AN/ Hello my wonderful readers! I am not dead! I am truly sorry for not updating in what seems like over a year... anyways, I was recently rereading of life and death and thought that the story was too childish, too unrealistic. So after giving it a bit of thought, I've decided to rewrite it and hopefully, you guys will like it better. So, without boring you anymore, here's the new Of Life and Death!

"Mix me a martini." I said slamming my arm on the table.

"Got any ID?" The bartender asked, staring as he did.

"Not on me." I sighed. I knew it would be pointless to try.

"Sorry, no ID, no drink." He said, turning away.

"Wait!" I caught his attention again," Look. I'm not in the best situation right now, and I'm only asking for a drink. I'm sure you get tones of people in here asking for drinks without id!"

"How old are you?"

"21."

"Stop playing games kid, how old are you?"

"I told you. I'm 21!" I replied, glaring at him.

"Come on, knock it off kid." He insisted.

"Fine! I'm.." I looked down. Everything was falling apart, my plan, my life.. "It doesn't matter anymore..." I started to get off my seat, but before I could do anything, he stopped me.

"Hey wait," he smiled, "You're about 18 right?"

"17. How did you know?" I looked around to see if anything or anyone was giving him information, but there was nothing.

"Magic." He turned his head both ways to see if anyone was looking, "Look, don't tell anyone anything. I could lose my job!"

"I won't." I said as he handed me a card.

"Good. It's an old identity card I had years ago when I was 16. Keep it." He smiled and grabbed a glass and started mixing, "So, what's up in your life right now?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it." I said fiddling with the card. I kept reading over it.

MILES.
16.
NEW YORK CITY.

"You sure? You know, sometimes, talking helps." He offered a smile and handed over my drink.

"It's just.. I had a bit of a problem at home, got angry and ran away. Now I'm stuck in this dump of a city, worrying if anyone's gonna find me, that's all."

He gave me a bitter smile, "I remember moving out when I was around your age. Same thing happened actually, parents wanted me to be someone I wasn't."

I half laughed, "Sounds like my parents."

I glanced back over the card. Reading the name Miles sent a feeling of hurt through my body. Last time I'd heard that name I'd been taken. The bartender went on to serve a more people and as the popularity of the bar grew thin, he came back over to me.

"Still here?" he asked.

"No, you're just seeing a ghost." I replied.

"Wouldn't be the first time. Say, where are you from?"

I tried to remember the last place I'd been with the farm, "West Virginia, you?"

He looked uncertain, "North Carolina." At that he walked away, serving someone else. I took this as my queue to leave.

3 weeks later...

My visits to the bar had grown frequent. Each time I went, the same bartender would serve me, no one else would come near me. I often wondered why, but if I was to be honest, I was quite happy it was him.

"Anything new this week?" He asked one day.

"Nothing much, applied for a few jobs, might as well of told me to fuck off really."

"That's the problem now. If you don't have what they want, they leave you to go rot." He shrugged and started cleaning a few glasses.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"What?" he looked up, confused at what I'd asked him.

"Your name? I've known you for weeks now, but still haven't got a name."

He gave a half smile, "Miles."

"What? No first name?"

"Can't someone have only one name?"

I shrugged, "Fair enough."

"Whats yours?"

"Really?"

"What? You asked for mine, now I'd like to know yours."

I thought about it for a minute, "Bishop."

"What? No last name?"

"Can't someone have only one name?" I smiled, mimicking him.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

However, next time I went to the bar, there was no sign of him. I'd asked where he was but they all gave the same answer-"he's ill." And that was it. I'd taken it upon myself to find out what had happened to him, and when I'd think I'd nearly found him, the lead would change. The only time something like this would happen is if Abstergo were involved. Now let's get something straight, me and Abstergo are current not seeing eye to eye, in fact if I ever said that we were, I'd probably be killed. So, enlisting the help of a few 'friends', I tried to find Miles.

It wasn't long until one of my 'friends' gave me an answer.

Abstergo has obtained a new subject. 17. I have read into his files. It says he ran away from home at a young age, moved to New York and became a bartender. Never gave away his full name, where he was from, age, nothing. He was that careful, he never used a credit card, only cash.

It was him alright.

Miles. I found out that Warren is looking for a 'piece of Eden'. He thinks the subject has memories leading to one, but he's acting up. Warrens not happy with the way his memories are handling, it's as if they know that someone's after them. I have to go, he's coming out the animus.

Be safe, Stillman

I replied instantly.

Lucy, I need you to keep him and his memories safe from Abstergo. I have a feeling he's going to be a key element in our future. But we need the piece of Eden, and we need to get it before Abstergo does. Who knows what will happen if the find it first. I need to get to a safehouse as soon as, can you get the other assassins to meet up at the nearest mall, let's say, two days time?

Stay safe yourself,

Bishop

I met up with the others later on that week. The nearest assassins to me happened to be Rebecca Crane, a crazy yet madly intelligent technological girl, who could work twice as fast with worse equipment than Abstergo and the other was, well, Shaun Hastings, a man, who at your first look seems like a quite attractive, intelligent young man, but then he opens his mouth.

"How did you escape? Did you rewire any cameras? Did you hack into the mainframe?" Rebecca's questions seemed endless.

"Becca- Please not now. I don't really want to talk about it..." I sighed and looked out the window. So much had happened in the past year or so. I wonder if there would ever be a time for peace.

A sudden halt brought me out of my thoughts. We were at a warehouse.

"Welcome to the base, we hope you enjoy your stay." Rebecca said, quite solemnly.

"Well, hurry up and get in!" Shaun snapped. The bloody English wanker.

Well? What did you think? ;) Please review and I'm open for some constructive criticism, not the shit some people like to give. P.S sorry for the language, just feel like a young woman who has been through what she has been through- which you'll find out next chapter- well, she aint gonna be a 'lady'. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!