A/N: Hey! So I finally got around to remaking/rewriting this story. Thank god. I will be doing my best to write more in the chapters this time. Lol. And of course I'll actually tru and finish the story this time. Haha. Welp, anyways. Here ya go. First chapter. Enjoy :D

DISCLAIMER - I do NOT own Assassin's Creed or any of it's characters, only the idea for this story and any OC's.

"Mátalo!"

The loud bang of gunshots sounded, as several men pulled the triggers on their rifles. All aimed at a man racing across the rooftops. Each shot missed, instead impacting with stone. Spraying rock pieces onto the ground. Only a few moments passed before there was more firing. A couple of the men managed to clamber up onto the buildings as well. Now chasing after the dark clothed assassin-trained templar Shay Cormac.

Shay leapt to the side as another bang came from a gun. He rolled along the side of the roof for a minute, before leaping back to his feet. This was not exactly how he had planned on this mission going. He had been sent to gather information on these people who were now set on trying to kill him. What he found out, was no doubt cause for worry. When Shay had infiltrated the hideout, he found several papers and journals detailing plans and locations for things Shay knew needed to stay hidden. He had obviously been found out, and the next thing he knew he was running for his life. He needed to lose this people quickly. Then tell the man who sent him here all he had learned. Then hopefully, they could find a way to stop these people.

Shay shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus. However, just as he was about to jump to the next building, the brick tiling on the roof slipped and broke apart under his feet. He stumbled and fell, landing on his side with a sharp intake of breath. Before he slid from the roof and fell to the ground below. There was a loud thud and groan as he hit the rock floor. Shay only spent a moment laying there, before having to roll to the side as one of them tried to run him through with a sword. The mechanism of his hidden blade clicked, and he ran the blade through the man's side. Before jumping to his feet and taking off running again. There were too many for him to fight on his own. So running was his only option.

He dashed down an alleyway, coming out into the bustling market. If the men hadn't had eyes on him still, he'd try to blend in with the crowd. But they still could clearly tell where he was. There were more gunshots, and the people around started ducking for cover and running to hide. Shay silently cursed as he just barely dodged a shot that almost hit his head. He continued sprinting off, looking for the quickest way to get back on top of the surrounding buildings. Eventually he was able to use several crates and boxes stacked almost like a staircase. He stepped on each carefully, then leapt to a wooden pole jutting out of the wall. Using the momentum of his jump, to propel himself up and onto the roof. Having the high ground again made it easier for him to tell where his assailants were.

"Te mataremos intruso!"

"I have no idea what you're saying, but I'll assume it's a threat." Shay shouted over his shoulder, watching a very angry man shouting orders to the others. He turned his head forward again, just in time to see someone come out of nowhere and tackle him to the ground.

Shay let out a cry in pain, at the feeling of something sharp digging into his side. He could tell it was a small knife, when he glanced down at it. His attacker held up another knife, ready to go for the killing blow. Shay beat him to the killing part, by driving both his hidden blades into the man's gut. He shoved the now dead man off, and limped off towards where he hoped he could get away. He had noticed that when he had been tackled, they fell into an area of buildings cut off from the side where the group had been following. It'd take them a while to get around and to here. Giving Shay just enough time to find somewhere to hide.

He spared a few glances around, from where he was slumped against a wall. No signs of the thugs who were chasing him. He let out a shaky breath, then wrapped his hand around the handle of the blade. Shay winced while pulling the silver knife out. It was a bit of a struggle. For such a small blade, it had gone in deep. He had no idea just how bad the wound really was, but he knew it'd need medical attention.

The templar slid down to a sitting position, keeping a hand pressed against his heavily bleeding wound. He found it a little odd that he hadn't been able to spot that person quicker. He shouldn't have been taken by surprise so easily. One would think it'd be difficult for a man who had killed assassins to be caught by surprise. Shay knew all the stealth tactics. All about surprise attacks, and how to be on guard against them. Yet, he had still been tackled and stabbed. Perhaps it had happened, because he hadn't expected it. Whoever those men were, they had better training than the average soldier.

When he thought about it, the skills some of them showed seemed similar to an assassin's. The climbing buildings with ease, and following him across them. Attacking with a stealth attack similar to one's Shay had done many times before. But then again, a few men had showed tactics similar to the templars as well. That had been back at the hideout, when there had been even more men trying to stop him from just getting out. Several men there had used both assassin and templar tactics and skills. Which seemed odd. There was no way any of the men should know both assassin and templar skills. The assassin's would've sooner killed those men then train them. And the templars don't let just any assassin trained man amongst their ranks. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to the possibility of that having been a trap. Perhaps something set up by the templars to kill him. No. That was absurd. Besides, if the templars had that much information, Shay would know.

"Are you alright sir?"

Shay's thoughts were broken by a voice. It was young. He looked up to see a little girl standing in front of him. She couldn't be any more than eight or nine. What was a little girl doing wandering around on her own?

"I'm fine. Why don't you run along home?"

The girl didn't move an inch. Just staring at the strange heavily armed man.

"Didn't you hear me?!" Shay retorted when she didn't listen. He hadn't meant to convey so much anger in his tone. He hadn't even realized what he did, until the girl took a couple steps backwards in fear.

"M...My daddy's a doctor. He could help you." She said, pointing towards where she saw blood leaking out from between his fingers.

"That….That would be great." Shay responded, grimacing as he tried to hold down a cry of pain when he pushed himself to a standing position. The little girl smiled at him, then turned to walk off. Gesturing for him to follow her. What the hell am I doing? Shay thought, as he limped along after the girl.

It was only about a fifteen minute walk to where the girl said her home was. It was smaller than most of the other houses here. But looked nice enough. Although the bright red color of the wooden house hurt his head a little. It looked like a small-sized two story barn.

The little girl-who told him her name was June-led the way inside, and ran off to go find her father. Shay just stayed near the entrance, leaning heavily against the closest wall. He spared a glance down at his wound. Dark red liquid still seeping from said injury.

"So, what happened to you?"

Shay looked up to see a man walking over. He wore glasses, and looked older than he probably was. Considering he was the father of such a young girl. "Well, long story short. I got stabbed."

"Hmm." The red-haired man gestured to a chair, while also heading to a cupboard. From which he pulled out quite a few medical supplies.

Shay was a bit hesitant for a moment, before slipping off his jacket. He sat it down carefully, along with his guns and swords. His hidden blades remained on him. These people seemed harmless enough. But still. One couldn't be too careful. He pulled off his shirt carefully, putting his hand back in place over his wound when he had the fabric fully off. Then he practically fell on the chair when he reached it, a sharp wince escaping his lips. Shay spared another quick glance to his injured side. Unfortunately for him it was still bleeding heavily.

"Here."

Shay looked up to see a cloth being held in front of him. He raised a questioning brow at the doctor.

"Press it against the wound while I sterilize my equipment." The man instructed, after which Shay gratefully took the offered cloth.

He pressed it against his side as firmly as he could manage. It already was doing a much better job of stanching the blood then his hand did. Shay kept a watchful eye on the doctor while he made sure all his tools were clean. Most likely the doctor wanted to do a thorough examination to check for internal damage as well. But Shay didn't have time for that.

"You can just stitch and bandage it, Doc. I'm in a hurry." He said, gaining a sharp glare from the doctor.

"Young man, there could be serious damage done to you internally. I need to check and make sure that is not the case. Otherwise…"

"Just stitch it." Shay repeated, waving a hand in dismissal to the idea of checking it. "I need to leave as quickly as possible, alright? Urgent business."

"If you ask me, your urgent business should wait. Seeing as how your health is far more important." The man grumbled, though he still hesitantly followed his patient's wishes. He put the thread through the needle, then Shay removed the cloth. Allowing the doctor to carefully wipe away the blood while stitching the stab wound. Once all the stitches were in, a bandage was wrapped tightly around him.

Shay checked the bandage carefully, then nodded his head in gratitude. "Thank you…"

"You can just call me Mr. Hemin."

"Thank you Mr. Hemin." Shay pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way his limbs fought against the action.

"You should at least stay sitting for a little while."

"I need to go." Shay gripped the back of the chair tightly for a moment. Attempting to fight the wave of dizziness, and the sharp flare of fiery pain. He trampled down a shout that almost escaped as another sting of pain struck him. After he was mostly sure he wasn't dizzy anymore, Shay straightened himself. He then set to the task of walking back to where he had placed his gear.

"You lost a lot of blood. If you don't sit for a while you're going to-" Mr. Hemin was interrupted by a loud thump, as his patient collided with the floor. "-pass out."

Mr Hemin- This man is surely an idiot...

Shay- Who are you calling an idiot?!

Mr Hemin- Aren't you supposed to be unconscious?

Shay- Uhhhh...I think I hear my parents calling!

June- He's funny!

Mr Hemin- Yes, yes. Now go to bed June.

Shay, Mr Hemin, and June- See you later!

A/N: And there ya have it. I'm not sure if want to keep the weird but funny end conversations in the story, but I'll have them in for this chapter. I'll probably spend the entire time I'm writing the next chapter thinking about if I want to keep them in. Haha. Thank you for reading my story! ;D