Assassins creed - Understanding

Chapter 7 - The Right Choice

My hand was bloody. There was pain in my leg, but I couldn’t find out its reason. There was no reason. There was just pain. It was as though a thousand needles had been struck into my leg, when in reality it was just one arrow. One arrow could do so much damage; one arrow could cause so much pain. Blood seeped through skin and fabric. I was hot and cold at the same time. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead while my teeth chattered. My leg was numb. No movement could be made. My throat was dry, and I needed water. I felt as though I had swallowed sand. All I wanted was to end this suffering.

‘It’s okay. Everything will be okay.’

‘Valentina. Your parents were Templars, they were the ones behind the murders of the assassins. We never found out why, we still don’t know. And that man, that man who killed them? The assassin? It was Mr.Bicco. And Mr.Bicco was also Sandro’s father. Yes, Sandro Terassini Bicco.’

I clenched my hands into fists, building power from my arms. I was taught that power came from your arm, and not your fingers. I extended my arm, and lifted it up slowly to avoid suspicion. Then I brought it down, quickly, forcefully, onto Sandro’s face, just above his lip. Too soon, I had extended my fingers, and my nail cut him lip. I could do with that though.

‘What the HELL Valentina!?’ Sandro cried, clutching his face. That was one less pretty face I had to worry about. My fingers itched for his face again. There was a small patch of blood on his lips, nothing that he couldn’t fix later. I didn’t regret punching him. If anything, I would do it again, harder. I raised my fist a second time, but before it came into contact with his face, he caught my wrist and threw it aside.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?!’ I yelled at him, pushing him back. ‘Why didn’t you tell me he was YOUR father?!’  

I felt Ezio and Poalo starting at me. I didn’t care if they were amused, or shocked, or scared.

‘It was not my place to tell you! I was only meant to bring you here! Why are you punching me?’

‘Because your father killed my parents, idioti!’

‘My father. Not me.’

‘You are all the same!’ I found myself choking on my own words.

‘The same? Like you and your mother are the same?! Besides, you killed my father!’

‘Because he killed my parents!’

‘Then-‘

‘ENOUGH’ Ezio yelled over both of us. I guess we were pretty loud, but I didn’t care. This was not my fault. Ezio didn’t seem angry, just sad. Poalo, however, was laughing loudly in his corner.

‘You!’ I turned my anger to him, who raised an eyebrow. ‘Why didn’t you ever tell me? That you KNEW?’

He replied plainly, ‘Because it was not for me to tell.’

I began to get flustered. ‘Then whose place was it to tell, God dammit?!’

‘Mine.’ Ezio answered.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My head was spinning with anger. I had to gather my thoughts. This was just too much information to take in, all so fast. Without saying anything else, I pushed past Sandro and walked out the room. He called out to me, but I told him to shut up. I left the building and did what I was best at doing – I ran.

When I run like this, I never know where I am going. When I run because of what I am feeling, it gives me energy to run further and faster. If I am angry, I run to shake it off. I run violently, barging through people. When I am scared, I run calmly, trying to lose my pursuer. When I run like I am flying, I don’t know where I am going until I’m there.