Assasins Creed Fanfic

Sequence 1.4

The Halls were almost empty as Lucius headed for his next class. Not many people went to this school anymore. He needed to hurry. He was going to be late. But Lucius didn't care. He couldn't stop thinking about earlier that morning. He was an Assassin. One who could disappear in seconds, but not today. He hated being left out in the open, to be vulnerable. He was trained to go unnoticed. Naturally he felt uncomfortable when all eyes go to him. He was furious..

Avery hated it when he didn't take his education seriously. She was a teacher after all. She had been his guardian, since his parents had died. She was his history teacher before that, and she was a friend since they had first met. Lucius began to walk faster. It was Maria Avery who inducted Lucius to the Brotherhood, not his parents. Lucius wasn't even sure if his parents had even known about the Brotherhood's existence, let alone the Templars.

They were never really there for him; not only emotionally, but also physically. They were always out, getting drunk or high, sometimes both. They barely knew Lucius's name until he was eleven. No wonder they'd died in a drunken car wreck. Lucius hadn't really cared. He learned more, experienced more, LIVED more in the past four years with Avery, than the previous eleven years with the strangers he called "parents".

The day Maria Avery became the guardian of Lucius was the day she told him the truth. Not the lies she had told in school, but the true reality. A world of Templars with the few Assassin's left to stop their war on humanity. The next day Lucius asked to join the Brotherhood. Training was painful, but not impossible. Everyday he got stronger, nimbler, stealthier. After a year or so, there was only one thing left to do.

Lucius was running to class now. He was tasked to go into the city, stop a criminal, and come back with the blood on his hands to prove it. Lucius had trained on dummies, holograms, even a punching bag, but nothing could prepare him for what followed. Punching bags don't scream. They don't bleed. They don't feel guilt. Humans do. That night, Lucius came back with blood on his hands.

Nothing could have prepared him for the what happens when you stab a man and he...

Slam!

Lucius was on the ground. His head reeled. It took him a second to piece together what happened. Anxiety, fear, pain, guilt, beauty, collision. There were books scattered all over the bland hallway. There was spots of crimson on the floor. The late bell was ringing, the halls were empty. Except for one.

Macie was frantically trying to reassemble the formation the books once stood in her hands. She was whispering. "I'msosorryIwasn'tpayingattention." Her words were a panicked blur. It wasn't uncommon for people to get into fights over things like this and gender did not matter at this school. When Lucius looked up she gasped, She grabbed a small cloth from her overflowing bag and handed it to Lucius. "It's for your, uh..." She was clearly uncomfortable.

Lucius took his hand to his face and realized that his lip was bleeding. Not immensely so, but it wasn't difficult to see that Macie was horrified by blood. He took the white rag, and wiped the stream from his face. Macie looked terrified. Three days ago, a girl ran into an older guy on the way to class. When they found her she was beaten into critical condition, unconscious and bloody. But this was not new information, it happened often."No. I apologize." Lucius said. He was one of few who still believed in respect. Macie was shivering with fear, tears rolled down her face. "I am not going to hurt you."

"But that's what he said!" Macie sobbed as she turned her head. Lucius could see a large bruise on her neck. Rage swallowed his conscience, yet he did not let it show on the outside. Who would dare? She could not stop whimpering, she thought she was going to die. Macie lingered in the halls sometimes, nobody knew why. But She was there that day. She must have hidden and seen the girl get jumped. She watched as an innocent person was put into critical condition for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Then he struck the only witness.Lucius held onto her hand and helped her up. He sheltered her.

"But I'm not him."

Then Lucius walked Macie to class.