Welcome to my first fanfic! Since I'm planning to make an Assassin's Creed film for school, I decided to create a written version of the basic plot. NOTE: I do not own nor did I create Assassin's Creed or any existing characters in the Assassin's Creed universe.

Brotherhood Assassination Log

Date: Sunday, March 7th, 1993

Location: Los Angeles, California, United States

Target: Michael Grove, Abstergo scientist

Time of Assassination: Between 7:00 AM and 7:03 AM Pacific Standard Time

Cause of death: Blood loss and possible internal bleeding

Assassin: Unknown

I stared outside from my bedroom window, going over the plan one more time. It was retentively simple: the back wall of the warehouse was only lightly guarded at the best of times, and even a fight would likely go unnoticed by anyone inside, thanks to the lack of security cameras. Once I was inside the building, I'd have a clear path to the office, where my target gave the orders that destroyed families, mine included, and abducted young children for his evil experiments. They took my family four years ago. My parents, brother and my sister Julia. I tried to save them, but my father Charlie told me to run. He worked in construction, or so he told me, but he never let any of us know the details of his work.

I was fourteen when that happened, now at 18, I was ready for some answers. I'd been living on the streets, moving from place to place until I found myself back in California. As soon as I got back, I tailed my target, found out where he worked, and plotted how I'd get to him. So much preparing, but it would soon pay off.

I ran a quick check of my equipment: a small knife, nothing fancy, but could easily kill a man. A hand-made pipe bomb for a distraction, and my wrist blade. I'd built it myself from some files at my old house. Strapped to my wrist was the mechanism , ready to eject the blade at the flick of my wrist. On top of it was the brace, made of a strong but flexible metal. I'd tested the weapon many times, and it had never failed me, but what if something went wrong today?

I'd have to find out though. Too much had gone into this, I was not going to back down.

I left the inn at around five in the morning, and walked down to a bus stop, waiting for the bus to take me into Los Angeles. This was during the short time of the year when L.A got some decent rain, and it drummed on the rusted iron roof. I had a black backpack with me, which I would leave a short distance away from the warehouse, and retrieve when the job was done. Inside was the only picture of my family that I had. I looked at it: My sister and I stood in front of our parents, Catherine and Charlie. My father's hair was graying in a few places, which was odd seeing as he was so young. My parents had been only 19 when I came around, so they were doing pretty well when the picture had been taken when I was 12.

I didn't know why they came after us, or who was behind it. But I die before I let them go.

The bus came about ten minutes later, and I found a seat near the back. Everyone else was maybe hoping to catch a bit more sleep before the bus reached Los Angeles. They didn't have long though, because we reached the city within an hour. I asked the driver if the route went to the warehouse, and when he shook his head, I got off in downtown L.A, next to the U.S Bank Tower, and began the long walk to the warehouse.

At about 7:00, I reached the building and scoped it out from a cafe across the street. The building had two floors, and the entrance had two guards with nightsticks and handguns. I could easily take them, I was sure of it, but everyone in the warehouse would be alerted to me, and I'd lose my chance. After looking to both sides of the building, I found two options.

1: Enter the lot through the under construction building on my left. Either no construction was scheduled for today, or no one had arrived yet. Either way, I'd easily get into the building and enter through the staircase.

2: Jump onto the roof from the bridge above. I saw two armed guards on the roof, and there was no telling how heavily guarded it would be. I ruled it out and decided on the construction option.

My plan was decided, and it was time to execute it.

My name is Ryan Williamson, and I am an Assassin.