Assassino (ORIGINAL)

Chapter 6 - How to Assassinate Like a Pro, or Boss, Whichever you Prefer

I feel so guilty for making you guys wait. I was reading a really good book though... -.- Anyways, here's the chapter!
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"We work in the dark to serve the light."

-Unknown

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I was enraged beyond belief. How dare he kill a six-year-old, a six-year-old, to prove a point?! As we charged the monster and Templar army, I grew extremely grateful that someone hhad the foresight to place Camp Half-Blood's barrier on the top of the hill so anyone who wanted to attack had to not only climb up the hill but also fight a determined defender. Yes, I had gotten smarter while I was away. No, I still did not know what 9+10 equals. Did you see what I did there? 9+10? =21? No? Dam you My body was on auto-pilot as I had this sudden insight.

Slash, stab, parry, block, thrust. Dead. Golden dust flew through the air around me. I was a force of pure destruction. Man, these years as an Assassin had really prepared me for fights like these against multiple opponents at once, after all, it's not like you take others who are need for different missions and the like out to help you kill people. Although there was that one mission.. Stupid ADHD! Yes, I still have it, and no, I don't do stakeouts.

I saw a few of the campers struggling with a Templar. They couldn't kill them because of their purely Celestial Bronze weapons. I tried to sneak up on the Templar and stab him, but the campers' eyes widened giving away my position. I silently cursed as he spun around and attacked me. I blocked his sword with my hidden blade. I will now refer to the hidden blade as the blade 'cause I'm too lazy He didn't see my sword though and I ran him through. The campers' eyes turned into tennis balls. Not literately! They just widened to that size, you idiots. Sorry for that, I'll always love you my cupquakes They had probably never seen a corpse before. I have. Heck, I've made most of them.

"Ezio!" I shout across the battlefield.

"What, Crowley?" He hollered back.

"We need to go after the Templars. The campers can't kill them so they're having trouble! Spread the word!"

"Consider it done!"

I went back to stabbing things. This is where I start to imagine myself in his shoes... Stabbing things in AC Identity is so fun. Soon the bodies of Templars littered the ground and gold dust lay thickly everywhere. My fellow Assassins and I proceeded to loot the corpses. Chiron and the campers looked at us in disgust.

"Don't look at us like that!" I complained. Okay, whined.

"You're- you're looting dead people's bodies." Annabeth stuttered.

I smirked. It felt good to be able to make her stutter. "So what? This is the only pay we get. The Brotherhood only gives us basic food and housing in our HQ. They also provide places like blacksmiths and tailors but anything we need, we must make or buy. We get no pay or recognition. We have a saying: 'We work in the dark to serve the light.'. Looting is an everyday occurrence for us. We do so to raise funds, claim materials used to create better armour or weaponry, or claim prototype weaponry or gadgets."

By the way, if this explanation is wrong in anyway, could you point that out? Thanks.

"That still doesn't give you an excuse to loot dead bodies" she exclaimed, now slightly distraught.

"Yes it does. Just because si puttana (you whore or bitch, because there is no Italian word for bitch) don't get it, doesn't mean it's automatically bad." I was breathing hard after this outburst. "Come on." I said to the other Assassins who had finished looting by now. We stalked back to our cabin, but before we got too far a someone called out,"Wait!" I froze. It was Him. He was the one who ruined my life.

"What." I asked, my voice pure ice.

"Who do you think you are? Marching into camp like royalty, then insulting us, and disrespecting the dead?"

"The dead deserve no respect. If they thought it would further their own ends, they would slaughter every child in existence and force their mothers to do it."

"I challenge you! Arena! Now!"

I sighed. On one hand, I still wouldn't get to see our cabin. On the other hand, I would seem like a coward.

"Fine. I accept."

Word count: 626. Published: 10:16 EST. 10th, December, 2015.