Leave It All To Me!

By Anelia Prower

Chapter One

It's Time to Play the Game

Morgan sat on the couch, watching the clock tick by. She was waiting for her older brother to go to sleep so she could play his Xbox 360. She sighed, picking at her fresh coat of black nail polish on her finger nails. Finally, she heard his television go off upstairs. She smiled and picked up the controller, pressing the button in the middle to turn both the controller and the Xbox itself on.

She had to get up and search through his games, but switched to her settings while she did. Morgan rolled her eyes; Ian, her older brother, decided to try and hide the game from her. She moved her body slightly and listened. Snoring could be heard, but it was hard to tell whether it was from her father, her mother, her sister, or her brother. She turned around and saw her black lab, Isabella, asleep on the couch.

She slipped off her white vans and was left in her white socks. She walked out into the kitchen, to the front door, and turned around to face her stairs. She had to be careful to not wake her other dog, Punk, up. He was sleeping soundly in her parent's room. Usually, their door was closed, but she could never be sure. She tip toed up the stairs, careful to step over the creaky step. She smiled when she saw the door closed; Punk didn't make a sound and everyone on the second floor of their townhouse was asleep. She walked into her brother's room, which was the one furthest down the hall.

He was curled up in the corner of his water bed, his Notre Dame Collage Football blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and his Batman Signal clock blinked "2:46 AM." She blinked at it for a minute. Only 14 more minutes until the Devil's Hour… She thought, gulping. She shook the thoughts from her head and looked around her brother's room without touching anything. Her face stayed the same: cool, calm, collected, but on the inside she was clapping for being born with overly perfect eye sight. The doctors were always praising her for her it, but also scolding her for ruining her vision by playing computer, video games, writing, and drawing in the dark.

Finally, she spotted the green case and her heart did a summersault. Bad thing was that it was in one of the drawers under her brother's bed. Those things sucked, it took to much energy to get one open and it made a huge sound doing it. She sighed and bent down, shuffling over to it. Putting one hand on the right side, and her other on the bottom of it, she gently and quietly shimmied it open a crack. She put her slender fingers through the crack she made and pulled out the game. She jumped when Ian groaned and moved a bit. She stood up and stared at him, backing up.

She finally made it past the threshold and sighed, smiling. She turned around and walked back downstairs, to celebrate her victory. Despite the fact that Morgan hardly did anything close to athletics, besides for walking Isabella and Punk, she was really skinny. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of Iced Tea with a lime wedge in it and got some water for instant noodles in a cup. She finally took this moment to look at the game case. Assassin's Creed shone brightly to her. She ran a finger absentmindedly over the Assassin's face and down his shoulder. She smiled at his straight face, his strong jaw line, toned skin, and the hidden blade. She admired the art work and noticed that her back was growing hot.

She turned around and poured the water into the noodles, mixing them around with her fork. She grabbed the game and put it in. Grabbing her iced tea, she slipped her shoes back on and looked at the clock, 2:51… She sighed, getting restless. She wasn't one for the Devil Hour, and preferred to sleep through it. However, she had stayed up late last night at a party hosted by her friends, and took a nap during the day, so she wasn't able to sleep at her parent's recommended time. However, she was 17 soon to be 18, so they wouldn't have much say in it.

She flopped down on the couch, picking up the controller and dug into her late night snack, smiling happily. She waited patiently for the game to load. Not paying much attention to the screen, she pressed the start button to skip through the intro. She might have been in love with Altair, the assassin, but she had seen it enough times to basically act it out on her own (and she would if she could hop along buildings.) Finally, she was finished with her snack and looked up, ready to play her game. Only, there was something strange. The game had already started without her consent.

Morgan stared at the screen for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on. She jumped when she heard a buzzer go off. She looked at the clock, pushing a black strand of hair that had fallen from her loose pony behind her ear. Her cable box shone brightly in dark orange numbers: 2:59…She sighed and stood up, going into the kitchen to shut the timer off. She pushed the off button on the oven, but nothing happened. The buzzer never stopped, it just kept going. She overlooked it for a minute before trying it again. Nothing happened still and she was beginning to wonder why she couldn't hear her parents get up.

She looked towards the stairs and back to the oven. She pushed the button again and it stopped. The sound of the people in the game grew louder and she looked towards the clock. 3:00…

Her breath quickened as she felt a chill run down her spine. She dismissed it and grabbed her Ipod, put it in, than saw she had a text message on her cell phone. She snatched it off the charger and walked back into the living, putting the buds in her ears. She sat on the couch and looked at the game, "What!?" She asked allowed.

Altair was no where in sight. She pushed the "X" button on her controller and groaned. Standing up, she walked over to the game system and held the off button. She looked up and saw some people walk by. Where is this? She thought, curiously, Hmmm, Oh! Damascus! She thought proudly, than frowned, Wait, I already completed the assassination here? Why am I back?

Morgan was actually pretty far in the game for someone who only got to play it now and again. She stood up slightly to get a better look at it. Her eyes went wide when the screen twisted around to show a crowd stopping and turning. She turned around as well and saw the controller's sticks moving. Her eyes went wider as the buzzer went off again. She looked at the time, 3:00 it haunted her. She tensed up at the familiar voices: "Assassin!"

"Stop him!"

"Move, woman!"

She felt a force push her forward and land on her when she hit the floor. She closed her eyes and screamed until impact, than it was muffled out. She groaned and tried to sit up, but only managed to get her front body up. "Get off!!" She yelled.

"You'll do well to hold your tongue…" A man said.

She raised an eyebrow in an angry manner, "What?! What the hell are you talking about!?"

"There he is!"

"Get him!"

The weight disappeared and she sighed happily, "Thank-"

Someone pulled her up by her arm, "Come on!" The man said, pulling her along. She gasped and had no other choice. She turned around and saw… guards! Guards from Damascus! But… they couldn't be real! That was only in her game!? How was that possible!? She was to afraid to look forward, to afraid to have her worst fears realized. She instead looked around and focused on jumping over baskets and matching the man's feet.

He turned a corner and she almost ran into a woman with a pot, who dropped it and screamed, shocked. "Sorry!!" She shouted over her shoulder to her.

Morgan looked around again and spotted a pile of hay that the man seemed to miss. She tugged on his arm, "No! This way!" She said, pulling him towards it. She jumped in and felt him do so as well. She was panting heavily and scared as hell. She held onto her black sweatshirt where her heart would be and holding her golden Cross in the other hand. Please God, make this a dream, and when I open my eyes, I'll be asleep on the couch… She slowly opened her eyes and just saw the same hay, Aw man!! She pouted.

"I could have sworn I saw him pass through this way…" A guard said.

"Well, let's go," Another said, "We'll catch up with them later…"

There was a pause and then she was yanked out again by her arm and pulled along. "Hey!" She shouted, clawing at the hand, "Let me go! Let me go!!"

The man turned around and she knew automatically who it was…

"Altair…" She gasped, with wide eyes.