A woman by the name of (Y/N) has recently quit her job due to a call from a nice lady named Ms.Pauling stating she is hired to the (R/B) team. After getting the call she quit being a FBI agent to become a mercenary.
You sat on the roof of the base, peering out into the bleak summer night. The stars shimmering above, you stretched your wings. They were white and (r/b) ombre. Your class is an assassin your face is covered by your Hood, and if all else fails you have a bandana covering your nose and mouth which was black with a stitched smile. Everyone knew of your wings, it's just you secluded yourself although no one knew your identity under your mask.
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I mean, life was great! It's just you didn't really feel at home so you decided to do what the next "freak" would do, and seclude yourself from what you called, normals. You took out your bottled up emotions on assassinating them secretly. You just looked at the stars, hood still up and bandana on; contemplating life and it's complexity. You jerked your arm out to take out your hidden blade. You looked at your faint reflection in the dark.
Not using your voice most of the time took its toll making your voice softer and quieter like a shy little girls voice. So doing taunts was usually body movements, like taking out your blade and running it across your neck. You outstretched your wings and flew back down to the weight room window. It was only 8:00, but days are getting shorter from winter so it's already dark. Walking up to your grinding wheel, you pull out you sword from its scabbard and your machete from its sheath. Pressing up and down with your foot, spinning the wheel you sharpen your blades.
After doing so, you shine them and put them away as you walked to your room to get your toiletries then go to the showers and go to bed. (Your the only girl there and there's women's showers) as you were walking you felt a sharp pain in your right wing, you flinched and looked back seeing archamedies holding one of your feathers in his beak. "Coo~" you softly speak to the bird telling him hello. "Ack! Haz anyvone seen archamedies?!"
Medic screams. "Here!" You faintly call. Soon enough, medic comes by and gets his bird. "Hey um....assassin? I'm sorry abor him taking a feather..." he said guilty.
You laugh a little. "Nah. It's fine, I'm molting anyway! Winters comin up." He looks surprised then changes relieved to hear archamedies wasn't a hastle. You continue on the the showers. You wash your hair, shave, and brush your teeth. (Is it just me or does anyone else brush their teeth in the shower?) you got out and got dressed in the bathrooms, into your pajamas.
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You put your bandana back on and your black pajama pants. After doing so, you walk out. "Hey! Assassin!" Medic calls running towards you. "Vhats that symbol supposed to mean?" He puts his finger on your breast, where the symbol lies.
Your face starts feeling oddly hot. "U-um...it is the symbol of the A.C.D. Which is Assassins Creed Declaration..." "oh~ very interesting!" Medic seems like a giddy kid. You smile under your bandana even if he can't see it. You fluff your wings and a few feathers fall off, knowing you mere molting you didn't care.
You throw them in the trash. Medic smiles innocently at you. You continue on to go to bed finally. You place your bandana on the night stand, and locked the door and window also putting the curtain on. No one is gonna find your identity! NOT TODAY! Finally, you go to sleep.
Next morning.
You wake up to your alarm in pitch darkness, at six in the morning. You get up and stretch your limbs and wings. Another day, another battle. After brushing your hair, you get into your clean assassin outfit and put on you bandana. After so, you go down stairs to get breakfast. Engie was finishing up and everyone was chatting, you were just siting there.
Wait....where's medic you sit up and lean over the table to see if you can find him. "Hey guys where's medic?" Everyone shrugs. You sit back down. All of the sudden something wraps itself around your waist. You were about to scream.
"Shhh Mörder ist es nur mich." Oh...that Sweet german made you melt. "Jou need a check-up." He says as he takes away his arms. You get up and follow him to the med bay. "Jou know vhy I really brought you here."
He dashes up to you and removes your hood. "Schön..." you look up at him with bug eyes. He reaches for your bandana and stops half way. "May I?" You hesitated in nosing but you did none the less. He pulls it off.
He drops the bandana in surprise. He steps back. "J-jour...(Y/N)! The (Y/N)!!" You take a step towards him and he flinched. "Don't hurt mich!" "I won't..." you approach him like a bucking horse.
Now. You may be wondering "why is he so scared?" I'll tell you why! You are the lord of all assassins. Everyone that sees you turns their head in fear. Because they know not to mess with you. You have been trained since 3 years old to fight and do parkour. THAT'S why.
You think a little before speaking. " Ich werde dir nicht weh tun...." *I won't hurt you....* you learned a few key languages in training. Medic slowly gets back up but is still cautious. You outstretched your wings and pull him in for a hug. He was as stiff as a board.
He hesitantly hugged back. "Now...this is our secret right?" Medic pulls hus head off your shoulder to look at you straight "ja..." his voice trails off. "....is there something your not telling me..?" "Ich.......ICH LEIBE DICH!" You start to crack a smile. "Ich leibe dich auch...."
Ok now to do my request. And as always....SEE YA LATER MY DRAGONS!!!!
