Ha, I'm totally dooming myself aren't I? Well, here it goes. Talented people, if you happen to read this and scoff at it...I'm just happy your eyes didn't bleed or any other harm that could have to come to your eyes from reading this... Just a warning: This is the work of mediocre writer, I feel as if I have no talent at all so don't expect anything great or inspiring. And that is the truth.

That is why it is of utmost importance you help me with my writing, please give me advice. DO I need to beg you?

This chapter is more of an introduction, no Altair appearances or other characters yet...for a while. I'm not the type to mess with main characters directly...That's just not my style, I'm more of a long range type of person. You know, the people who usually insult the people they hate across a street full of zooming metal death traps? Yup, that's me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Assassin's Creed...or the game...But I guess I can't be too greedy.

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Chapter 1- Where it All Started

I recall having a conversation with my friends earlier, many days ago...at our prison...er, I mean, school.

“Have you heard of Assassin’s Creed?” I asked with giddy excitement. My friend, Kiersten, looked at me for a while, as though lost in thought. “Have I? Oh, yes, it’s one of those new games, right?”

My other friend, Heather, just stared at us with a blank look. She wasn’t the type to play video games, no matter how tremendous Kiersten and I thought they were.

“I always find it so hilarious!” I said. Kiersten, for a moment gave me an odd look and asked, “Hilarious?”

“Yeah, I want to play it so bad! I mean, who doesn’t want to stab some random guard and jump into haystacks from abnormal heights?!” I was ecstatic.

“Even though that is realistically impossible.” She replied with a smile.

“Yeah…Well, that just sucks.”

Then I turned to Heather who was reading a book because she couldn’t really contribute to our conversation. “Sorry, Heather. Let’s talk about something else.” But she just gave me a small smile and said. “Don’t worry about me, I don’t mind. Your guys’ conversations are funny to listen to anyway.”

“Darn it, I wish I could get Assassin’s Creed!” My mind, for some reason, keeps on repeatedly coming to that game. “But it requires a PS3 or Xbox360 (which I don’t have)…I wish the new game systems would dig themselves a ravine, jump in, and DIE!”

“…You do realize they are inanimate objects that can’t die? They were never alive in the first place.” Heather patted me on the shoulder as though pitying my stupidity.

I pout. “That’s unfortunate…and totally unfair.”

We sigh as the bell rings for our 3rd period class to start. Our break is over. I hug Kiersten and Heather lovingly. “I’ll miss you all.”

“Don’t be dramatic; I’ll see you at lunch.” Heather said, walking towards the stairs.

“Whereas, I won’t see you until our next break which is totally unfair,” Kiersten pouted for a moment and then smiled, “I’ll be seeing you!”

Explaination? Well, the school schedule officially hates us…or whoever organizes the schedules hates us. It won’t even let us have the same lunch. Good God! What did I ever do to YOU!? It officially sucks, but Kiersten and I deal with it.

After getting off the bus and arriving home from the same routine, I am officially feeling tired. I take off my shoes and land in the couch with a sigh, pausing only a moment. “How’d your day go?”

I smile and I look up at my brother who appeared out of nowhere. “Fine.” The exact same thing I said the day before…and the day before that…and before that…“When did you get home?” I asked unceremoniously.

“A few minutes before you, I had a friend drive me.” He looks around, as though he’ll be able to find a conversation starter just by looking. Pft, good luck with that.

We mechanically decide to turn on the TV, even though there is absolutely positively nothing to watch at this time. We flip through the usual channels and find them all pitifully mind-numbing. But we’ll end up watching some of this junk anyway…It’s not like we have anything better to do. We flip to Cartoon Network and see Camp Lazlo. One of the weirdest and nonsense shows to hit television. We then change it to the Disney Channel which shows…The Replacements. …Euh, I take it back, this is the weirdest and nonsense show to hit television. It burns to watch to opening…Oh, did I just twitch?

I look towards my brother and he has a pained expression on his face. “Flippin’ fishcakes! Is there nothing to watch anymore?! How do these shows even manage to get broadcasted?!”

“They kill the president of the broadcasting head quarters and deviously forge the papers to get their rubbish broadcasted.” I answer jokingly.

“Ooh, that is evil.” He smiles and we burst out laughing.

“Ryan, can’t we just watch Spongebob? At least I still laugh at that show.” I asked.

“Is it on?” His answer comes when he flips to the next channel and finds that the opening song for Spongebob has started.

“That must mean yes.”

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It was the weekend and there is absolutely NOTHING to do. We already cleaned the house like the saintly children we were and our parents were off shopping…Leaving my brother and I to our little devilish sister, Isabel. Oho, she may look cute…But deep inside, she’s evil I tell you! PURE EVIL! Pure, tainted (as if that even makes sense) malice! Beware…

“Ryan, when are Mommy and Daddy coming home?” She asks the moment they are gone. Ryan and I exchange looks and then answered. “Who knows?” Then we were met with awkward silence.

“Can I play the Playstation 2?” She ventures. Ryan and I both know that was what she wanted to do the whole week.

“Sure, go ahead.” He answers, bored.

She wastes no time and immediately darts for the PS2 and sits down in front of the television, turning on the game. She has a possessed look on her face as she watches the opening for the game.

“Were we ever slaves to the video games like that when we were little?” I ask watching my sister.

“Of course not!” He replies patting me on the shoulder reassuring me. “Now, let’s go over to my friend Anthony’s house to play on his PS3.”

I nearly roll my eyes. Not a slave to the video games, huh? But I can’t help but take up on the offer until I realize one problem. “Who’s going to watch Isabel?”

“Don’t worry; she’s occupied with her game right now.” My brother, the idiot, doesn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. We never leave her alone at home unless we wanted a disaster to happen. And I also happen to know that with my sister’s anger issues, she’ll get into a tantrum from the game soon. She once got angry at her Gameboy from playing Pokemon and nearly threw the hunk of plastic at me when I tried to calm her. I don’t even want to think about what she does when she gets angry playing the PS2. I imagined her relentlessly screaming and hitting the television while throwing the controller on the ground with equal vigor.

Realizing his mistake from my angry look he quickly thought up something. “How about Anthony coming here? He’ll even bring the PS3 and his new games.”

“Do you really think we could?” I asked nervously as I started playing with my sleeves. I would avoid inviting my friends over because of my sister’s…odd personality. My neighbor, Lauren, came over once (she kept on bugging me to come over) and was freaked out when my sister started getting all excited and barking like a dog. Lauren kept on giving me odd looks, obviously freaked out. It was weird. Oh, and Lauren never came back. Now, my sister asks why Lauren never comes over anymore…Oh, I don’t know...Maybe it’s because…You insisted on acting like a DOG?!

“Isabel, will behave.” My brother reassured me as though reading my mind. He turned to my sister and said in a playful voice as though she were 3 years old. “Right, buddy? My friend’s coming over with a PS3 and some games so we can play together!”

Isabel’s attention was caught immediately. “You mean the new PS3?! The one everyone is buying cause’ it’s awesome?!”

“YEAH!” Ryan even started jumping up and down with his arms in the air to over emphasize his excitement.

“…I hate the PS3.” She said fatally. Ryan’s excitement deflated as my sister unemotionally looked away and continued with her game as though nothing happened. Ooh, that was beyond cold.

“I hate it too, but only because I want to play Assassin’s Creed and that’s one of the only game systems for that game…” I said, walking to her and sitting beside her.

She paused her game and looked at me for a moment. “Hmm, I heard that game was good…” Constantly researching on games, my sister is updated on the new games and systems.

Ryan smiled seeing what I was doing. “Anthony has Assassin’s Creed! We could try it out!”

My sister pondered for a moment (the longest moment I ever went through), while my brother and I held our breath until she finally, reluctantly, nodded. “Okay, we’ll try it out. I think that there were some good reviews on that game.” And for good reason too.

It wasn’t long until Anthony was at our door. When he came into the room with his PS3 and the Assassin’s Creed game, I resisted the urge to snatch it from his hands. Instead, I long-sufferingly waited as he set the PS3 up. Could he work any slower?!

He finally finished setting up the PS3 and began the game. He adjusted his glasses and picked up the controller. “Who wants to try it first?”

Oh! ME! ME! ME! PICK ME DARN IT!! LOOK HERE! But I said nothing. Instead my brother and I looked towards our sister who was contemplative on whether or not she should try the game. It was one of the most dramatic moments ever…and the most torturing. My brother and I knew that keeping her satisfied was the only way she’d behave. Pathetic, I know, but if you had ever experienced any of her tantrums you’d realize, we’re being pathetic for a reason.

“No thanks, I’ll just watch first.” She sat on the couch, making herself comfortable.

“I’ll try.” My brother stole the moment from me. Heck no! I called it first! No fair! You no good, rotten, traitorous, ugly, pig-smelling, lazy, moment-stealing brother! DAMN YOU!

That’s what I wanted to say, but I did the mature thing. “I hope you die on your first try.” I said glaring.

He smirked. “I feel so loved.”

“Sorry to ruin this heartwarming moment, but could I use your guys’ bathroom? Nature calls.” Anthony stood up looking around our house as though it were a labyrinth.

“It’s down the hall on your left.” My sister answered before my brother and I could.

“Thanks.” He wasted no time to rush off to do his…business.

Abruptly, I remembered something. “Isabel, the door down the hallway on the left is the garage.”

She grinned mischievously. “I know.”

Next thing we knew, Anthony was running back to the living room, jumping up and down. “That…was the garage.” Thank you, Mr. Obvious.

“Oops, sorry about that!” My sister feigned innocence. “Keep going down the hallway, go around the corner and you’ll find a door on your left.” Not again.

“That’s the closet.” I intervened, saving Anthony another unnecessary trip. “Try the door on the right.”

He didn’t even take time to thank me as he ran off, running at a faster speed than I thought he ever could.