SOMEONE SAVE ME! I'M BEING OVERRUN BY ASSASSINS! HOLY GOSH! XD SOMEONE GET THE HOLY HAND GRENADE! xD Haha! Just kidding! I've just been struck by inspiration while sitting in my room and staring at my laptop. xD Haha! So,

ONTO THE STORY!

"Ronny! Ronny, you're going to miss the bus!"

My mom's voice rings in my ears as I scramble around my room searching for my purse. "Ronny!"

"I know mom!" I shout back. My mom isn't exactly the most patient person in the world, but she is still my mom and the daughter's handbook says I have to love her. Yeah I said handbook, get over it.

I continue to rush around my room for another ten or so minute with my mom still screaming at me from the kitchen. That woman sure can scream. I giggle to myself. "I sure am mature."

Eventually my mom stops screaming, not because she just decided to but because she had to go to work, but she was still screaming as she was walking out the door. Of course.

When I have finally torn my whole room apart I had heard the bus go by my house at least six or seven times before the driver finally gave up and I called my friend Rahl for a ride to school. The guy's name is actually Alexander but we all call him Rahl (his last name) because Alexander is simply too much to say.

I finally end up giving up on my search for my purse and I open my closet to get my jacket. It is the middle of winter after all, and California's weather has been acting up recently. As I reach in to grab my jacket I spot my purse, but, it's being held out by someone. "WHAT THE HECK!"

I look into the eyes of not one, but THREE men standing in the middle of my closet, the closest man holding my purse. "Didn't you need this?" The man's voice is deep with a thick Italian accent.

"Umm, yeah, I do?" I slowly reach and grab my purse and as I continue to look at these three men, I suddenly begin to recognize them. Whoa! This can't be happening!

Ezio Auditore, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, Connor KENWAY?! Three deadly Assassins from Assassin's Creed, how are they in my closet?! "Uh, how did uh, you guys get here?"

Connor steps past Ezio and clears his throat. "We actually don't know, we just, showed up."

I give them all a disbelieving look and Ezio and Altair just nod in agreement with Conner. "So, you're saying that, you guys just showed up in MY closet for no particular reason?"

"It would seem that is so." Altair says calmly.

"Huh, well shoot me." Maybe that wasn't the proper choice of words because next thing I know, Connor is pinning me down by the barrel of his pistol.

"HEY HEY HEY! I DIDN'T MEAN LITERALLY!" I shout, my voice surprisingly loud considering the pistol is being lodged into my windpipe.

Connor pulls away. "Then why would you say such a thing if you didn't mean it?"

"It's called sarcasm. I'm sure Ezio knows it quite well, he should be able to explain it to you." My gaze drifts over to the Italian Assassin and I swear he is blushing right now, but that stupid hood is in the way.

"Well, I, I wouldn't say I know it TOO well, I just tend to use it, a lot." Ezio rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously.

Altair remains as straight-faced as he always has. "You are all acting like a bunch of children."

"Well, we are compared to you, when you really think about it." Ezio points out with a wave of his finger; I forgot that he was smart. "Because we are your descendents after all, this, in turn, makes us children, eh technically speaking of course."

I look around and both Altair and Connor are giving Ezio this amazed look. "Okay, okay, so Ezio is also super smart, but I'm still lost on something."

"What is it?" Connor asks, putting his pistol back in its holster.

"How are you guys real?"

They all exchange confused looks. "What do you mean?" Ezio asks finally.

"I mean, how are you real? I just thought you guys were just a few video game characters."

"Video game?" They all say in unison.

I hear the honking of a car horn outside and I gather my stuff together and begin to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Altair says.

"School." I practically spit out the word.

"Can we come with you?" Ezio asks hopefully.

I shake my head. "No, I'm not sure how everyone will react if they saw all of you.

Without letting them say anything else I turn and walk out the front door and lock it behind me.

As I walk through the nearly empty hallways at lunch I see Rahl struggling with pulling his laptop out of his locker. "Need some help?" I say as I put my stuff down and flex my fingers for some serious pulling. Wow, I'm strange.

"Sure." He continues pulling and I join in and we eventually pull it out, not without disrupting everything else in his locker and sending it sprawling to the ground.

Rahl groans and starts picking up his books and I crouch down to help him. Rahl isn't that bad a looking guy, he's got a very built body, despite being a little smaller than most boys, he's taller than me but just by a couple inches. He's got a nice set of short black hair and a pair of the darkest brown eyes you could ever see; they almost look black in certain lighting. His face is nice as well; high cheek bones and a nice wide but not too wide jaw. He's handsome and I hear a lot of girls talking about him.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I say, picking up the last book and blowing a bit of my blonde hair out of my face.

"Sure." He takes the book from my hands and places it back in his locker.

"Could you see if you could come over after school, I need your help with something important." I say lowly, making sure no one can hear me down the hall.

Rahl raises his right eyebrow in a silent question.

"It's hard to explain," I lean closer and drop my voice to just a whisper. "But let's just say, Assassin's Creed isn't just a video game."

Well, there you have it! Just a random thing that has popped inside my head and I am throwing it out to the critical eye of you fine people! So I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next chapter! BYEEEEE!