He watched the man fall down! Three shafts of bolts jutting from his back! He couldn't be dead! He couldn't!

Turning on his heels, he saw two armed men jumping towards him! Holding crossbows and grinning in triumpth. He'd be next if he didn't do anything! He ran into the closer, knocking him off the roof with a sickly crunch as he hit the ground below, the other he disarmed, throughing the weapon over the side and running to the edge that his friend had fallen from.

He jumped down, groaning on impact, then watched as the guard was climbing down, he'd have to escape the creep somehow. So in one move kick to the stomach, the disarmed man stumbled and hit the wall, giving him time to take that knife form his fallen friend. He held in a ready position, and so the other panicked and ran. Leaving the golden eyed man to grin with victory.

Next problem, get his friend out of danger! As he picked him up, he heard him murmer something, he wasn't so sure. But now wasn't the time. Fine a safe place, then see to the bolts!


The breif flash of countiousness was confusing. Pain and blur. Nothing other than it. The most he could make out was Ezio as he held a dagger in a defencive position, then a crossbowless crossbow man retreat. Ezio had then turned and picked him up, he couldn't help but asked, dispite his voice voice being weak and a breathless drawl, "Ezio...?"

He then slipped away into the darkness once more. Escaping pain once more.

"He'll be alright, I sure."

He opened his eyes to find himself staring at both a doctor and... his father. A man with neatened black hair and cool blue eyes as well as pale skin. The expression he held was one of no emotion he could discribe in a word. Like he was dissapointed, or just ashamed. Maybe both. La Volpe himself was merely a younger teenager then.

The doctor didn't seem to notice his face, he was seeing to a gash on La Volpe's side. "How did this happen to begin with?"

Although he wanted to answer, his father did instead, "Gilberto got in a fight. Over the fact that he had tried to pick the man's pock."

"He's a thief?"

"He's been spending too much time with Dario and the others at that street rat guide of theirs." His father hissed.

The doctor sighed as he stood up right and handed his father a vile from the stand. "Make sure he drinks this. And be sure that he is more careful next time."

They returned home. Although his brother had asked him if he wanted to play a game of chess, La Volpe prmply refused, then came to his room. Sitting on his bed as he hugged his legs and stared out the window. Dispite what his father told him on the walk home, that he should be more like his brother and that he shouldn't go about with the "low lifes" that were the thieves, he would always be the way he was. And join the thieves regardless.

It then changed, he was running back home, he was older now his early twenties. When he opened the door, he found himself staring at his brother, who was dead on the floor, his throat slit! His father was crouching beside him, moarning. "Father! W-What happened?"

"You!" He growled as he looked up with puffy, reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks. "It was because of you! You're affiliation with those street rats you call good people did this to him! Guards came and killed him! They were looking for you!"

"Father, I-."

"Get out of my house." He hissed.

"But fathe-!"

"LEAVE!" Before La Volpe could react, a knife stuck into the wall not far from him! And he ran as fast as he could to escape his father's rage. He then found himself at the door of the thieves guild, breathing hard and whipping his wettened eyes on his sleeve.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Dario, dark eyes filled with concern. "Gilberto, what happened?"

He looked down and shook his head, tears threatening to escape once more, "My brother was killed... Father... he blames me for it."

Dario took a glance in the direction of La Volpe's past house, "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

"No. Father threw me out of the house. I'm sure he'll kill me if I return."

Dario put a hand on his shoulder, pushing auburn bangs to the side as he said brightly, "No problem, my friend. You can stay here."

Yup, I have to write about La Volpe. HAVE TO! And because little is known of his past, my idea is just as valid as the next guys. It will be dead if Ubisoft actually get into his past though.