Unsuspected: Assassin's Creed

Chapter One

I came up, gasping for air as I lurched my body towards the surface.
"That's it, Avalen! Your high score!"
I easily swing my legs atop the poolside and lay back on the wet concrete. Taking slow, calm and easy breaths, I close my eyes happily. "How many seconds was I under the water?"
"Seconds!? You mean minutes? Avalen, you were sitting at the bottom of the pool for frickin' twenty-one minutes and fifty-eight seconds! That's better than Jake!" My swim team coach, Coach Maddie, exclaimed in disbelief.
"That ain't too bad." I said, exhausted.
My best friend, Jake, was the most skilled on our swim team... except for me. We met in kindergarten, and have been great friends ever since. Everyone is always surprised at his skill, because on the outside, he doesn't look very athletic. He has round glasses, and never combs his hair. Everyone always says that he looks like Harry Potter, so that's what they call him. My chest rose and fell with deep breaths. "It still doesn't break the world record."
"You broke the world record for holding your breath underwater while you were swimming, Avalen. You are very talented!" Coach told me, bringing me my towel. I stood up, opening my eyes. Coach dropped the beach towel beside me, and I grabbed it. Unfolding it, I looked over the Assassin's Creed emblem that was sewn onto it. The silver symbol glittered in the sunlight, and the light bounced on the surface of the water. I smiled at the sign of my favorite video game. Wrapping the towel around me, I motion my head toward the indoor pool's door.

"I am leaving," I say, hearing my voice echo off the walls. "I'm so tired."
"Okay," Coach waved to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then!"
I nodded, slipped on my sandals and opened the door. It was a beautiful scene: the city's skyline and Big Ben stood out against the horizon, orange and pink colors drifted in the sky as the sun set, and people began to sink into their houses.
Or come out.
I knew from the start that it wasn't a good idea to wait until night to leave the private swim meet. I still had to walk a long way into the city, get my mother some groceries, and be back by 10. The last part could obviously not come true, considering that it is about nine o'clock here in Downtown London. So, all in all, I was screwed.
Taking a deep breath and wrapping the towel at my waist, I begin walking down the sidewalk. As a mature, eighteen year old girl, I know better than to make myself known. Other than the occasional quiet squeak of my sandals, I was completely silent. I smoothly danced around London's familiar corners and slithered silently along the streets.
As I were about halfway to the store, I began to feel odd. As if someone was following me. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, as if defending itself. I swiftly turn around, but to my confusion, saw no one.
"Pull yourself together, girl." I told myself. I began to walk again, until I heard a the faint crinkle of dry leaves. I whip around with a cry. A man, about a whole head taller than me, stood directly behind my back. He had a bit of a goatee, and a top hat on his head. He was handsome, but that didn't matter. I jump back away from the man, but he took a small step forward.
"Can I help you?" I say to him, pursing my lips in fright.
The tall man laughed, a big, booming laugh, and tilted his head. "I need you to tell me where the grocery store is." He said, tilting his head again.
"Why would a grown man ask a little girl for directions? Can you go find someone more of your age?" I took another step back when his eyes lit like hellfire.
"Do not disrespect your elders, Avalen." The man said, pointing at himself. "I am not disrespecting you."
I grimaced. "You are invading my space and prolonging our conversation." I cared not at that time how he knew my name, or why he called himself an elder when he only looked about in his twenty's. All I cared about was getting away, and so I slowly began to step away. But the man took more steps forward, closing the space that I tried to make.
Suddenly the man lurched forward to grab me with both hands. In instict, I leaped to the right and kicked underneath his outstretched arms. My shin connected with his gut, and the man tumbled to the ground; head over heels. He kipped up with a cry and flung a punch straight towards my face. I quickly ducked, and forcefully pushed up my arm. My hand connected with his elbow, and he let out a terrible yell as his arm made a snap. He crippled forward, holding his broken arm. My eyes widened as he slowly turned his head toward me, a glare on his face.
If looks could murder, this one would be overkill. The man stood up straight, putting his unbroken arm to his side, his broken one still hanging unnaturally.
"Go do something useful." I said, proud that my voice didn't shake. I stood up straight and walked right past him. "By the way, the grocery store is two blocks to the left." I tossed the words over my shoulder.
I heard the strange man stumble away, leaving me alone once again. It was completely dark now, and the stars shined above me. The moon was full, and it casted it's light onto the brick buildings. I took a deep breath, wrapping the towel around me as my body shivered with leftover adrenaline.
How did that man know my name? The question popped into my head now, and it puzzled me still. And where did those fighting skills come from? It just occurred to me that I have never learned those moves, or seen them.
Except in Assassin's Creed.
I'm going insane. I told myself. I play that game WAY too much.
I especially thought so when I saw a black sillohete jump from the top of a building and into the path in front of me.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Am I seeing things? I rubbed my eyes, but the figure was still there. No matter how many times I blinked, it was still there.
The shadow began to stand up, and I saw that a cloak hung down to it's knees. As I surveyed the figure, I realized that it was a woman; as I studied the curvature of her hips. As she stepped closer into the light, I realized that she was wearing a hood.
What the heck?
Her head slowly rose up, and there was just enough light to see half of her face.
Evie Frye?!
"Hello, Avalen." She said smoothly.
I shook my head in shock, walking backwards. I didn't know what to think, or say.
"Do not be afraid," Evie said kindly. "I will not harm you."
"Is this some kind of sick cosplay?" I ask her, voice firm. I stopped walking and stood still.
She sighed. "No, Avalen. I came here because Jacob and I have seen great potential in you."
A man suddenly stood next to Evie--no, the man that I fought was now putting his hand on Evie's shoulder. That must be Jacob, I realized.
"B-but how are you here?" I stammered. "I mean, you're a video game, and even if it were true, you would be long dead in history right now."
Jacob Frye shook his head. "The assassins have created a device that preserves lives."
My eyes widened in disbelief. "Y-you mean, all of the assassins, you know, from the games, are still alive?!"
"Yes." Evie and Jacob said together.
"Even Arno?"
"Yep."
"Ezio?"
"You bet."
"Edward, Connor, Shao Jun, Altïar, Avelin, and Baptiste?"
"Uh-huh." Jacob nodded. He and Evie smiled when they saw me fangirling.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I screamed happily as I clapped my hands together. "When do we get started?"
Jacob and Evie exchanged quick glances, and Jacob started to walk away. Or rather, stumble. His broken arm still seemed to hurt Jacob, as he winced every time he moved it.
"Hey, uh, Mr. Frye!" I called to Jacob. He turned around and looked at me with a smile.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry about that broken elbow." I apologized with a dip of my head.
"It was an honor to fight you, Avalen." He said, continuing to walk away. "You are an excellent assassin."
I blushed, turning around. Evie was waiting impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest. She rolled her eyes as Jacob blew her a fake kiss jokingly from behind me.
"Twin brothers," she sighed to me, smiling.
"I wouldn't have experience with them," I told her playfully.
"I know. You're lucky." Evie unfolded her arms, glancing at Big Ben. "We need to go."
Evie leaped up beside a building and grabbed a brick that was jutting out from the wall. Using parkour, she climbed easily to the roof of the one-story structure.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" She called down to me.
I shifted my weight uncomfortably. "Umm, I cant...uh, do...", I said, half embarrassed.
"Oh, right. Um...", Evie climbed back down, and stood next to me. "Here, take this." She rolled up her blue and grey sleeve to reveal a hidden blade and grappling hook. She unstrapped it off her arm and handed it to me. "Use this."
"Really?" I asked her, feeling privileged.
"Yes. I don't mind. I don't really need it." Evie smiled, surprisingly comforting.
I slipped it on to my wrist. It was surprisingly heavy, and the leather was tight on my skin. I held up my arm, flicked my wrist up, and braced myself.
"Let's go."

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