Immortality

Chapter 4

I woke up to the smell of something burning, I wrinkle my nose, then pull the covers over my head refusing to get up. However, the sound of the fire alarm kept me awake. I groan, slipping out of the covers, then ran downstair to see Ezio glaring at the toaster which had a knife in it along with some burnt bread, smoke going up onto the ceiling and the smoke detector.

"Not again." I mumble, walking over, softly pushing Ezio to the side. I unplugged the toaster and pulled out the knife, tossing it into the sink without a care. I then quickly walk over, opening a few windows to let the smoke out.

"What happened? Did someone break in?" I hear Altair question, running into the kitchen, along with most of the other assassins besides Jacob, Evie, and Henry.

I rolled my eyes, this is the fifth time something like this happened and they still do this? "No, Ezio burned his bread and attacked the toaster ... again." I glare at Ezio.

"It jumped at me!" He defended, gesturing to the toaster.

"I already told you before, that means the toast is done!" I argue, rubbing my temples. "God you are like a child." I mumble under my breath, walking back over and carefully grabbing the smoking toast out of the toaster, throwing it away in the garbage can by the fridge.

"Tch whatever. It's not our fault some stranger brought us back from the dead into this ... futuristic hell hole!" Malik complained, throwing his arms up.

"I actually think it's ok here." Jacob commented, walking over towards the couch and using the remote to turn on the TV. "Which one is the game console?" He asks, looking up at me, a grin across his face.

"HDM1." I answer, relaxing a little. Jacob, Evie, Henry, and Connor have been the only ones that have been adjusting well, we have also been getting along great. The others however, are still suspicious of me, questioning everything I do, or why I have certain items like a phone or an old sword.

I just wish they can get their memories back already, I hate to admit it but ... I miss them. Malik ... I'm not really surprised if he was angry at me whether he remembers me or not, I deserve it after what I did to him.

I subconsciously twist the ring on my right ring finger, glancing up towards my sword from back then. "I wish things could be like old times." I mumble out loud, looking at the swords sadly.

"What do you mean like old times?"

I forced myself not to flinch and instead look at Edward dead in the eye, before turning around and walking away heading towards the basement to fetch something, ignoring Edward's question. I walked down the stairs into the basement that contained either exercise equipment or weapons.

I grabbed a bow and arrows, strapping the bag over my shoulder. I walk back up the stairs and out of the basement, closing the door behind me. I walk up to the back door, opening it. "Where do you think you're going?" Altair questioned coldly.

I turn my head, giving him a slight glare, "Out." I slammed the door behind me, stomping towards the forest hoping to get a breather. I walk across the backyard and into the forest, the wind carried the now colorful leaves off of the tree, some however hanged on. The breeze sent chills down my spine, I always hated the cold, not matter if it's just the wind or the weather itself.

I stopped after a few feet in the forest, leaning my bow against a tree along with the bag filled with arrows, I slipped off my charcoal leather jacket, dropping it on the ground. I adjust my black tank top, and my hidden blades that were now in eyesight.

I sat down in the middle of the trees surrounding me, closing my eyes and focusing on the forest around me. I could see everything despite my eyes were close, the entire forest lighting up in colors as the wind blew ruffling the leaves. I could hear and feel the vibrations through the ground as a young doe ate off a berry bush. I let out sigh, focusing on all the other animals around me, a squirrel shifting through the leaves to find a nut, a bird flying to her nest to feed her needy chicks, a raccoon going down into a badger burrow only to be chased out said badger.