What happens in Italy...

Chapter One

It was warm Summer day in the average life of a Teenager, but it wasn't all warm for him. His roon was always Ice cold, and it was storming where he lived. The male's name was Red, he moved into his own place on this very day. For today was his birthday, after finally turning eighteen he got his own house. He had been saving up since he was ten. Finally he was free.

He had his own place, as well as his own bills to pay. So he used every dime he made to pay bills and buy groceries. Growing up in a poor family meant he couldn't get what he wanted. He grunted as his doorbell rang through the house, groaning angrily he got up and trudged towards the door. Upon opening it he picked up a box and carried it inside. When he opened it he grinned at the sight of a Sony PS3 his friend had bought him. Inside a letter read.

'Dear Red, I know you have always wanted a Gaming console. So I bought you one and got you a free game. It's your favorite, Assassin's Creed II. But I think it's a bootleg or something. It had female characters. Anyways, enjoy. - Mark' After reading it he happily rushed into his bedroom, plugging it in and watching his game load up. He didn't care if it was a Female Assassin instead of the usual playboy Ezio he had expected.

He spent hours playing his game until the Female got her own ASSASSIN cloak. He watched as she equipped her equipment and grinned. Best. Game. Ever. He finally got her Hidden blade fixed and proper armor and sword. Everything was going great. Until... Until his console began to spark and smoke, eventually bursting into flames. In instant reaction he ran out of the room getting a bucket of water.

Upon returning he stared in disbelief, the fire was out, and staring right at the new figure in disbelief he dropped the bucket, hearing a faint clink on the ground. No. Not happening at all. He's crazy. The click of the bucket got her attention as the Assassin turned around and instinctively threw four throwing knives. He gasped as the blades stuck into specific parts of his attire forcing him against a wall.

Under normal circumstances he would be freaking out but his attacker was an Assassin. He watched her approach before he gritted his teeth together at the awkward feeling he got when she stood right in front of him. Noticing this he seen her crack a smile as he pulled her hood off her head. "Who are you." She asked sternly, his Italian accent almost made him laugh on the spot forcing him to snicker, until she delivered a swift strike to his groin making him grunt in pain, hunching over as she took the throwing knives back.

She stared at him before speaking once again. "Who are you?" She asked, kneeling next to the man writhing in pain on the floor. His response was shaken by he stuttered out his name. "Red.." He muttered softly, earning a soft laugh from her. She gripped the back of his hoodie, lifting him onto his feet. "Well, Messere Red, My name is Ezia." She spoke, he already knew this was going to be difficult for him.