Chapter 2

Author's note:

Hi everyone! Here is chapter 2. Hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: I still do not own the game, story or characters of AC Syndicate. Just my OC's.

Enjoy!

'WHERE IS IT?!' I yelled. 'WHERE IS THE VIOLIN?!' I'm completely freaking out while pacing back and forth in my small bedroom. Today is the day of the giant Grand Ball from Her Majesty. The day when me and everyone with who I play in an orchestra have been practising very hard to make the music perfect.

'Oh sweetheart, you'll be fine. I'm sure your performance will be just as astonishing as ever,' my aunt Rose told me while grasping my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

'How can you be so sure?' I asked her. Aunt Rose stroke my shoulders with her thumps and looked deeply into my eyes. She always did that before I had to play the violin. When I was stressing out. Her eyes are beautiful. The colour of her iris are that blue, that it could be compared with staring into the ocean.

'Well,' she began. 'For example, your violin is already downstairs. You did that yourself.' I opened my mouth and closed it. Oh, right. I blushed lightly at my clumsiness. This is one of my talents of causing trouble. Sometimes I simply forget what I did or what someone had told me just an hour ago. My mother always scolds me for this. My farther will simply laugh at me.

'And secondly,' aunt Rose said, noticing me calming down. 'You have never disappointed anyone. You have an amazing talent to play the violin flawlessly, so this time it won't fail you too.' I smiled at her as she stroke my hair.
My aunt is the angel of the family. She has got chestnut brown hair that matched her blue eyes very well. Oh, sorry, I have said that already...She was like a second mother to me, in a supportive way. Of course she wasn't always with me, my parents are (even though I'm 19). Although I did wish to see her more often. Because I was only child, as result from my mother who couldn't get any more children after my birth, I was slightly pushed to held the name of my family high. Just slightly.

My parents isolated me from the world just to practise playing the violin, performing at parties for wealthy people and so on. This occupied me for at least 3 days in a week. For the remaining days, I work at a factory, stitching and repairing clothes for 11 hours each day. Because of this, I had some troubles with socialising and communicating with people I don't know well. The very few friends I have are really nice, but I don't see them much because I wasn't allowed to go out with them.
I do wish to live on my own, but to my parents I was like a goldmine, so they won't let me go. Unless I married someone. Or get in jail…Or got killed.
You probably might wonder why I didn't just leave them. Well, I'm pretty sure with my skills in making conversations and being not taught how to do the households, cooking diners and things like that, I'll end up quickly on the streets and will be dining with the fleas. That's how much independent I am.

'Thanks aunt Rose,' I said. 'Will you be there tonight?'

'I would love to my dear,' she almost sang, but then she continued sadly. 'But I'm afraid I cannot. Hendrik has been ill for the past two days.' Poor Hendrik.
Hendrik is my uncle, husband of aunt Rose. They have three children named Lisbeth, Tobias and Bryan, so I completely understand that aunt Rose won't be with me.

'I'm really sorry dear,' aunt Rose apologised as I hugged her. 'I really need to be with my children.'
'It's okay aunt Rose. And you're absolutely right. You should be with them.'
Suddenly, the comforting and peaceful moment disappeared when an awfully familiar voice spoke.

'Alice, I expect you in 5 minutes downstairs,' came a demanding, absolutely no charming voice from my o-so-lovely mother. 'We need to pick up your dress AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T PUT ON THE MAKE-UP I GAVE YOU! Don't forget to bring some pins with you once you decide to show up,' she added.

Oh boy.

How glad I am that I already did take care of that. I didn't put up much though, just some powder onto my eyes and face to refresh myself and put some lipstick with a slightly pinkish tone. My hair was tied up in a ponytail because I didn't wore my dress yet. For now I wore a plain grey dress that reached the floor with a ribbon around my waist.

'Yes mother, I'll be downstairs in a minute.' I looked over to aunt Rose. 'Well, how do I look?'
Aunt Rose took a full minute to judge my looks.

'Like you could be the queen's daughter,' she answered playfully. I lightly pushed her.

'Aunt Rose! Be serious for a minute.'

'I am deadly serious! You look fine!' I shook my head as I gave her the pins.

I rolled my eyes as aunt Rose and I walked downstairs to face my mother's angry dark blue eyes. Funnily my mother's eyes where one of the very few things I got from her. I've also got her face and her talent for music, but that's quite everything. I'm taller than her, got the same hairstyle as my dad (lightbrown that falls straight down onto my back when it's loose) and also got my clumsiness and love for stargazing from my dad.
'Rose, me and Alice are going to pick up the dress by Jennifer's. We will be back within an hour.'
'Naturally Anne. I'll guard the house,' aunt Rose said and winked at me. I rolled my eyes playfully.

After we had picked up my dress, my mother and I walked silently back to our house. Now and then I was watching the sky, searching for any constellations. Unexpectedly I heard a vaguely sound of shoes clattering on bricks or tiling, but when I turned around, I didn't see anyone running. I looked up again as I saw suddenly something moving on the roofs. Two persons were running, chasing someone. All three mysterious figures were quite fast and skilfully moving on the roof tiles.
Before I could properly see who they were, they disappeared again. Just like they appeared from the dark.

'Alice, would you rather clean the roofs,' my mother asked sarcastically.

'I'm coming!' I replied and run to catch up with her.

When we got home, aunt Rose and my mother helped me with putting the dress on. I widened my eyes as soon as they were done and I looked in the mirror.

Who was that woman in the mirror?

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