Prompt #97 Safety First
Bang! Bang!
"Daniela! Get up!"
You popped up, surprised at the sudden interruption of the most perfect sleep. You couldn't help be hear Paola's voice through your bedroom door. The name was hard to get used to and yes that was the name Minerva gave you. You were too lazy [1] to create something better. Paola told everyone in the brothel to only use that name. Which wasn't a problem since only a couple of people knew what your real name was.
Frustrated, you threw the sheets off of you and slid out of bed. You ran to the door before Paola's fit became more violent and loud. "What?" You swung the door open to face a why-the-hell-are-you-yelling Paola. She didn't say anything when she shoved passed you to get inside. You stumbled back a bit, groaning then slamming the door. "Paola, you know this is the only time I get to sleep."
"There's no time. Annetta is bringing the family she works for here, a mother and a daughter and your room is the only one available."
You stop and look down at your right hand. 'How many days has it been,' you thought as you counted those days with your fingers. "Three….," you breathed out and Paola turned staring at you.
"I will get the room ready, Paola. You have nothing to worry about." She nodded leaving you. Once you were sure she was gone for good and ran around your bed and kneeled down. You grabbed the trunk pulling it out from underneath the bed. Even though Minerva had given you that secret gift, you didn't have the guts to open it until now. You picked it up by the sides and slammed it down on the bed. It wasn't a huge trunk, more like a briefcase. The outside was rough and dark; it looked older than La Volpe. It had metal corners and the handle was missing. You unbuckled the laches and prepared yourself for what was inside.
You smiled at what you saw, it was clothes and you knew you were going to need help putting it on. So you run out of the room and toward the balcony that was above the entrance of the brothel.
Paola was standing in the middle, waiting. "Paola," she turned to look up at you, "Come I need your help with something."
You swore you could hear her sigh but you were already heading back to your room. The door stayed open for Paola to come through without having to knock. It took only three minutes for her to finally reach your room, "What is it?"
You motioned toward the trunk on the bed, "I need you to help me put this on, please." She didn't question where you got the outfit. However she was definitely curious about it as her hand slid over the dark fabric then lifting it. "It's lighter than what I expected," she pointed out as she finished pulling it completely out. Paola glance back to you, smiling, "Well, let's see how it will look."
"Shoes included…that's different." Paola laughed at you. You grabbed the boots and sat down on the bed. "Must they be so long?" Paola stared at the tall boots in your hand. You had to admit they were a bit excessive.
You began to pull the first boot over your foot. The boot wasn't playing fair and you had to lay down stretching your leg up in the air just to put it on. After doing the same with the other shoe, you laced them up and went to stand in front of the mirror.
The outfit was what you called a mixture of different outfits thrown into one. Black fabric that appeared to be leather, but it wasn't. The top was cut similar to one of a V-neck shirt, wide open at you collar bones but more modest near the cleavage (not as modest as you would've like). A hood was included, it added to the whole assassin feel. Long sleeves with a cut that run down the middle from the shoulder to your wrist, then laced with string to keep it from falling apart. Of course there was the all-time favorite corset that was around your waist.
The length of the outfit was quite long, ended at the floor but the maker was smart. There were slits that stop at the mid of your thigh, in the front to make it easy for the owner to run and fight. Underneath the knee high boots were a pair of black slacks. [2]
"It doesn't even look like me," it was true, you would've never dressed like this in a thousand years. You saw Paola smiling in the mirror, "It suits you. I should head down stairs."
She left once again.
You returned the trunk to its earlier hiding spot. You kept your word and cleaned up the room, which only consisted of making the bed. The window was covered by the curtains so you thought it best to move them out of the way. A depressed and stunned woman was coming in here and a dark room wouldn't help the mood. Even though the sun was gone and the moon in its place, the room felt more open and bright.
You said your good-byes to your temporary home and left out the door. Only to find out that Maria and Claudia were already heading your way. They followed Paola as she walked them passed you and into your old room. You found yourself watching, that's all you could do. The expression on Maria's face was too grave, hard to explain what kind of emotions were running throw her head. You all you could think was you knew what was about to happen and so did she.
You sprinted down the steps, leaving your emotions behind. There was nothing more you could do but wait.
And that is what you did. You didn't go to La Volpe that night, or sleep. You sat on that bench below the stairs waiting for Ezio to walk throw that door.
Author's Note: the chapters are not very thrilling I know…but they will get better.
[1] I'm thankful for all the name ideas so please don't take that sentence the wrong way.
[2] I hate describing clothes…so if you want the reference picture look up Legend of the Seeker's Kahlan the second outfit she gets it way cooler than the first. (I'm a nerd I know)
