Please forgive me if I make any mistakes with this fanfiction. I have only seen the game played twice, and I'm getting all of my information from a walkthrough of Assassin's Creed. Please tell me if I severely messed up on anything.

It was an average, normal Saturday. The entire house was silent except for the sounds of my kitten's gentle purrs and the voices and sound effects of "Assassin's Creed" as my younger brother, Steven, played it on his Xbox360. I had bought the game for him for his birthday yesterday, but he was unable to play it since it was a busy day. So when he awoke this morning and ate breakfast, he rushed into the den to try his new source of entertainment out. I followed with my kitty, Eclipse, trotting along in my wake. Once I found a comfortable spot on the couch, I lied there while the black bundle of fur that was Eclipse went to sleep curled up on my stomach.

"Kill that guard," I commanded, pointing to an armored man who was just standing there.

"I don't need to. He's not doing me anything," replied Steven, never taking his clear blue eyes off of the television screen.

"So?" Then, I began to examine my purple-painted nails.

"That means he's an innocent, and it's in the Creed to never spill the blood of an innocent," he stated bluntly.

"Screw the Creed!" I laughed softly while swatting the air with my left hand. "I say go on an all-out killing spree!"

Steven paused the game and twisted his head around so fast that his neck cracked. His eyes displayed a sort of shock that one would normal show when given the suggestion of a total killing spree from someone like myself.

"I thought you were hemophobic," my brother said skeptically.

"Please, it's virtual blo—"

I stopped myself in the middle of the word. I was so afraid of the thing itself that I couldn't bring myself to even mutter the word. On top of it all, I was really embarrassed about my hemophobia ever since it got the best of me at a movie party where a gory movie was being watched. I vomited, passed out for approximately half an hour, and then woke up screaming. Since then, I tried my hardest to avoid anything that had to do with the crimson liquid inside everyone.

Ironically, I just gave my seventeen-year old brother the idea that complete annihilation of guards was a good thing to do. It seemed like great fun since I had watched my best friend commit numerous homicides, and he laughed throughout the entire time. Suddenly, Steven shot up from his cross-legged position in front of the television and thrust the controller into my right hand, which was hanging limply off the side of the couch.

"Play for me. I have to go use the bathroom," he unnecessarily informed me.

A disgusted look spread over my face as I clutched the controller. Eclipse stirred on my stomach when I poked her furry side with two fingers. She stared at me with big, green eyes and hopped off of me and onto the carpeted floor. Instantly, I knew Eclipse was not pleased with her nap's interruption, but she's stop pouting in ten minutes so she could curl back up in my lap and sleep once more. What a way to live life.

After settling down on the floor in my beanbag chair, I began to become one with my inner gamer, but first off, I was compelled to make the main character, Altair, look like a complete retard. I moved the left stick on the controller around, making Altair spaz out in front of everybody. Laughter erupted from my throat at the sight of the high-ranked (actually no longer high-ranked) assassin looking like a fool.

"You'd better not be killing innocent people, Kelly," shouted Steven from the restroom. "You can dishonor the Creed all you want when you play on your file but not on mine!"

With that statement, I don't know what happened, but something clicked in my mind, and I began to wonder what if I was an assassin. I knew I'd probably be one of the worst, if not the worst, assassins in the world because who's ever heard of an assassin that was afraid of the sticky, red stuff. Just the thought of it made my insides churn.

But then there was Altair, the uninitiated assassin who wasn't afraid to kill at the blink of an eye. Now, he was someone I wished to be like. He was brave, fearless, and extremely skilled at what he did.

Once Altair was standing still, I slowly traced the length of the character with the tip of my first finger. I sighed and tossed my raven hair behind my shoulder. Of course, I had to laugh quietly right then and there because I imagined myself, a twenty-year old woman, sitting in a beanbag chair and playing a video game, and to be honest, the image was downright funny.

"Oh, Altair. What I wouldn't give to spend just one day with you. Maybe you could actually help me get over this ridiculous fear," I said as I pressed my face against the TV screen.

Abruptly, I felt myself falling forward, and I heard glass shatter. For a moment, I thought I might have knocked the television set over, but then again, it could have just been Steven dropping something in the bathroom. That still didn't explain this falling feeling. I wanted to call out to my younger sibling but couldn't find my voice. There was this blinding light that made me want to cover my face, but I wasn't able to because my whole body was numb. Oh god, please don't let me be dying! Of course, it wouldn't have mattered if I knocked over the TV set in the first place, which I didn't, Mom would have killed me anyway.

Then, everything changed. I went from hearing loud shattering noises and seeing white lights to feeling tranquil and floating in sheer darkness. I was still going down, but it was now it a more relaxing slipping sort of feeling. My mind screamed for someone to help me, to pull me out of the dark abyss. Steven, my mom (who was not home at the time, but that's how much I panicked), even Eclipse's name came to me, but no one came to my aid. So I just lay there falling, dropping, and sinking.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally saw my environment get lighter again. Please, no more bright lights. I just want to return home. Take me home…please.

"Home," I mumbled. "I want to go home."

Hey, I had my voice back! Maybe I just hallucinated and thought I was being transported into some other dimension. When I'd open my eyes, everything would be back to normal. I'd be sitting on my beanbag chair with the 360 controller in hand, and I would make Altair run around in a circle again. All I had to do was open my eyes.

My eyelids fluttered open and in came the familiar bright light, but this time I was able to shield myself. I raised a hand to make a visor over my hazel eyes and realized that I was close to staring into the sun! What the hell was I doing outside? Please tell me I'm just lying out in my front yard. Well, I turned my head to see tan colored sticks on both sides on me. I wasn't in the grass in my yard; I was in freakin' hay! Better question than how I got outside is how did I get into this stuff.

I bolted upright and quickly combed the hay out of my hair. Finally, after I was able to focus properly, my jaw dropped. I wasn't home at all! These houses…these people…the landscaping. They all looked like….

"Assassin's Creed," I mumbled. "I'm in Assassin's Creed."

No, no no no. God, no. This can't be happening! I started to hyperventilate due to the fact that I was just transported into a freakin' video game, and since I didn't have that much first-hand experience with it, I had no clue where in the game I was! I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events leading up to me sitting in a pile of hay.

Let's see, Steven gets video game. Steven plays video game while I watch. Steven needs to go to the bathroom so I must play for him. I make Altair look stupid then wish to spend a day with him. I press my face to the TV screen, hear glass shattering, see a bright light, and feel like I'm falling. Everything goes dark, and I wake up in a haystack. Yeah, that seemed about right for all the events leading up until now.

I stood, brushed myself off, and stared around in fear. This was such a strange world, and even though I had studied the Middle East in World History when I was in high school, I rarely paid attention since I found it rather boring. Now, it made all the difference if I know about my surroundings.

Opposite hands grasped opposite sleeves of my shirt and held on tight, a usual sign apprehension. By this time, some people stopped to stare at me. Partially, I didn't blame anyone for doing so since they were wearing their normal attire, and I was in a black hoodie, a black and purple mini skirt with striped thigh-high socks underneath, and black high tops.

I began walking with baby steps but then spied something familiar. It was the guard that was just standing there, the one I told Steven to kill. Wait a second, if there were the guards and the people, there had to be…assassins! I shut my eyes real tight and racked my brain to try to remember what happened when Steven was playing. Oh, if only I hadn't paid so much attention to my cat.

Let's see, there was that place with the people. Altair was being arrogant and tried to assassinate some guy but failed. The guy threw him hard enough to cause stuff to fall and seal off the way back. Other stuff happened that I couldn't recall at that certain point. Oh, and then there was that other guy that told Altair that the master wanted to see him, but that's when I got the controller. Great….

Then, a thought hit me, and I knocked myself upside the head with the heel of my hand. Altair had to be here. Yeah, a man in a white cloak with a hood. How hard would that be to spot? Gosh, Kelly, a voice said inside me. Why must you never use your head? Because I don't like to think, that's why.

I began to search in the area I was currently in, but there was no sign of Altair. The first thing that registered in my brain was the exact spot where I made Altair run around in circles, but where was he now? This was hard to remember since I had only seen it once at my friend's house, and even though I had a photographic memory, it was complicated to recall. Plus, everything looked so different in the game. My kinesthetic learning skills didn't help me at all. I needed to hone my visual skills by accessing my memories and placing them in a correct chain to form the way to travel, but the odds were against me and I had bigger problems to deal with at the present moment. The man that spoke with Altair was walking towards me from under his shade of the tree, his hand clutching the handle of his sword tightly.

In my mind I wondered what would happen if I tried to run. I didn't have as much heavy clothing as the man, but then again he could have other weapons that could send my to my doom just as fast as I could turn and flee. My legs wanted to run, but my brain just wouldn't cooperate.

"You seem to be a stranger of these parts and of this land. What business do you have here?" he asked when he approached me, his grip becoming harder.

Well, I couldn't just say I fell from the sky. That's when all my years of lies and fibs paid off. I was so smart and so slick that I thought up a lie and thought it up quick. (A/N: Thank you, Dr. Seuss.)

"I must speak with Master Al Mualim. I have information on Robert de Sable's whereabouts and in need to share what I have learned."

He still continued to hold the sword in its sheath and said, "I do not know if you speak the truth, but you may proceed. The Master shall know if you have a lying tongue or not."

"Thank you, sir," I said, bowing my head and placing my right hand over my heart. I don't know why I did that. It just sort of happened.

I proceeded to remember all that my friend, Jacob, had done. Everything became clear right then and there. Thank you, Jacob. Soon, I found myself at the entrance to the assassin's stronghold, and it looked much larger when it was all real.

As if it were a porcelain doll, my fingers gently skimmed along the wall taking in ever single detail. My hazel eyes roamed around aimlessly while my mind took mental pictures. For primitive people, they made breathtaking edifices. I'd definitely remember the day I fell into Assassin's Creed forever.

Before I knew it, I was standing in the main hall of the stronghold, and I heard a strangely familiar voice. Hesitantly, I climbed the stairs and found myself staring into the face of the leader, Al Mualim, and the master assassin, Altair. Beneath his hood, Altair had a frightening, pissed off look plastered on his face that made me back up one step. Obviously, I had interrupted something important and Altair didn't like it. The next thing I saw was a flash of white then I was on the ground with Altair pinning me down and the cool, sharp point of his hidden blade was against my neck.

"Who are you?" he growled darkly.

I couldn't response considering the wind had just been knocked out of me, and now a blade was being held against my neck. Talk about fear.

"Answer me. Who are you?" I felt the tip of his weapon become close to piercing the skin.

His face was so terrifying, and his actions weren't helping me calm down either. My heart felt as though it was going to leap out of my chest and run out the door screaming bloody murder, leaving me to die under the assassin. I tried to breath as evenly as I could but failed miserably. It ended up getting hitched because it felt like there was a rock stuck in my throat that was cutting off my air. My entire body started to have random muscle twitches, and I began to whimper like crazy.

Suddenly, a pair of feet stood by my head, and Altair slowly got off of me. I lied still for a moment or two, the wave of terror still crashing over my body like an electrical shock. A gentle, old face stared down at me and somehow freed me from the icy grasp of fear when we made eye contact.

I rolled over onto my stomach and pushed myself off the floor to sit on my knees, my body getting zapped by the pain coming from my back. I grimaced slightly and then returned to gaze at Mualim, who had a glaring Altair standing behind him.

"My name is Kelly Avia Mott. I am terribly sorry for interrupting your conversation, but I'm in need of your help," I finally said all in one breath.

"In need of help, you say? Child, you have come to the correct place. I shall do all that I can to help you," Mualim said in a warm tone. "What is it that you need?"

"Please, sir, I must have a place to stay so I can think of a way to get back home."

He looked at me questioningly. "Hmm…what city are you from? I just may be able to give you directions, but by the look of your attire, you don't seem to be from any area around Masyaf."

"That's because I'm not. You see…"

I commenced spilling the beans about everything that happened in a slightly vague detail. I was much too nervous to be exact at that moment in time, and I also found myself using too many hand gestures while I spoke, which is a clear sign of my apprehensiveness. Time passed rather slowly as I stumbled over my words just trying to find the correct ones.

"…and then I ended up on my knees. Now I'm speaking to you, and I am so confused!"

I saw the confusion in his eyes, but his face showed no signs of bewilderment. Still behind him, Altair was staring at me with some type of emotion that I couldn't put my finger on. Befuddlement? The 'You're insane' look? Distrust? Fear? All four? I don't know! Actually, I didn't really know anything at that point except that I was as confused and lost as tourist without a map.

"Master…" a voice said weakly.

All of us turned to see a guy dressed in assassin robes, and his entire arm looked completely mangled. His looked to Altair and glared at him as if he wanted Altair's head to explode.

"You…" he said to Altair venomously.

As for me, I couldn't take my eyes off of his arm. The crimson drops were just rolling down his arm and landed on the floor. My stomach did a sickening somersault inside of me, and my whole body lurched forward, putting me on my hands and knees. Memories began flooding my mind with their disgustingly terrible images. Fear took me in its cold grasp once more and choked all the air out of me, leaving me panting in front of everyone there. I wanted to scream for my mother, for Steven, but my voice had disappeared just as it did when I fell into this world. Everything started to begun blurry, and the floor rushed up to meet my body suddenly, my world going dark.