The Last Assassin

Epilogue: The Last Assassin's Last Goodbyes

  After the explosion, and that encounter with the female solider, I wandered around New York, until I found it. The Lost Tavern. A sort of hotel, made for the more underage runaways, and such. I didn't stay in there, because  it was dangerous for an assassin to stay in one spot. I knew which room the two girls from the base were in, because there were so few people living in The Lost Tavern to begin with. Their door was open, so I took a peek inside. The two girls were hugging, crying, and overall being sisters. I smiled slightly, then turned to leave. They must've seen me, because they were both at the door now, watching as I left. They stopped me in my place, and hugged me. They thanked me for saving them from the base, and I simply nodded. "Just try not to get kidnapped," I joked with them, then turned back to leave. 

  So after all this, I was all alone again. My siblings were dead, my parents thought I ran away, or committed suicide, whatever story the assassins told them, the assassins that trained me were killed, and even Illinois was gone. Everyone was gone. There were so many questions in my head, like who was this Grand Master that sent spies at me? Was he connected to my siblings death, or the Templars at all? Who was the Director, really, and what did he want to do? What were the Templars doing? Who was that female soldier? So many different questions, but no answers for them. Did I have to be alone through this? I took a breath, and looked forward. No. I'm not alone, and I never will be. Their bodies might be gone, but their memories are with me. My brother and sister, Illinois, A, the assassins, all of them. They're with me. All the way until my own parting of this earth.

  There was someone I needed to see. I did the best I could to track her down, and I eventually found her. I rang the doorbell, and waited. I saw her. A's mother. Mary was her name. I told her about what happened with the Fallout Project, and she nodded. I felt she needed to know. She invited me inside, and I walked in. I saw pictures of A as a kid, young and full of energy. She won soccer medals, and played for girl's field hockey.  After a lot of disscusion, I was offered to stay for as long as I had to. I accepted eventually, because I had almost no choice. So for a while, I had a home.

  It was two months later, and I was contacted by a man with a firm voice. "We know who you are, Kyle Maxxis. Now before you try and find us, we're outside your door. We're not here to fight you, rather to offer you something. Salvation, safety, and to be part of a team of teens much like yourself. Skilled, and powered. If you want to join, walk outside, and follow us, or you can stay the way you are right now. Live the life you currently have. it's your choice, after all." I thought about it. A team of teens like me. I had a bad streak of teams so far, and I didn't want to risk their lives. But these teens were like me. Survivors, and fighters. I wouldn't have to worry about them dying so easily, or at all hopefully. I talked with Mary, thanked her for what she's done for me thus far, and I turned the knob of the front door. I was greeted with a chopper, and two people in suits. I took a deep breath, and stepped onto the Helicopter. This was gonna be a real adventure, but I just hope I won't regret this choice. As we approached the base, in what seemed like 6 hours, I thought about everything that's happened to me thus far. All the death, and killing around me. I'm no longer that little kid that was afraid of his own shadow, anymore. I was something to be symbolized now. A savior of New York. I am the last assassin.

[5 Months Earlier]

  The Director announced to us, that there were two traitors. Agents Illinois, and NM. I gasped, as I heard this news. They were friends of mine, really good friends. I went to my room, and laid on my bed, after I stripped off my armor, and shirt. I liked the cool breeze against my skin. I felt something under my pillow, and pulled it out. It was a message box. I opened it up, as I wondered who it was from. It was Illinois. "Hello, California, It's me. By now, the Fallout Project will have marked me and NM as traitors, and that may be true. We found out what they were REALLY up to, and we're gonna meet up with someone who'll help us take them down. I don't want to hurt you, so get out of there as quick as you can. You're too precious to lose. I love you, Cali...Catrina. Please, for my sake, get out of there," and that's where it ended. I sighed, as looked around me. I wasn't;t about to leave just yet, so I'd stay until they were about ready to attack. I'd know when they attacked, and hopefully, after it was all done, Chris and I could be together, and just leave all this behind, like some bad dream.