Assassinating The Dead

Ezio's New Beginning

Authors Note!: Those of you who are big fans of assassins creed I made this story as people who are, I guess you could say, reincarnations, of Altair, Ezio, Connor, and Desmond. I also changed things to resemble there stories. It changes points of views, BTW!! I will edit my story once it is completed so please excuse the typos and mistakes and please tell me any big mistakes in the comments! I hope you like it!:D I have to say though, I bet that there are a lot of people who will criticize the fact that Ezio and Connor are girls. I did that because unlike most fan fictions I wanted to be different and original! Lastly, I have completed book one and will put an authors note at the end of the book when I'm ready to publish the new one!(:

Check out Skye19's story "The Mission" and my other story I've started "A Pirate's Life for Me" for some great reads. <3

EZIO:

"Ezio! Come here! I've got some news!" My brother, Claudio, called from downstairs. I stood up from my vanity and looked at myself in the mirror and admired my long, curly, dark brown hair. I walked out of my bedroom door, then to the edge of the upstairs balcony, and peered down at my brother. He seemed a little flustered by something. He ran his hands through his messy short, black hair, and he was standing there looking up and me with his worried, brown eyes.

"What is it, Claudio? Is everything alright?" I asked him while my voice wavered from being nervous about the news he was preparing to break to me. I can only fear the worst of things since misfortune has followed me my whole life. The worst of it all happened a few years ago, when my mother and two sisters were killed in Florence by some Templars who were after me; they sacrificed themselves to protect me from them. After that my father, brother, and I couldn't bare to stay in Florence, so we moved to Venice close to my father's family.

"You're not going to be too happy," Claudio warned looking down at his feet. Claudio is usually happy all of the time and tries to make everyone smile, so this can't be good.

"Is our padre okay?" I asked making sure it's not concerning our families well-being. The brotherhood and me have taken care of most, almost all the Templars in these parts but you cant always get them all.

"Yes, yeah, he's fine. I just got a call from the brotherhood..." I'm an assassin, and the brotherhood is the people I work for. We , I guess you can say, "take care" of the bad guys. We sneakily take out them out and make it untraceable back to us. You' think we would get caught by the police every once in a while but we are pretty skilled in not leaving any traces of us behind.

"What? What is it?" I asked him just wanting to know the answer and for him to stop beating around the bush.

"They want us, well you, to move to the United States," He finally answered me uneasily and tried to say it as calmly as possibly for me not to freak out and get pissed off.

"Awe, merda! I don't want to leave. You've got to be kidding me," I responded exactly how I felt, pissed off. Claudio ran his fingers through his hair trying to think of a way to sooth me but they probably won't work.

"Yeah, I'm not too happy either. But apparently there have been signs that Templars are plotting stuff." Templars are our greatest enemies. They are power hungry and will do anything to get what they want. The Assassins and the Templars have been at war for hundreds of years and won't stop till either one of us is wiped out. We assassins have taken out so many of their leaders and they've killed many of us through the years. This war has gone on for so long; I don't even know what actually started it. I just fight for what's right and it's not those power-desperate fools.

"I guess I'll get packing." Well that was not what I wanted to hear. I walked back upstairs and stood in my door way looking at my room. It seems gloomy now that it will be empty. The curtains were blowing from the wind coming through the window from the rain outside. It's ironic though, it raining like this when I'm disappointed. I picked up my pictures of my mom and sisters from just a few weeks before they past and tears rose in my eyes. No, I'm not going to cry, I'm too strong to be doing this now. They wouldn't want me to so I just won't.