Assassin's creed shorts

Hey guys; as you can tell these are Assassin's creed shorts of various Assassin's and templars alike. Please enjoy each and everyone as I introduce new characters and review older ones.

Thank you to everyone's who made it to chapter two, it means you're slightly interested. Leaving a review will really help me get motivated. Reviews are awesome, just like you readers. I'm making this one longer.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's creed. It's trademarked by Ubisoft.

Anderson Alexision (Ah-lex-she-awn)-23/Australian-Irish

PERTH CITY 2015 April 13th. 8:00 Pm

From her vantage point, Anderson could barely see anything. She was lying under a car, after a watchman shone his torch down the road. It was something the young apprentice was not expecting. In a panic she slid under a car on her tummy, which gave her knees a bad grazing and ripped her stockings. Anderson's attire consisted of now ripped stockings, tight shorts that came to just above her knee caps allowing for some mobility. This was completed (Much to the dismay of her mentor) with long sleeved black shirt and cardigan.

She was constantly warned that this attire was not suitable as an assasin as to which the only reply that she could reply with was "It doesn't arouse suspicion." The only reason she was still allowed to wear it was because of that reason, and that she was under a deal. She could wear it only as an apprentice. When she become an Assassin though, it would have to stop.

It wasn't like Anderson minded. She rolled her eyes at the thought. She was still young, she could wear whatever the hell she want. The other noticable thing about Anderson was her very short blonde hair. People frowned at her for that. It was unfair, which was why she joined the stupid creed in the first place. She believed in equality.

The guard was walking closer to the car, alarmingly close. Anderson's heart accelerated with fear. No one was meant to be out in Perth city anymore after seven since the government was taken over by Kelly black. Apparantly she was Templar who was no Prime minister of Australia, and locked down certain cities which had a strong presence of Assassin's and used all of her influence to pull the strings in pariliment, leaching money and gaining further control in England with the queen.

Meanwhile, the guard came closer and closer... If Anderson got caught again, she'd be searched for weapons.. These people weren't idiots, they knew what a hidden blade was and would know where to find it. Worse yet, they were armed with standard M1912's. An advanced version of the common pistol, capable of firing 12 shots in rapid, accuarate succession from here to Swan river. They came out in January, when Kelly took over.

Closer.. And closer... Anderson was surprised the watchman could not hear her heart. It was pounding in her ears. She had to make a move. Or not. The guard fell to the floor with a muffled grunt, dropping his flashlight with a crack and his skull, hitting the rough pavement, no doubt cracking also.

"Get out you stupid girl!" A deep man's voice hissed. It was her mentor, Jack. She was safe! Quickly and as quietly as she could, she rolled out from the car and got up, dusting herself off.

"Jack. You had me scared ther-" She was slapped across the face.

"What did I tell you about running off ahead? You deserved that." They were brother and sister of course. What else would that sort of behaviour harmonize with?

"Hey come on bro! you were being too slow.."

"Look we're not safe here. Jump up here." He indicated to the building next to them. It was two stories high, so Anderson nodded and climbed swiftly. She was a natural, just as good as Jack. She had skill alright. Once they were both up, they took refuge in the middle of the building; there was no chance people would hear them as long as they spoke quietly, music was playing off in the distance and the building they were on was clearly abanndoned.

"Alright. I need you to stop fucking around. Just once Alexis.. And I need you to just- follow me. For once.. Please?" Jack was stern, even going as far as to taunt Anderson with their family name.

"Look, I can do this on my own. I'll just stick to the rooftops and be more careful-"

"No you're not listening." Jack was frowning. In a sense it made him look powerful. What was funny is that he was 20 and he was already a master Assassin, younger then his apprentice, sister. Jack was dressed in a special type of jeans that the Assassin's developed and put on the public market in discretion. They looked perfectly normal, except the pockets were less tight, on the inside they were a comfy elastic that allowed maximum parkour and sprinting. Perfect for any assassin whilst making you blend in.

He too wore black. Except it was a shirt with an Assassin Insignia on the back, with twin blades crossing it. That was concealed by a short sleeve jacket, made of a dark elastic, compete with a hoodie. It was stylish which what made them blend it, but also was appropriate to the creed.

"Anderson. You need to follow me. We need to do this together. This isn't about some stupid sibling rivalry okay? We need to work together and you need to understand, that it can't be done alone. Especially this mission. I need your help on this one, and you sure to hell need mine."

Jack spoke in a soft irish accent, toned down a little, mixing with American. Anderson and he shared the same mother but had different fathers. They did however share blonde hair. His was a little longer and curly, but with the exception of blue eyes. Anderson had brown.

"Are you listening to me?" He asked, raising his voice a little.

Anderson shook her head. "No. Let me prove to you, I can do this for myself!" She was fuming, and ready to prove that she could be just as good as her little brother.

"No! No- look! I need you okay! Come back!" He hissed.

Anderson took off, jumping onto the next building which was of the same height, running to the other side, falling head first straight down, catching a lamp post with both her hands and sliding down it with ease. She'd done this before after all, even if she was an apprentice. Jack had a fear of heights, and would be more careful when getting down. Anderson smirked, and jogged off down the street after seeing there were no guards. She was at the police academy now, she took refuge in shrubbery and waited, catching her breath but doing it quietly.

After a few minutes she heard jogging, it was her brother of course. She let him pass while he hissed "Anderson!" He passed while Anderson waited, holding her breath. She let it go and breathed unsteadily. That was close, but now nothing would slow her down. She slipped out as quietly as she could and stuck to the shadows, slinking around the academy, and down down a flight of steps.

Shit, guards. Two of them, having a nice chat while drinking what looked like two cans of mother. Huh, Anderson liked those.

She snuck behind a Limestone wall, peaking around at the two. They were cracking a joke of some sort quietly, giggling like idiots. One of them glanced in Anderson's general direction, Shit again.

"Oi, Mark?" one of the two said quietly. "Think I just saw something." Anderson cold hear slight shuffling.

"Mm? Might just be the drink man, we've had what? Three of these now? Shifts nearly over. Let's start heading back."

After a few moments of silence.. "Yeah alright fair point. Let's go."

Anderson breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the animus, she got to control one of her ancestors, Locke Brown. He was an assassin. And like many in his brotherhood, had a certain ability that was called "Eagle Vision." A man by the Name of Connor taught him how to use it, which also taught Anderson... Just not very well.

She hadn't quite got the grasp of all five of her senses, being deaf in one ear and her right eye having more blind spots then a normal eye, had extreme disadvantages to something as crucial as an abillity like that.

After the two guards were half a click from her position, on the other side of a wooden bridge, going over an impressive lake, with a fountain on the left and right of it, Anderson moved out of cover, tailing them slowly.

BANG!

Dogs started barking, the two men on the bridge yelled and dropped their drinks, drawing their guns while shouts from somewhere ahead alerted them.

BANG!

BANG!

"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Anderson's heart pumped fast with even more adrenaline like she just had some mother cans herself.. That sounded like Jack.

She sprinted after the guards, not bothering whether she was seen or heard.. If her brother was killed.. Because of her... No. Don't think about it.

She went over the bridge and followed the commotion. More yells from ahead. Several people actually. She slowed down, puffing a little louder then normal. And that's when it happened- that's when everything became distorted and weird. It wasn't the eagle vision that she experienced, this had nothing to do with her senses except her heart. In the middle of the road was Jack, bleeding out. The two guards that she saw earlier, were in pursuit of a hooden man in black. Another person- a woman was standing over Jack, a dark smile on her face. She looked.. Demonic. And it terrified Anderson. It looked up at her, and flickered.

Her face was beautiful.. But there was something creepy and dark about it. She dissapeared, then Anderson ran forward to her brother.

"Jack!" She screamed. "Jack, please answer me!" She checked the wound, a pulse, and his eyes. He was gone. And he was not coming back.

"Please no.." She cried. "Please.. I love you! Jack i'm sorry! I love you please don't leave me!" But no one could hear her.

Slowly she got up. She had now two targets to kill. The original target, Kobie and now her brothers killer. She scooped up her brothers bandanna, and dipped it in his blood, wrapping it around her forehead as a permanent reminder that this was on her. And the killer.

Sorry about the lack of action. Wasn't too sure where I was going with this one. I decided to do another right after the first though. Connor I think will be up again next. Let me know what setting you want to see or Character and I'll try putting something together.

Thanks guys. Have a wicked day.