Hey guys! Just a few words before the chapter begins. First of all, thank you so much for all the reviews! Only one true full chapter and I have 9 reviews! Also, my story has been added to a community called "Meanwhile, In Another Place and Time", where I have been hired as staff and is managed by a writer named Evilgoodguy.

He has graciously agreed to become my beta reader, so expect less typos and more grammatically correct sentences!

Anyways, as you can see, I've added in the date, time, and location to every chapter and flashback.

This chapter is a bit of a short one, but nevertheless has action in it, also you get to meet Alex's brother!

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed, Ubisoft does.

August 8th 1996, 21:41 hrs

Location: Guelph, Ontario

"See this kid?" my Dad said as he showed me a long wooden staff, carved with a multitude of assorted symbols.

I nodded.

"This is called a gun, soon, you're gunna learn how to use this thing," he said proudly, looking over his shoulder, to my brother practicing with his own Chinese staff.

"Bang!" I said laughing.

"Not that type of that gun buddy," he said, ruffling my hair. "You're only five, so you're gunna use the small one, then you're gunna use the one that your brother is using over there, then a big one like mine!"

"Why, Daddy?" I asked, confused as to why I would even need to use one in the first place.

"One day, you'll know son." he said, and walked away.

June 8th 2008, 17:12 hrs

Location: Guelph, Ontario

"Kenny-?" I said in surprise, for I hadn't seen my brother in a few months. He was the last person I expected to see on this horrible day. "You... With the... What the hell?" I was stunned that my brother just killed a man right in front of me.

My twenty-one year old brother had changed a lot in the last few months. He had grown his hair out, it was now held back in a small ponytail. He was wearing black jeans, but had a utility belt on with it, much like that of a police officer. He had on a black zipper hoodie, with a red inner lining and what looked like an eagle-beaked hood.

"Hey buddy, you alright?" he asked me as if it were just another family reunion. That set me off, the nerve of him to act like everything was normal.

"Am I alright? ... Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I'm not alright, are you fucking blind?" I screamed, waving my hands at him, "Look at my hands! Look at them! That's Mom's blood. Our mother's own blood, you asshole!"

Kenny stared at me not saying a word before calmly walking over to her and kneeling down. "Thank you for your service, may you find peace in death. Rest in peace mother." He took her hand and kissed it, closing his eyes as if he was praying. He took many deep breaths, inhaling slowly and exhaling slowly. I noticed his hands weren't shaking as much as mine although his eyes were quickly welling up.

He took two fingers and closed her eyes. A single tear fell from his left eye, before my older brother firmly stood up with a broken expression on his face. He looked as if he was going to break down before composing himself and standing up completely straight. "Alex, I'm sorry you had to see all of this," he started, "Me and Mom never wanted you in this life."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"No time, I'll explain everything later. Come on, I need to show you something," he said, walking away, out the door without a look back at me.

I remained at my mother's dead body, refusing to move. We would not abandon here and leave her to rot here. She would get a proper funeral, with the ones that she loved with her and she would most certainly not remain here to rot with the other body.

"Alex, NOW!" my brother yelled, stopping and turning his head. "It's not safe here anymore, they will be back! I know you're sad about her, she was my mother too! There will be time to mourn later, I promise, but for now you have to save yourself!"

"Well I don't want to be saved then!" I yelled, turning towards my brother, tears forcing themselves out of my eyes slowly streaming down my face, "She's dead Ken, she's dead..." I broke down, finally giving way to the flood of tears that I had just begun to have control over.

A pair of arms came behind my and hugged me, comforting me. "I know its hard, it's hard for me too, but the time for grieving is not now. Dad still doesn't know and its not safe here anymore. Now get up, we need to go." Kenny said, pulling me up and looking me in the eyes.

"What about her body?" I stared at him intensely.

"I'll have someone pick it up, a friend. Just trust me on this one, now we have to go!"

I knelt back down and whispered in my mother's ear, "I'm going to kill the bastards who did this to you Mom. Every last one of them." I got back up, and wiped my eyes.

"You ready?"

"Kenny wait." My brother stopped and looked at me again. He looked a lot older than he did the last time I saw him. A lot more mature. "What?"

"I know who did this," I said, "It was Ian Woldorf."

"I know. Now are you ready?" I was about to ask how he knew, but figured it would be met with another "I'll explain later, now lets go," so I just stayed quiet.

Wiping my bloody hands on the floor, I wiped my eyes again and nodded, "Yeah. Let's go."

He put a hand on my shoulder, "You know, kid, we got a lot to talk about-!"

The unmistakable sound of a car door slamming and the sliding of a van door came from the front yard.

"Shit." my brother said under his breath. "They're here already. How could they have found us so quickly?"

"Who's here?" I asked, but my brother waved me off, muttering under his breath.

He turned to me, reached into his hooded jacket and pulled out a gun.

"Of course you have a gun," I said tiredly. He nodded quickly, walking to the backyard. "Why the hell do you have a gun?" Of course I knew the answer, I couldn't help myself from asking.

"Doesn't matter, I'll explain everything later. Promise. First thing, make sure the safety is off. You won't be able to shoot with it off. Cock the gun back, aim, fire. Simple as that." He pointed to the various parts of the gun, nervously looking up for whoever was here. Almost instantaneously he had went from crying over Mom, to dead serious.

"What's wrong with you? How can you all of a sudden be fine? Mom. Is. Dead. You. Prick."

Kenny grabbed my arm and dragged me to the back. "Listen to me. Just because I look okay, doesn't mean I am! I am dying on the inside, of course I know she's dead, I'm fucking devastated. But if you're going to be one of us, you need to compartmentalize. Right now, if we mourn we will die too, so for now, suck it up and follow me!"

He flicked his wrist back showing the blade I had seen earlier. "You'll get one of these later. Now we, seriously have to move."

"Check the doors!" I heard someone yell, and the cocking of a gun.

"We have to move, NOW." Ken grabbed my arm and led me out the back door slowly and crouching slightly, and pulling a similar gun out of his jacket. He cocked back as well, after checking that his clip was full.

"In the treehouse!" I whispered, referring to the treehouse that our dad built for us when we were kids. Strangely, he never let us use a ladder, always insisting that we find our own way up the huge oak tree in our backyard.

I scowled at him and ran up the tree, grabbing the nearest branch and pulling myself up. The branch was about 10 cm wide and thick, and easily held my weight as I walked to a split in tree trunk and shimmied up to the opening of the treehouse.

"They've been here, judging by this idiot's dead body," I heard a voice say from inside the main house. He had a distinctly Italian accent. "That's why we send in the grunts in first."

"Emilio, he's bigger than you..." said another voice, laughing, this time with no accent, "Come on, let's check the back." I could hear the footsteps coming over into the tree we were hiding in.

"Ken-!" I began to whisper, but he shushed me and pulled out a silencer from his belt, much like that of a police officer or soldier. He screwed it onto the barrel of the gun and aimed at the man who was just exiting our house onto our deck. He also handed me a silencer and I copied him, screwing it onto the barrel of my own gun.

"When I shoot, his partner will react almost instantaneously, so you need to take him at out the same time," he said without taking his eye off his target. I didn't bother questioning him. He wouldn't answer. Even as kids, when Kenny tasked himself with doing something, he put 100% into it and went into a lull where no one and nothing would bother him until he finished the job.

I nodded, nervous. In a matter of two hours my life had been turned upside down, now I was about to kill someone. I began to have second thoughts, thinking that this was a man. One with a family and friends and I was about to take that away from him. He might have had brothers, kids, a wife, parents. Parents... A dad and a mom. My sadness turned to rage as I now began to think, my mom had friends and a family. These men took that away from me and for that, they're going to pay. "I'm ready."

"Good, on the count of three. One, two, three!" Kenny said and fired his gun, hitting the man straight in between the eyes, instantly killing him.

I let my ability wash over me and aimed at the glowing red target who had come to investigate his fallen partner, and shot. The bullet whizzed by the mans head. Fuck. Kenny swore under his breath.

Almost immediately the man pulled his gun, with a scared look on his face. "Come out here you cowards!"

Kenny quickly glanced at me whispering "Stay here!" Kenny quickly jumped out of the window of the treehouse landing perfectly on his feet, despite the fact that we were 15 feet up. The man began to shoot at him wildly but Kenny already rolled and hid behind our shed. The man backed up back towards the house, picking up his phone and beginning to dial, when he dropped dead, a bullet through his skull.

"Gotcha," Kenny said. He ran over to the bodies and checked to see if they were dead, and then gestured for me to come over.

I exited the treehouse and jumped off the tree from a slightly safer distance. "Its not going to be safe for long, we need to get out of here." Kenny mumbled as he searched the pockets of the dead bodies.

Looking closer at the dead bodies of our would-be assailants, I noticed a strange, but familiar symbol one that I had seen in history class before.

"Templars! The Knights Templars!" I yelled, but just as soon was laying on the ground with my mouth covered by my brother.

"Do you want to get killed? You need to watch what you're saying kid, or you're gunna get us both killed!" he grumbled, lifting his hand off my mouth, "Sorry I had to be so rough, but these next few moments are crucial. They're gunna be back here to finish up the clean up. We're leaving."

Kenny handed me a wad of cash and the Templar's cellphone, and pulling out the keys of his own pockets. He ran out to the side gate and checked it with his gun up, the gave me the okay signal and I ran over to the driveway.

I walked down the driveway to see the black Yamaha motorcycle that my brother so dearly loved. But it was different now, on the side was a stenciled symbol that looked almost like an arrow and said under it "Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Rien n'est vrai tout est permis."

"Come on, I brought an extra helmet. We really have to get out here man." Kenny said, putting on his own helmet, and revving the engine.

I hopped on and took one last look my house, where my mother lay dead. "I'll get them, Mom." I thought as we sped away down the street.

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