Assassins creed - Understanding

Chapter 5 - A Familiar Face

‘Let go of me, NOW’

‘Would you just-‘

‘NO. Put me down, and let me go.’

‘I need you to-‘

‘NO. I will not have anything to do with YOU, or any of your people.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t have to tell you that!’

‘I think you should’

‘Well, I think I should not.’

‘Merda, was it really that bad?’

I turned my head towards the hooded man. His hands clutched painfully at my arms. I twisted in his grip, but he would not let go. Smoke flared through my ears and my blood was hot. My hands itched for my sword-Which was in Sandro’s belt. I was so frustrated; I just wanted to go home. Why did I have to go into that Gondola? And why, Valentina, did you fall asleep?

‘It’s none of your business, NOW LET ME GO.’

He didn’t, of course.

‘I have to take you to-‘

‘To who?! I don’t want to see him!’ I was angry, but I was not scared.

‘If you would just listen-‘

‘I DON’T WANT TO LISTEN.’  Could he not understand?

After we had reached the shore from the water, I was pulled up by Sandro. I was covered in one if his dark robes, which I instantly threw on the floor. I started running as soon as my feet his the stone floor. Being half asleep, Sandro had no trouble catching up to me. He was trying to make me go somewhere, to follow him like a dog. Pah, I wasn’t stupid. He only wanted me so I could be questioned, tortured and then killed. He wanted to take me to his people, to the other assassins..

The ones who killed Flavia. Who attacked the den. Who attacked my home.

I didn’t trust Sandro, not one bit. But he wouldn’t listen to me.

I kept thinking of ways that I could run away from him. Injure him somewhere and then run. Run and then throw a knife. Call for help.. Nobody would help me.

‘Where did you get that hidden blade?’

I turned to look at him, my train of thoughts gone. I looked down at my right hand, where my blade was attached to my wrist. Looking back at Sandro’s shadow of a face, I snarled.

‘No place you need to know about.’

He remained calm and said. ‘May I see it?’

‘No. Unless you would like to see it in the back of your brain, you-‘

He waved the end of my sentence off. I frowned and struggled in his grip.

He was dragging me around like I was some sort of rag doll. I reached the end of the street, where a black horse was parked. This was my chance! I could get on the horse and-

‘Don’t get any ideas. That’s MY horse.’

I groaned silently. Then I realized, he was going to put me up on a horse. There was no way I was getting on that horse with this infuriating man!

‘Sandro, I refuse to get on that horse and let you take me wherever you want to take me. Let me go and never come to me again!’ I half pleaded to him. I was getting desperate to get out of this man’s grip. How I longed for Duccio, the warmth of his touch. He would help me. It was just that he was in Roma, doing more important things.