Disclaimer: I do not own Altair, Ezio, or any other Assassin's Creed character. I just own my OCs.

Friday nights, everyone was out partying and getting wasted. Well almost everyone, 20 year-old Christine Marlow was stuck at home because almost all her friends were old enough to drink. Her best friend, Karoline Jonus, was old enough to drink but stayed by her friend's side anyway. To pass the time the girls did what every girl does on a friday night alone, play Assassin's Creed. This friday night they were close to beating the game for the umpteenth time.

"Lookout behind you! The guards are catching up!" screamed Karoline.

"I know, give me a second." Christine replied. She maneuvered the controller of her X-Box 360 so Altair ran down an alley way and up a very convenient ladder. She then moved Altair into a roof canopy to hide. Seconds later the guards ran by but could not find him, soon giving up their search. "See I can get rid of them, just as if Altair would do himself," Christine stated proudly.

"Yeah, yeah I can still kick your ass though," stated Karoline. Both girls then burst out laughing. "Wouldn't it be great to be an assassin like Altair or Ezio . . . oh or Desmond?"asked Karoline.

"Yeah it would, who wouldn't want to meet the sexy trio?" Christine said suggestively.

"Oh if I could get just one of them I would . . ." the sound of Karoline's voice faded as Christine focused back onto the game. The scene of the game seemed off, then she noticed it, Altair was facing the screen and she could almost see his face. Checking to see if it was a glitch she tried moving Altair, he wouldn't budge. The only thing that happened was he stepped closer to the screen and smirked? Christine jumped away from the screen and started to point.

"K-Karoline, A-A-Altair just smirked at m-m-me!" Christine stuttered. Karoline turned towards her mid sentence and gave her a confused look.

"Smirked?, Christine it's just a game I'm sure you're just imagining it." She turned towards the screen, " see it looks fine." Christine's chocolate brown eyes looked back at the screen hesitantly, and saw Altair standing normally with his back to them. Christine rubbed her eyes and looked back to see the same thing.

"Yeah, I must have just imagined it." Christine sighed "Do you want to play the second one now?" asked Christine.

"I will, I think you need a break," Karoline replied. "How about you go and get a drink to wake yourself up, it's only . . . seven o' clock." Christine agreed and went downstairs to make a milkshake, one of her favorite sugary drinks. As she retrieved her blender, she caught something move out of the corner of her eye. She spun around and surveyed her surroundings, six years of martial arts training ran through her mind ready to be put to use.

"Hello, who's there?" she asked, 'yeahlikethat'sgoingtowork,IbrokeintoyourhouseandI'mgonnaansweryousoyouknowwhereIam' she scolded herself for asking the stupid question. She took one more look around and then headed back into the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen standing right there was Altair himself. She stood there stone still, holding her breath. He wasn't moving or even looking at her. She started to back away when he suddenly turned towards her and lunged. She could see him release his hidden blade, feel his deadly aura, see the killing instinct in his eyes, she was backed against the wall and all she could do in this moment was scream. Christine screamed as loud as she could, not daring close her eyes. If she was going to be killed by the assassin she would look him in the eyes as he did so. As the blade went towards her neck, he suddenly disappeared. This kind of disappearing wasn't the one where he would run in hide, no he just flat out evaporated. Christine took a deep very needed breath, she slid down the wall and tried to make some sense of what just happened.

"Christine! Are you okay? I heard you scream, you never scream like that!" Karoline ran down the stairs. She ran into the kitchen and spotted Christine on the floor her dark brown hair in her face while clutching the blender for dear life. "Christine what happened?" Karoline said sternly. Christine looked up at Karoline stunned. Karoline saw her faced and slowly embraced her .Christine couldn't think, she followed her instincts, she choked up and burst into tears.

"K-K-Karo-oline, I-I-I, H-He, It w-w-was h-hor-rrible," Christine sobbed out into Karoline's dirty blond hair. She took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Karoline was patient and waited for her to calm down enough to speak clearly. A good ten minutes later, Christine was breathing normally and was sipping her extra chocolatey milkshake.

"Do you want to tell me happened now?" Karoline asked. Christine looked up and nodded.

"I came downstairs to make a milkshake, I went to go get the blender out of the closet in the hallway and I heard a noise. I checked around but didn't find anyone or anything. I walked back into the kitchen and . . ." Christine paused, debating on if she should tell Karoline. " Altair was standing in my kitchen, it didn't look like h-he saw me until I-I backed up. He turned towards me and lunged! Karoline he was going to kill me! B-but as soon as the blade was about to strike he like. . . went poof." Christine looked up at her friend, ready to be called a liar or crazy. But Karoline looked deep in thought. The longer it was silent, the more Christine regretted telling her.

"I believe you," Christine looked up in surprise "It may sound a little far fetched but your my friend so I believe you" Karoline smiled at Christine. "To make you feel better I'll stay the night and tomorrow I'll bring you somewhere fun, sound good?" Christine nodded. To finish up they're bizarre night, they played Assassin's Creed 2 until they could barely stay awake. Both girls turned in for the night, hoping for a better day tomorrow. Sadly for Christine, tonight was just the beginning of her adventure.

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