SOOO sorry I updated late. My computer crashed. -_-

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.

Warning: This chapter is self-beta'd

Anima:
Sanskrit = Indefinite smallness/ invisible
Hindi = Petite/ Especially feminine figure
Latin = Spirit, passion, anger, mind
Greek = Soul

Chapter Two: In Their Eyes

3rd person POV

Though the girl went to bed immediately after returning to the thriving and spacious bureau, the men went straight to the Master's office.

Al Mualim burst through the door to a placid leader of the Georgia Assassins. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Meaning of what, brother?"

"A woman! In the Creed!"

"Ahh…" the other man chuckled, "Anima. What of her?"

"She's a woman. In the Creed! Don't make me restate myself." Al Mualim raged.

The Master raised an eyebrow and glanced at the three other men, Raan had long since left, each had a defensive stance. He let out a deep breath and motioned for everyone to sit down before taking a seat himself. "As far as I see it brother, she is as good as an Assassin as all the boys… maybe even better."

"Are you suggesting that a woman is better than a man?" Kinja, the youngest of the group, stated incredulity.

"Yes, child. That is exactly what I'm saying. She's one of the best here for her age and has worked twice as hard as everyone here to earn her place. If she keeps doing her job correctly and efficiently, she can stay. I hold her to the same standards as the men and she meets them all, therefore she keeps her place."

"But- the Creed!" Al Mualim stuttered.

"The Creed says nothing against woman joining." The Master defended before continuing. "Now, I suggest you rest, tomorrow will be a long day."

Anima's POV (YAY!)

She collapsed heavily into bed, enjoying the feel of relaxation – the Assassination hadn't quite gone as planned and she was just glad to be done with it. Her mind flashed back to the mission – it was simple: Get in, kill the target, get out.

She crept silently along the rooftops towards the meeting. People crowded all around and the guards were on high alert. Nothing but the best of the best was being presented; the party was for the elite. The host was a wiry and corrupt man known as Raylof. He'd been a part of the illegal slave trade market for multiple years now and was overly cautious making him nearly impossible to get a hold of:

Until now.

One mistake; one slip up was all it took to have the Assassins on his tail like a wolf over fresh blood. He made the mistake of going out in public.

All of the young boys and girls he raped and sold and beat to death. Hundreds – if not thousands – of innocent deaths were strewn about his path. He put a price on a person and killed those he deemed worthless. He shoved innocents onto boats where they either survived the journey or died. He was a mass murderer, but nobody noticed.

He was untouchable for most of his life.

He deserved to die.

I smirked to myself. That is what being an Assassin is about: revenge. Not about what was right or wrong, not about the good and the evil. It was about balance – and just as the bad can't outweigh the good, the good can't outweigh the bad. What most people didn't realize when wanting Raylof dead was that he pumped all of Georgia full of money he makes off his slave trade; without him financially covering up his tracks and dead, lots of good foundations he used to gain good reputation will go out of business. People will go in debt. All of Georgia would feel the impact.

They would lose a supposedly 'generous' man.

They would also lose a source of income.

But they'd also save lives. 'Cause everybody knows that it doesn't matter how you live as long as it's a morally correct life. Most of the woman released after his death would go to a whore house anyways; the men would become thieves.

One man's death would tip the scales, for better or worse. One thing was for certain though: he deserved to die. Killing him would be justifying the lives he stole. One life for thousands – that's the way the price for people goes, not by money, but by revenge.

Sneaking up onto the walls, a quick and accurate knife to an archer's neck silenced him before he could alarm anybody. Silently, I dropped onto the ground and moved amongst the party-goers. I allowed myself to slip in and out of groups, be jostled around, smiled at jokes, and snuck through the crowd. A large pillar soon appeared next to me. I hid from watching eyes behind it and scouted out my target.

There: At the head of the table.

Figures.

I took a moment to assess his security: it was solid. There was no way I could get within twenty feet of him without alerting a guard and getting killed. However, there was a beam above his head; if I could somehow climb on the roof and onto that, I could air assassinate him.

But then I'd be surrounded by guards.

Perhaps I could jump onto the table and sprint?

No – too many archers. The second I made myself known, I would be an easy target.

Poison? Perhaps… maybe if I just paid off one of the slaves he kept here – surely their vengeance would be enough to willingly poison him? I looked around the table. Soon enough I spotted an immoderately dressed woman with a clear brand on her forearm: a slave under the property of Raylof. She would do – and judging by the scowl on her face, she wouldn't take much persuasion.

Again, I slipped into the crowd and approached the girl, fingering a vial of poison in mu robes. She stood obediently next to the fountain of wine; pouring and holding out cups for the guests. When I got the chance, I covered her mouth and pulled her underneath a shadowy overhang.

"Shut up! I'm not here to hurt you!" I hissed at her. Once she realized that I was female she relaxed a little. I loosened my grip some before speaking lowly in her ear again, "How much hate do you harbor for Sir Raylof?" I uncovered her mouth.

"I want him dead." She sneered at the figure.

"Good. Then here's what you're going to do: Take this poison, pour it in the wine, give the wine to him, and disappear before he knows what is going on. Do you understand?"

She grinned evilly, "And what do I get in return."

"I will give you 200 gold right now to see it completed. If you don't, I will kill you in the most painful way possible." I growled at her.

"Let me see the coin and poison." She hissed.

I set both in her palm. "Don't disappoint me." I looked her straight in the eye before climbing up the wall and watching the scene from above.

Just as she said she would, the girl poisoned the wine before giving it to Raylof. He smiled flirtatiously at her and I felt sickened. Just as he was about to sip his wine, a woman came up from behind him and plucked the glass out of his hands. I recognized her almost immediately: it was his wife, a cruel and loose woman.

Without even hesitating she took the whole glass of wine and chugged it; almost immediately becoming tipsy.

Oh shoot, Was my only thought. Not only was the wife going to drop dead within the next minute, but there was no way I could Assassinate Raylof and fight through the guards. So, I did what most people do when a plan goes incredibly wrong: I high tailed it out of there.

I found myself on the main street within a moment. Just as I slowed down to a walk, people started screaming and footsteps could be heard coming my way. Risking a glance behind me, I took note that there was a mixture between half pedestrians, half guards, running down the road about to trample me. Using my peripherals, I quickly caught sight of Raan, another Assassin and a close friend, in a balcony up above. Scaling the wall, I hopped into the secluded area and watched the scene play out. By now all of the guards had evacuated the civilians and were looking for an Assassin, most likely me. I turned around to ask Raan a question when my elbow slammed into one of the other Assassin's in my little hideout. He let out a grunt and shoved me back; quickly becoming defensive.

I wasn't expecting it, so I rolled onto the roof. It was steep and I struggled to catch a grip, any grip. Instead I fell and hit the ground, which a guard heard. A small group of them came towards me with swords drawn, I pulled out my own and prepared to fight. After a couple minutes all of them were down, but one got away upon a second glance.

Not wanting anybody to give away my location, I took off in the most likely direction he would go: back to the party area. The moment I rounded the corner, I froze dead in my tracks before running back into the main street and up the side of the shadowed building.

I let out a deep breath when the horse missed me by a foot. I had practically been stampeded by a group of guards. Pulling myself onto the top of the roof I sprinted as hard as I could alongside the herd. In the middle of them was my target.

It was a stupid, risky move, but I had to take it. One deep breath, two deep breaths, three deep breaths, and then I was airborne with my dagger ready to pierce Raylof's throat. I landed jarringly on his horse and stuck the dagger into his neck before using another horse's dock as a stepping stone and sprinting into the shadows.

A couple buildings away, I clambered up onto the roof and started towards the meeting point at the base of the bureau headquarters.

I sighed to myself. It had been a long day.

A/N: I can't tell if I like this chapter or not.

Again, this was self-beta'd. Anybody willing to help, PM me!