I felt a piece of paper bounce off of me. I twitched and paused the game.

"Can you not see I'm in a fight with not one but several Templars?" My best friend since I was five, her four glared. She was cute in the little sister way: dark red hair, almost brown and green eyes standing at 5 feet on the dot. I on the other hand wasn't as interesting: Brown hair that was almost black, unsettling chocolate brown eyes and standing at an inch short of six feet.

"So can I play when you die? I mean it's obvious that one of them is going to kill you. I can do better, Amy." I threw the controller to her.

"Let's see you do better." She nodded and unpaused the game easily killing off most of the guards.

"Thank you." I took the controller from her. She glared and launched herself at me. We fought but she stopped and pointed at the screen.

"Is Altair moving without on of us controlling him?" I nodded as I also looked. I felt a tug near my kidneys. Misa must have felt it too because she got that priceless look of 'Holy Jama Llama…' on her face.

"The game is pulling us in…I must be dreaming." I muttered softly. I felt myself black out.

"Sir! We found these two near the entrance, what should I do with them?" Robert De Sable turned and faced the guard that was holding two women.

"Tie them up! They may serve as a shield against any assassins. After we get out of here, we may give them to Talal." The guard nodded and tied up the two. Several minutes later one of them stirred.

"Hey, Amy wake up…wake up you lazy slut! I'll give you a Kabuto plushy if you wake up…damn that usually works. Um, I'll buy you a month supply of tea if you get up? My gods, Amy wake your lazy ass up!" The woman sighed and started to hit her companion Amy.

"Fuck, Misa can't you see I'm trying to sleep. What is it?" Amy yelled to the woman, Misa. Misa just nodded her head in Robert De Sable's direction.

"If I'm not mistaken, isn't that the one dude in the beginning of Assassin's Creed? You know the guy who would so be uke to Altair?"

"Oh! You mean the guy with a stick up his ass? Hey, you! Guy with stick up the ass, yeah I'm talking to you!" Robert turned around to face the women.

"My name is Robert De Sable, and I suggest you shut up before I kill the both of you. How do you know Altair? Are you assassins?" Neither one of the women spoke up for a minute, before Amy spoke up and Misa sighed.

"See! I told you this guy have a stick the size of Texas up his ass. He needs to get laid, right Misa? Oh wait did he ask us a question? Wow, here I thought he would slap us. Misa you would be first, I mean you made that comment that he wouldn't be on top if he banged Altair." Misa sighed again and slapped Amy.

"There are you happy?! You just got slapped, now what was he asking us about the only good looking guy in the third crusade?"

"Something about how do we know Altair? Do we give him the shiny abridged version of how later he's gonna get his ass handed to him or do we just lie?" Misa slapped Amy again.

"Shut up. I'll handle this, we know Altair because we are fellow assassins who were sent to get the piece of Eden. He was supposed to provide us backup, see know you can't kill us! If you kill us then you won't find out what Al Mualim wanted with the piece of Eden and all that good shit." Amy let her head fall.

"You weren't supposed to tell him that, now we'll be tortured! You obviously deserve the Darwin Award, moron! Now let's just shut up and be quiet. No wait…he still couldn't kill us you idiot! One of the commandments, 'Thou Shall Not Kill.', remember?"

"Well that's fine and dandy for this guy but what about assassins? They don't really pay attention to that rule. No wait, rule one of the Creed. Shweet, we can die either way! No wait, if we side with Mr. Stick up ye old ass, then assassins will kill us. Either way we can't win." Amy and Misa looked at each other and nodded. They turned away from Robert De Sable and watched Altair who was moving towards Robert. They stayed quiet as the scene that they had redubbed, played though, and watched fold out before their eyes.

Altair went behind Robert and tried to stick a knife though him. Robert turned around at the same time and blocked the assassination attempt. Robert grabbed Altair and tossed him though a hole and the hole collapsed behind him. Malik and Kadar rushed in front of Amy and Misa. Kadar untied them and tossed them each a knife.

"Fight your captors! We'll talk about what you're doing here later." Misa and Amy grinned and threw themselves into the fray with the only objective of killing as many as possible before escaping. They heard a scream and whipped their heads to see Kadar stabbed in the heart. The two swore and ran to kill the attacker.

"Come! We must escape with the treasure now!" Amy rolled her eyes and swore.

"Sure, announce it to the whole fucking world that you have something valuable in you hand. What a dumbass." Another scream was heard and saw the other savior with only one arm.

"Toss me the shiny thing! Trust me." He nodded and tossed it to Misa. They all nodded and ran for the ladder. They reached the top and kicked the ladder down.

"Sayonara! See you never!" They grinned and ran to the exit. Amy and Misa jumped onto one horse along with Malik on the other horse. They rode fast to Masyaf with Malik. They stopped a short way before the gate and Malik turned a blade to them.

"You're not Templars but you are not assassins. Who are you?"

"We'll tell you if you stop pointing sharp shit at us! Remember the Creed!" Malik lowered his bland.

"Sorry, but in this profession it does not pay well to treat others with the benefit of doubt. I am Malik, the man who untied you was my brother Kadar, the rat that caused this mess was Altair. Who are you?"

"I'm Misa, and this is my best friend, almost sister, Amy." The two smiled at Malik and continued riding to Masyaf. They arrived at the entrance and left the horses at the gate.

"Come, we must go to Al Mualim, he would want to know about the two of you. After all, you fight with the pride, knowledge, and expertise of an assassin." He smiled at the two and they let themselves relax and watch life go around them. It was better than a game could describe. They followed Malik into the fortress and into the familiar building where so much would transpire, and where the Grand Master Al Mualim resided.