He looked up at the man in red, a purple stain developing over the skin of his right eye. The smell of blood rose from his lip, causing more panic to pass his mind. Another blow was made to the blonde's face, causing a crack of bone to be heard as the bridge of his nose split in to. The artist collapsed to th floor as another hit was aimed at the face. He brought his knees up to his chest, trying his best to protect his face from another blow as more men joined the original attacker. Kicks were thrown to Leonardo's shins, back and the arms covering his face.
Suddenily the pain stopped. He felt light. As he opened his eyes, the attackers had gone. He sat up, rubbing his bruised and cut face. The chirp of a bird could be heard from a nearby wall. The artist looked up at it and smiled. But this smile soon changed to a frown. Why had his attackers just left? He stood up and brushed himself off. He stepped forward but hissed as the pressure on his shin was too much to artist fell to the nearest wall, using his hands to keep himself upright. He limped along the wall, looking out of his garden to the street. It was practically deserted. A few birds were chirping and an eagle circled around the top of a tower. He moved to lower himself onto a bench between two people.
"Where is everyone?" he asked. The woman he had spoken to was wearing a long, purple dress which showed no skin. Not even her cleavage. Her hands were hidden under her arms as they crossed andher face was covered with a white sheet.
There was no response to his question. As Leonardo looked around, he noticed every woman was wearing the same. As were all the men. Every bit of them was covered. Leonardo leant over to the woman and moved the cloth from over her face.
A gaspescaped the artist's lips as he stood up from the bench, stumbling over backwards. His elbows where bent to support him as he stared at the now rising woman. She did not have a face. All that was there was wood. Rounded and smoothed. She uncrossed her hands which were flat on one side and rounded on the other. She took a robotic step towards the artist as he struggled to stand in the panic. His feet slipping on the wet floor, he managed to just stand up at the right time. He ran for safety as the wooden dolls gathered on the street stared at him, their heads spinning, some 360 degrees, around to watch him.
Leonardo slid behind a wall, hidden from the light. His chest was moving up and down quickly due to fear and the running. "Wait." He looked down at his leg then back the way he had came. He was running. How? He could hardly walk a few minutes ago. He looked down at a puddle, staring at the reflection. His face was clear again. His heart started to race. "What is going on?"
A smooth surface touched his shoulder. Leonardo turned to look up. The wooden woman he had first met had her hand on him. "Leonardo? Are you okay Leonardo?"
"What? You can speak?!"
"Oh, Leonardo, please. Answer me please."
"I am answering you? What is happening?"
The pain suddenly returned to Leonardo. His body was heavy. His eyes were closed and the grass was brushing against his hand. Tne other was crushed inside someone else's. He was led on someone's lap. His eyes opened to slits. "E-Ezio?"
"Leonardo! You are alright!"
The artist looked around. There were three bodies led around them. "Ezio! What happened!?" The assassin shook his head with a slight smirk. "You have made a mess, assassino. You will have to clean it up. Though, if you bring him inside..?"
The pair grinned at each other.
"Come on, Leonardo. Let's get you cleaned up."