Staring at all the assassins in your room, their eyes glanced around every object they hadn't seen before, while questioning its function and how it worked.
Snapping back into reality, you started making mental rules for the assassins, which consisted of:
No killing ANYONE ANYWHERE
No touching anything without permission
No poking me (specifically Connor)
No weapons on persons
No brawling in house
No making out
No going anywhere without permission
And don't ever go into my room!
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After about an hour of explaining the laws, current technology, some short history, and the house rules they were all up to speed on how things went on around here. The assassins also learned of the strict consequences if these laws and house rules were broken, and quickly learned not even to consider fracturing the system.
I also thought it would be helpful to explain some frequently used vocabulary, their meanings, pronunciation, and some slang terms because we can't make it through the day without saying wtf.
"Ya know what? I'm makin' some food. What do you guys want? I'm not a diner so you'll have to agree upon something. I'll be in the kitchen, come down when you're ready." I told them
Within a snap of a finger, they were all in a very messed up circle talking about their favorite dishes in a forgotten corner.
Hopping off my bed, someone grabbed my wrist. It was a very firm grip and reminded me of inescapable death. I turned my head to see who my captor was, only to find Aguilar.
"Will you be needing any assistance in preparing the meal?" He asked politely. My facial expression softened and realized that these people weren't cold-hearted killers, but something more. They were sweethearts who needed some mending and some love. All they desired was a hot enough fire to melt away the rock hard coating of pride and strength, to discover their mushy, loveable inner core.
"If you're willing to help, that would be nice." A small smile appeared on my lips while I spoke, as I led Aguilar to the kitchen.
Aguilar then helped prepare placemats, utensils, seating arrangements, and checked the refrigerator, just in case there wasn't food.
Footsteps filled the silent house, as the assassin's flooded through the hallway and down the stairs. Sounds of weapons clanging filled the air.
"So, what do ya' want?" I asked, trying to be as nice as I possibly could. Leaning against the wall, Jacob opened his mouth to speak, but Connor had better intentions.
"We could not decide," Connor stated blatantly, his gaze dropping onto the decorative tile floor.
"How about pancakes?" I suggested as they struggled to figure out what a 'pancake' was. I then explained that it was a mini cake you make in a pan over a stove.
"Oh," Altaïr spoke with an accent I couldn't place, his mouth resembling an O.
"Does it taste like cake, though?" Jacob asked in a British accent like he was fresh out of Britain. I placed my hands carefully on my hips.
"Well, Mr. Frye, do you like your tea an crumpets?" I sassily asked, clearly being sarcastic. Jacob pondered the results, placing a hand to his chin. Evie audible facepalmed and accepted the fact that her brother was a complete and total idiot. After Jacob thought long and hard, he finally gave up.
"Oi, just because we are right outta London don't mean we drink tea and eat crumpets!" Jacob snottily remarked, causing some assassins to facepalm.
"Jaysus, Jacob, just shut your crumpet hole!" Edward shouted across the kitchen. Jacob turned to face Edward, an expression that screamed 'bitch come over here and fight me'.
"Ya wanna fight, old man?!" Jacob retorted, preparing his fighting stance. Edward didn't move a muscle and stood completely still.
Jumping in the middle of them, I put my hands up towards both of them.
"No fighting! Just stop already you big babies!" I screeched, attempting to end this nonsense.
"Yeah, you big babies," Connor said, apparently wanting to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter.
Edward and Jacob both changed their direction and faced Connor, confusion flowing over them.
"Go away, grandchild!" Edward ordered, and Haytham grabbed Connor's shoulder, pulling him back into the mob of deadly assassins.
"Fight club!" Evie yelled, and all hell broke loose. Objects broke, weapons flew from every direction, and I was just, done.
Storming off into my room, someone followed me up the stairs. Slamming my door shut after allowing the shadow access to my room, I locked the door and turned on the TV.
"They are all crazy, am I the only sensible Assassin in this house?!" Aguilar claimed, as I pressed the power button on my PlayStation and grabbed my controller. The tv glowed a bright white before going to the home screen for my PlayStation.
"What are you going to play today, Ms.Y-n?" Aguilar questioned, as I slipped the game disk into the console.
"The Last of Us." I simply replied. Aguilar wore a face of confusion, as I sighed lightly.
"It's about a 14-year-old girl and a 40-year-old man who need to survive in a zombie apocalypse, only the zombies are way different than like, The Walking Dead. There are four stages of infection, runners, stalkers, clickers, and bloaters, in order. The story is great, so pay attention." I loved The Last of Us just as much as Assassin's Creed and played it often as well.
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At this point, I was in Bill's Town, and Aguilar almost cried when Sarah died, just like I did at first. It was sad, heart-warming, and amazing all at the same time.
"Run, Ellie, Run!" Joel, the 40-year-old man said to Ellie, the obnoxious 14-year-old. I use this as a way of saying, 'die, Joel, DIE!', but it's very entertaining to watch me rage in Bill's Town, especially in the high school.
So, to sum up the entire chapter, Joel was given Ellie to take her across the country to a Firefly hospital to find a vaccine to cure the infection, but they need a car battery and consult Joel's old friend, Bill. He then leads them to an abandoned high school to retrieve a car battery, but they find a bloater, the last and most powerful stage of infection.
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After I had beaten the game for the...eighteenth? Yes, eighteenth time, we turned off the PlayStation, and..... you know what happened.....
We watched a movie, ya dirty minded motherfucker!
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Guys im so sorry for making this longer than it needed to be, but there will be a part three and a possible part four and that will end it. Okie bye!
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