Chapter 2: Wounds

All I could use to describe the pain was a sharp shooting sensation in my left shoulder. I have no clue as to how it got there, but I could tell you that it hurt like hell and it wasn't pleasant. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up under my covers. I waited there for a moment while I got the strength to open my eyes so early in the morning. The curtains were closed so the sun wasn't blaring at me today, which was a good thing, because it annoyed me. Once I felt awake enough, I looked over to see where the pain in my shoulder was coming from. To my surprise, there was a mysterious gaping wound where the pain resided. It was not there when I went to bed, so I was confused as to how it got there. Hearing the slightest creak from behind me, I turned to see that it was Cesare leaving the dorm room. His eyes where harshly looking at me as he continued to walk out.

"Wait."

"I say nothing."

The very brief conversation ended there as he closed the door behind him. I was left in the room in silence. That was a bit strange and it made me wonder if he had something to do with it.I went to lay back down when the realization of pain came back to me. I had forgotten about it for a moment. I let out a quick yelp before biting my lip to stop me from screaming out in any more pain. I decided that I needed to try and bandage it up to stop the blood from getting everywhere. That would be a mess that she wouldn't want to clean up.

Being as careful as I could, I slowly got down off the top bunk. I went over to my dresser and pulled out a dark wooden box. I opened it up to find my first-aid supplies, just where I left them. I took out the antiseptic and braced myself for what was to come next. I placed some of it on my right hand and gently placed it on the would. I could feel the stinging pain of it seeping in. I allowed myself to relax as the pain, slowly faded away. I returned to the cap to the bottle and then took out the fabric bandaging materials. I made an awkward attempt at winding it around my shoulder. It was a hard thing to do with basicly one hand. It was good practice though, I must admit. I walked over to the mirror and looked at it. It wasn't the best of works, but it was better than nothing. I put the lid back on the wooden box and placed it back in its spot in the dresser.

There was a knock on the door. Shock shivered through my body. I didn't want anyone to see me with the bandages. It would be a pain in the ass to try and explain how I got it and everything else. I didn't want to be looked down upon as a weakling either because of it. I looked over at the door as it inched its way open. Relief flew over me as I saw that it was Jones who was at the door. It still left her with some explaining to do, but at least it was her and not someone else. I could handle that much.

"What happened to you?"

"To be honest, I don't really know. I just woke up with it."

"What were you doing before you went to bed?"

"Nothing really. I was just on my laptop like usual."

"Then that's definitely strange."

"You're telling me."

"Hmmm. Well. I have no explanation for it."

"Oh wait."

"What?"

"Cesare. When I woke up he was leaving the dorm room and he glared at me and said. I say nothing."

"Say nothing about what?"

"That's the thing. I'm not sure. Do you think that he has something to do with it?"

"I'm not sure, but it kind of sounds like it to me."

"Well maybe we should go to the director. I think that telling Al Mualim would be a good idea."

"No. I don't want to start anything."

"Alright. Let's get your mind off of it then and go get some coffee."

"Sounds like a plan."

Jones went over to the bed and sat down as I proceed to put on my robes. I thought that I better put it on now so I didn't have to come back to the dorm room to change for class later on. I did a quick check to make sure the the bandages were covered and I was able to move well enough. We took the short walk down the street to Tim Hortons. I thought it would have been a nicer walk then it was, but the fact of the matter was that it just made things more tense than anything. We had to pass Starbucks o the way there. I had spotted Cesare drinking is 'Frappicino' or something like that with Lucrezia. I was just happy that they were at Starbucks instead of Timmys. I don't want to go to the same place as him. It wouldn't make any sense, even if he did come to Timmys because only asaassins go there and all of the templars go to Starbucks. We eventually got there and I gave a silent sigh of relief.

I ordered my usual medium mocha and sat at a small table in the corner. Jones followed behind me and sat down on the opposite side. We both rested there for a moment, sipping on our beverages, before I decided to say something to start a conversation. It wasn't the best of a start, but it was better than sitting in silence.

"So. How have you and Malik been as of late?"

"Oh, you know. The usual. Nothing really knew in that department."

"How about you. How's your love life going?"

"Terrible."

"You still haven't found anyone yet?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I can never seem to be able to talk to the man, let alone ask him out. I don't want to ask another guy out either."

"I would just suck it up and just talk to him. Gain a little bit of courage. There's not much that can go wrong with that."

"Alright. We'll see how it goes then. Just please let's change the subject."

We sat there chatting about other things to keep my mind off of the hot issues on my mind. That's what we originally came here for anyways, even though it didn't help much. I still managed to be thinking about Ezio and what Cesare had done. Once we were finished our drinks, we the paper cups into the trash and started to walk towards my class. It was going to start in about half an hour. I was probably going to be early for a change, but I didn't mind that too much. I actually looked forward to seeing the surprised reaction on the teachers' face.

We both arrived with plenty of time to our battle techniques class. I sat on one of the nearby fences, waiting for Jones to come back from changing into her assassin robes. She had only brought them with her while I had already changed into mine before we left the dorm. I watched as others in the class, slowly made their way to the centre of the classroom space. It was only a matter of a few minutes that Jones reappeared and we gathered around with the other students. We all sat there waiting upon the arrival of Macciavelli so we can receive our instructions from him on what he wants us to practice for the day. When he did arrive, we all gave a short bow in respects to our instructor. We were told that we were going to practice sparing with our swords. All other weapons were not suppose to be used.

I found my partner, Altaïr, that I was paired up with for the entire course. It wasn't my first choice, but at least I got some good practice with him because he was a tough opponent to fight. We went in our own direction to give us enough room to fight. We prepared ourselves and I found a comfortable battle stance to start out with. Staring at each other a bit awkwardly, we waited for Macciavelli to say go. It didn't take all too long before he did say go.

We began to battle. All you could really hear was the clashing of the metal all around you. That noise slowly began to fade as the pain in my shoulder slowly started to come back. It was dull and achy. I tried to ignore it, keeping in mind that I was still in the middle of a fight and I didn't want to look weak. I forced myself to continue on, but my body couldn't handle it. I failed to block or dodge one of his attacks fast enough. At that moment, everything started to move in slow motion. I could see and feel the slight changes of the atmosphere around me. His sword nicked my wounded shoulder and I let out a horrid scream. The eyes of my fellow assassins shot towards me as they all dropped their own swords. I saw that Jones was one of them. She had a look of worry across her face. She knew what the scream was for. I fell down onto my knees and tears flew out from my eyes. Altaïr pulled his bloody swords away from me and took a step away. I knew he felt guilty for doing so, even though I knew that it all wasn't his fault. If anything it was mine for being stubborn. Macciavelli came running over.

"Evangelina. Are you alright?"

I remained silence. In too much pain to think of a logical response. I just sat there and cried.

"I didn't mean to hurt her. It was just an accident."

"You are suppose to be in control of your sword. It is also clear my the depth of the wound that you were using too much force. I specificity said to lightly practice so you could get a sense of the new technique. This means not to use it full on and actually hurt your sparring partner."

"I'm sorry master."

"It doesn't matter now. We need to get her patched up before she bleeds out too much. I hope this serves as a lesson for the rest of yous. Class dismissed."

I was picked up by Macciavelli and he began to sprint towards the main building, where the head of the school's office was. Altaïr followed behind us. My body started to relax and I could feel myself falling into a sleep. I was finding it hard to keep my eyes open. The last view I had was of the ceiling of a small room. My body was placed onto a plush bed with red blankets. I could feel the medic, trying to stop the bleeding and clean up the wound. I listened to my surroundings trying to intake what was going on. I could hear Al Mualim almost yelling at Altaïr for what he had done. From what I had gathered, he had lost some of his rights as an assassin and was sent to a lower rank. I felt bad for him, but in this state, I couldn't go over and explain things. I wanted to apologize for putting him through it.

I remained laying there as they finished putting on the bandages. They were a lot tighter then the ones that I put on myself this morning, but that was okay. I knew that they were put on better then what I could do by myself. I was ordered to stay and rest there for the ext couple days. They didn't want me to exert myself and to give myself time to heal a little bit before I go back to my classes. I want to go back, but I knew that they were right, so I remained there and fell asleep. I might as well get cosy if I was going to be here for a few days.

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Here's to another chapter of my assassin's creed story. It would have been out sooner, but I wasn't sure how to end this chapter. I had to play with a few different endings before I settled with this one. We'll see where it goes. :)

I am not entirely sure what I should write in chapter 3, but I do have a few random ideas floating around that I could write about. If any of yous have an idea for what you want to see in the next chapter, you can message me and I will most certainly take it into consideration. I am still undecided as to where this story is going to go, so really anything is a good idea.