Assassin's Creed- Keep Me

Chapter 2- Ezio

This should not have happened. I felt it in my gut. This was wrong. I was supposed to be on a comfortable black mare, racing through the wilderness, far away from Roma. That was the plan from the start, to find a deserted tavern and spend the night between a woman's legs instead of scaling a tired building, it's red bricks melting in the sunlight.

The Templar scopatori chased me down every street, passageway and alley in the city. Dark corners and tight spaces that had waited centuries to be discovered, only to be found by half a dozen men pursuing what they called a "glorified murder".

Half of the public had been knocked off their feet as I raced through the crowds. I suspected it was a little late to blend in. Once I'd created a reasonable distance between me and them, I'd swept up a ladder and let them chase me over the roof-tops. Of course, I was more used to those of Firenze, yet I still had twice the skill and grace of any Templar bastardo that made the mistake of trying to hunt me down. You do not run after an Assassin.

Somehow, I'd made it here, climbing up one of the most awkward structures I'd ever experienced.

Grazie a Dio! An open window! I swung a languid hand up to grab the inside of the windowsill, then the next, and heaved my tortured prescence onto the cold kitchen tiles of the apartment. My eye's had to adjust after the torment the light had put them through, but I never got quite so far. A splash of water.

I looked over at the washer-woman who had just dropped her scrubbing brush into a bowl of soiled linen. Startled, she took a step back as I returned to my feet.

"Mi dispiace, signora." I edged towards the door as I spoke. "Do not trouble yourself, I mean no harm." I said, heavily-accented. The door opened with a cringe, and just before I turned to go, I gave an awkward smile of apology to the petrified housewife. "Ciao!" I chirped, before sprinting down the hallway.

I must leave... I thought to myself, before things get much worse.

Without any intention, I started to think about the girl at the balcony... The girl that had called my name. How could she have known it? I had never met her, surely. I was certain I would remember a girl so brave. Calling out a criminal's name could mean suicide, if they were suspicious enough to think you an accomplice. Courageous, idiotic girl. I would have called her beautiful, except her face I was uncertain of from such a distance. I decided I had to find her before leaving.

A scream violated the alley's silence below. Of course, you could hear the racket of the main street from here, but the only sound had been the occasional footsteps. If I involved myself in the matter, I could get weak. If I got weak, I was easier to get imprisoned. If I got imprisoned, it meant imminent death. Yet I still found myself lurching over the marble balcony into a tiled garden of spider plants.

The back of the girl's head faced me, but the other two grizzly cazzi were in my view. Cazzo numero uno had a mashed face the colour of old leather, yellow teeth, and a round, bare stomach. His mangled chest was covered with a thicket of greasy dark hair, that well matched his shoulder length tangled mane. Cazzo numero due was a stout, skinny man, with a bald patch amidst his dirtied, lice infested, golden mess of hair atop his head. It took both to wrestle the girl to the ground.

They took no notice of me as I advanced, even the soft ring my hidden blades gave off as they emerged from my sleeves were not heard over their vulgar noises. As they struggled to get the poor girls clothes off, I slipped round so I could easily access their throats, and sliced them with two, synchronised, movements. Their blood spattered the shocked girl as she lay on the floor, helpless to her conflicting emotions of relief and horror.

My hand stretched out for hers, and warily, she accepted it, and clung on as I brought her to her feet.

I was hypnotised.

She was the girl. The girl on the balcony. Her brown hair was tied back in a ribbon, she wore a rough dress, and her face was round and still slightly aghast.

"You are safe now, bella." Multiple hurried footsteps rung in the hallway from which I had emerged only a few moments ago. "I must go." I turned my back to her while deciding my best route of escape. Her hand clasped mine again.

"Take me with you, signore." I started to hear shouts. "Per favore!" she begged, digging her nails into my palm with fear and desperate hope. Her deep, brown eyes shimmered with tears as they looked into mine. I was her last hope...

"Keep up." I said, gripped onto her hand, and made for the veranda.

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scopatori- fuckers

bastardo- bastard

Grazie a Dio- Thank God

mi dispiace- my apologies

ciao- (you really should know this one :D)

cazzi- dicks

cazzo numero uno- dick number one

cazzo numero due- dick number two

bella- beautiful

per favore- please