Assassin's Creed Associate

Favours aren't Favours without a task

"You guys should do a talk show together!"

"I already told you that's not going to happen Blake. I have stage fright."

"And I do anything on stage BUT talk!"

"Come on. You're like the prime examples of opposite attract. The only thing you guys have in common are your genes."

I rolled my eyes and brought out my exercise book haughtily. Blake asked us to do the same thing every lesson and every lesson we would remind him of how incompatible we were. Not to mention how camera shy I was. Someone could be doing something as harmless as recording a snapchat with me in the background and I'd run a mile while Esther would take over the entire video and make a show of it. Sometimes I wish I had as much wit as my sister. Other times I'm glad I don't.

"Settle down everyone. I'm ready to start."

I watched with conflicted eyes as my teacher sauntered in, late as always. Now don't get me wrong, I'm the last person you would expect to hate someone. To be honest I've never known whether I hated her or not. She's just... Someone I thought I could trust but... I was totally TOTALLY wrong. I mean I was wrong as well to think that I could trust a teacher like I would a friend I mean she was a teacher after all. I was just the kind of girl who thought too much of the world. And that came back to bite me hard.

"Deborah, Esther, can I ask you two to do something for me."

Esther sensed my hesitation before I even made a face for it and looked at me warningly. I held back my spite and rose with her, walking to the front desk with shaky confidence.

"On the desk in the conference room upstairs there are two piles of worksheets that I left. Do both of you mind getting them for me."

"Sure!" Esther grinned, "Why not?"

I nodded and turned on my heel before Ms Brandon made eye contact with me. Even after I'd moved forms and ignored her for months I still felt like she was judging me for what I did. What I thought would be a kind gesture she magically warped into some twisted cry for help and made accusations she didn't even know the meaning of. What made her think that she could say the things that she did?

"Don't start this moping again, Deb," My sister whined as we made our way upstairs, "I got enough of this last year."

"Sorry," I sighed, "I guess as long as she's there I'll never really get over it."

"You need to! I'm not having a twin sister with frown lines and depression at 16 years old."

I knocked on the door politely. My sister sighed exasperated and shoved open the door. She waltzed over to the table and lifted one pile of worksheet papers. I followed her steps and began to remove the other pile from the table when she suddenly dropped her set and picked up a letter beside it.

"E, that's not ours to read you know."

"Thank you for agreeing to let us use your school as a resource. We hope that we can live up to the standard your staff and students hold."

Esther dodged out of my way as I attempted to grab the paper from her.

"That's not your letter."

She began pacing around the room, murmuring each word as she walked to and fro.

"We understand that the morale of our mission does not fit with the religious requirements of your school's origin however we do not wish to let past commitments bury what we wish to do. Come on get to the point already."

"E! Someone's going to see us."

My heart skipped a beat as my sister froze and her eyes widened in shock. I dashed to her side and grabbed one side of the letter. I gasped as a wave of fear came over me.

"We will stage you school as a target for a terrorist organisation and ASSASSINATE the general in charge of the investigation, framing the murder on a student or students of our choosing."

"There's no way," I whispered.

"There's a way," Esther confirmed, "There's always a way."