Assassin's Creed fan fiction – Eyes of an Eagle

Written by Durai

WARNING: If you haven't played the games yet, make sure you do because they're awesome. Also, if you haven't played all the games yet, this will probably contain some spoilers for you. You've been warned!

Chapter 11 – The reward for an escape

Bjorn almost fell out of the tree when he realised it was the Flail standing below him. 'Who the hell might you be?!' the Flail yelled. His voice was deep, but it sounded sharp as a knife and well-trained. This man must have tortured a lot of people, Bjorn thought.

Bjorn looked down. 'None of your goddamn business who I am! I'm just lookin' around!' The Flail spat on the ground. 'Oh yeah? Come down here and say that in my face, you little shit!' Now, Bjorn was ticked off. He jumped down and landed right in front of the Flail, who appeared to be a head larger than him.

Bjorn looked up, right into the Flail's eyes. 'I said: It's none of your goddamn business who I am. Turn around before this gets ugly!' Then, Bjorn saw something moving in the corner of his eye. When he turned, it seemed that the Flail had used his left hand as a distraction, but was going to use his right hand for the real attack.

Bjorn knew what was going to happen, but despite that, the Flail hit him dead-on on the jaw. Bjorn could feel his jawbone cracking and his brains being shaken around. Next thing he knew, he was on one knee, still dizzy from the hit.

Bjorn shook his head slowly. What was this inhuman power?! One hit in the head wasn't supposed to even get him on the ground! Yet here he was, on one knee. The Flail looked down on him. 'You were saying?' he said. But his eyes rolled backwards when a blade entered his chin and came out the top of his head.

And yet still, he somehow managed to roar: 'Assassin!' Then the mighty man fell face down in the dirt, while a puddle of blood started to spread around him. Bjorn cursed as soon as he saw guards coming to get him. He quickly looked around, but saw no other option but to run for it. And so he did.

He started taking quick steps into the direction he came from with Anna. If everything went well, he'd reach the town before the soldiers could catch him. So he sprinted past some guards, put his hidden blade in other's faces, and all that whilst running for his life.

His heartbeat went faster than ever. Until now, Bjorn could manage every single fight that was thrown at him. But these people knew the Assassins were their enemies, and would never back down until they were destroyed. So Bjorn kept running downhill.

Then finally, he reached the town. Bjorn took a moment to slip into an alleyway and catch his breath. That was until one of the brighter guards decided to comb out the area. Bjorn cursed and took the high road – the rooftops.

As soon as he started sprinting over the roofs, he heard someone say: 'There he is! Get him!', and guards started to climb up the buildings as well. The chase was getting more and more heated by the second.

They didn't give Bjorn any chance of respite, so he kept running, jumping and climbing until he reached the other end of the town. Here, he had to lose them. He saw a small roof pavilion, and he ducked in. And he waited.

Soon enough, he heard slow, but heavy footsteps right outside it. He controlled his breath to be able to breathe fast and silent. While he puffed out quietly, the guard suddenly stuck his sword in the pavilion, to see if there was anyone in it. Bjorn acted quickly; he stood up, grabbed the guard by the head, shoved his hidden blade in his neck and dragged him inside.

When Bjorn stuck his own head outside to see if the coast was clear, he jolted out and ran like a bat out of hell. He ran, and ran, and ran, until he came back to the Hideout, a kilometer southeast from the town. He nearly fell down of exhaustion, but he managed to knock on the door.

A man opened the door and Bjorn fell face-down forward, but the man caught him. 'Are you okay?' the man asked. 'You look like you lost an argument with a bear, or something! What happened?' Bjorn regained his ability to walk and removed the man's arm from his shoulder. 'I'll tell you later, but I have to see Anna. Now!' The man nodded. 'Okay, right this way,' he said.

Bjorn followed him through the hall to a door. 'She's sleeping right now, though. Anyone here that enters the room, we call crazy,' the man said. 'But you, well… I saw you two having a misty-eyed moment back then, so I guess I can let you in safely.'

Bjorn knocked on the door. 'Who the hell is it?! I'm trying to sleep!' he heard from the inside. 'It's Bjorn,' Bjorn answered. He heard footsteps and the door was slowly opened. Anna stuck her head outside and looked around. When she saw that the man left, she pulled Bjorn inside. There, she kissed Bjorn again.

Bjorn's reaction was as much surprised as last time. But this time, he decided to answer her kiss. Even though he had lost his wife during the attack on Ursel, he did need some company in this way. So he answered her kiss, passionately. Then he started pushing her back but by bit. Just until they reached the bed, he decided it was getting too warm for his outfit, so he put his armor and his robes off.

'Bjorn, look over here, please,' he heard from behind him. Of course, he had to look at his own body in order to properly put everything off, so when he looked back at Anna, he saw that she was completely naked. He could feel that his face started to turn red, his heartbeat accelerated and he started to sweat even more than he already did.

Anna was covering her parts and turned around to the bed. There, she lay down on her stomach, beckoning him to join her. And he did, with enthusiasm. That night, Bjorn and Anna didn't sleep until the sun started to rise. After that, they could only rest. For what they had done that night was known only between them. And no-one else.

Present day

I opened my eyes. I looked around first before stepping out of the Animus. Never knew if someone might ambush you. Then I shook my head, what kind of a ridiculous thought was that? Nobody was going to ambush me in here!

As I walked to my room, I felt that my legs were shaking quite a bit and my head was spinning. And for no particular reason I could come up with, I could see Bjorn walking next to me with Harald Hardrada, Valnir and Zilnir next to him. They were fighting, that much was for damn sure. But I couldn't figure out why or when…

I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my hands. I'd been exposed to the Animus for far too long, I realised. Then, Emma came in. 'Are you alright, honey?' she asked. 'You look really pale, what's going on?'

I grabbed her hand. 'Things aren't only getting more complicated in 1065,' I said. 'Same thing is happening here. I've been in the Animus for too long, so I'll have to take a day off. And I know just a thing I want to do in that free time.' Emma tilted her head to the left, not understanding what I just meant. Before she could ask what it did mean, I answered her question before she asked it:

'I know you want to know what I'm going to do with that free time. I'll put it simple; You just keep working on the Animus, I'll worry about the Templars, ok?' Emma nodded. 'If you're going to take assassinations, or maybe even bring the fight to the Templars themselves, I don't really care what you do. As long as you're careful doing it, I'll be fine.' I nodded and gave her a kiss. 'Well, I'm off then,' I said. 'I'll be back before night.'

What I didn't tell Emma on purpose was that I was going to hunt down Dane Grit and kill him. He betrayed us, knew where our hideout was and even got to know us. The bastard got us with one of the oldest tricks in the book and he still got us. And I was going to make him pay dearly for it.

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