Dark-Assassin-Kat

I screamed. "Father! No!" The booming laugh of the executioner was loud and taunting; telling me to move forward and strangle his neck dry. Hot tears of anger ran down my face, leaving a trail visible for all to see. "He helps the poor. Gives them food that you could be eating! Not those filthy people! He was a horrid man, charging too much for fruits-" "Be quiet! None of that is true!" I screeched, pointing my finger at him. "He is a liar! All of you, watching men and woman die every week! Shame on you!" I yelled, wiping tears of my face and walking over to the evil man. His guards moved in as I felt a tinge of fear crawling against my

You gazed at the moonlight reflecting on the ocean waves. A sudden, soft sound startled you. You looked at your right, seeing the Eagle of Masayf lying peacefully next to you. You smiled before turning your head slightly back at the reflection. "Beautiful, isn't it?" You murmured. The Eagle nodded in agreement. You sighed contently at the marvelous sight. You and the Eagle never really had time to relax, so this was nice. "Why do you come here every night when you have a chance?" The Eagle asked, looking at you. You closed your eyes and smiled. "It's really peaceful and tranquil. I...I mean, we, never really have time to relax and enjoy th

"Here's the feather." Malik scowled, shoving the feather into Altair's hands. You pursed your lips. He's been like this for quite awhile now. It's been a few weeks since the first time you walked into the bureau. This was the second target Altair had to kill. Tamir was long dead. "Bye, Malik." You said, following an annoyed Altair. He nodded and waved you off. "Be safe." He warned. You nodded and quickly sped up to follow the assassin. You were quite surprised that the next target, Garnier de Naplouse, was the Master of the Knights Hospitalier. No surprised, more so shocked. You have never heard of the word, but Malik explained that is w

"You really shouldn't go outside with Edward." "Why not?" "Just look at him." You turned your head to turn to said Assassin... Currently, he was beating up a plank of wood with his fists. Your brow quirked. "Why is he doing that?" You asked Achilles. He muttered. "Still haven't found that blasted Lee. He's taking out his 'failure' on that plank." He explained. You sighed. Poor plank. "Connor!" You shouted, catching his attention. He stopped punching and looked at you. "Yes?" He asked, massaging his knuckles. "We should draw Lee on the board." You replied, jogging over. He perked up. "And Edward on the other side!" He smiled. Your br

You couldn't believe it. It couldn't be happening. He was dead. Your best friend. The man you've loved for so long. Dead. "Malik! What have you done?!" Altair roared, glaring at Abbas and his right-hand man. You didn't know what his name was, and frankly, you didn't care. Altair was ready to kill Abbas. His shoulders tensed, knuckles a pure white like his old robes. His wife, Maria, was desperately holding him back, shedding a few tears as well. They weren't close, but seeing your husband's best friend and adviser dead...it was quite a sight. But you were too stunned. He had be thrown into jail, accused of Sef's death. The three of you

I screamed. "Father! No!" The booming laugh of the executioner was loud and taunting; telling me to move forward and strangle his neck dry. Hot tears of anger ran down my face, leaving a trail visible for all to see. "He helps the poor. Gives them food that you could be eating! Not those filthy people! He was a horrid man, charging too much for fruits-" "Be quiet! None of that is true!" I screeched, pointing my finger at him. "He is a liar! All of you, watching men and woman die every week! Shame on you!" I yelled, wiping tears of my face and walking over to the evil man. His guards moved in as I felt a tinge of fear crawling against my

I visited every last Friday on every month. I never forgot. It's hard to forget. It's just too hard. I should visit him. His place. His rightful place where he should be. But he isn't. He will never be. My little brother, Kadar Al-Sayf, will never reach the place where most want to rest in. He received no 'rest in peace'. All he got was a quick death and a foolish older brother that ran away. He never got a proper burial. Or a ceremony from the Brotherhood. Or a goodbye. Or even a proper resting place. His resting place is where he died and will remain there. Forever. Every last Friday of the month, I would close the bureau early. A

It sucked being alone. Seriously. He knew very well. "Dude, you need to get a girlfriend." His cousin complained, walking into his room and eyeing him tiredly. "Shut the hell up Ezio." Desmond huffed, snapping his laptop shut. He grabbed it's case and carefully sliding the gray electronic object into the comfortable confinements. Ezio just rolled his eyes. "No, really. All you do is mope around, sleep, eat, and watch YouTube videos. And occasionally join us for a run." Ezio sighed, walking out. His Converse squeaked against the tiled floors. Desmond growled. "It's my house Ezio! Take your shoes off!" He could hear grunts and muttered rep