continued to run and run until I found myself panting in front of the Hideout door. I gasped for breath, hands on my knees and looked back. Who was he; that mystery man in black?
Oh, so who is he you ask? You'll learn sooner or later, my dear reader :). R&R please. Robo Chimera out!