Okay, so this is my third fan fiction! Yay!
Yes, I'm using my OOC's again.

In this story I'll use parentheses as time-skips or whatever they're called. If I know how much time is being 'skipped' then I will say within the parentheses; If not, it will just say 'later…' or something corny like that.

Note: The only reason I posted this was because my friend wanted to see it, if you want to read something (a lot) better and slightly similar, go read Shelleythesnail's "More Than I Bargained For."

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Xbox, the Assassin's Creed series, or whatever else I may have in here that's copyright to someone else. If I did, I'd be rich. -and I'm not.

Okay, now let's start the story!

Tick, tock, tick, tock… I glared at the clock. On it the hands told me it was somewhere around five O' clock in the morning. I'm Samantha. -and I couldn't sleep if my life depended on it. I'm a night owl. I normally go to bed around seven in the morning. I was trying to fix my sleeping schedule for the who-knows-what-time. Giving up, I tossed the blankets off of me, flinging the stuffed animals and beanie-babies that were on top of me into the air. I seemed to have thousands of them lying around. I probably did. Anyway, I got up out of bed and made a U from one side of my bed to the other. I walked into a hall and then into the living room, complete with a new, giant, flat-screen TV and old, falling-apart, beanbag couch. I opened one of the twin doors that led into the kitchen. They looked old-timey, mostly glass with wood that could give you numerous splinters just by touching it once. I grab a poptart packet, open it, and put the two poptarts in the toaster. I then turn around to see my mom and dad's door crack open. I turn to the microwave. Five O' clock! What am I thinking? I dash back to my room and do a sideways flip into my bed and pull the covers over me, pretending to be asleep. My mom and dad have no clue I'm a night owl, they just know I sleep until noon. Dad, however, gets up at five to get ready for work. I hear him walk into the kitchen, but I dare not open my eyes to look. Suddenly I hear my poptart pop back up from the toaster. Nuts. A few minutes later I hear my dad come into my room. "You forgot your poptarts," I hear him say. I can smell them, I know he's trying to hand them to me. I open my eyes. Yep. I lean up and take them from him. I then turn away and stick one half-way in my mouth before saying sarcastically, "Yum."
Stupid poptarts. Poptarts of betrayal.

(Next morning... Aka: sometime in the afternoon...)

I wake up to a wet rag. A freezing cold, dripping wet rag. "Ah! What in the world was that for?" I nearly scream. "Time to get up," my mom says. That's it? I got a rude wake-up call because it's 'time to get up'? I growl and roll over, but out of the corner of my eye I see her going to put the rag on my face again. I jerk away, flailing my arms, and yell, "I'm up, I'm up!" She smiles and walks away. "Jeez.." I mutter, getting up. I hear a few more stuffed toys hit the floor, but ignore them. I look at the calendar. Saturday. YES! I pick up a more speedy pace as I nearly run for the living room. I crash-land on the beanbag couch and grab a remote control, turning on the tv. I then stretch and grab the Xbox360 controller and turn it on. I pay no mind to the fact that I hadn't eaten since five in the morning. I normally wait until it's practically killing me, anyway.

I scroll for a bit, then click on "Assassin's Creed II." My friends, my mom, my dad, and practically everyone I know would tell you I have an 'unhealthy' addiction to Assassin's Creed II, or 'ACII' as I say. I admit, they might be right, but that doesn't mean I'd say it out loud. Before I start the game I let the opening run. I love the opening. Around that time my mom walks in. "You're watching the opening again?" she asked, sounding amazed. "Yeah..? What about it?" I ask, not sure where she was going with that. "Alright, I just figured you'd be tired of that by now," she said, then walked into her 'study room.' I'll only get tired of the opening when I'm tired of the game, and that doesn't look like it will happen anytime soon. I've already beaten it twice in the two weeks I've had it, and still refuse to stop playing it. I've done basically everything there is to do in it, but its still fun! Why? I don't know, maybe because I get to free-roam and kill people? Okay, that sounded just a bit creepy… Anyway! Back to the story.

I click on my saved game, the one that has everything. I simply run around for a bit on the rooftops before climbing a nearby tower. Nothing special, just run around. -and maybe kill a few random people. Some on accident… Some not. Then I hear my mom. "Honey, it's a beautiful day, why don't you go for a walk?" she asks. I pause and look to the windows behind me. It was slightly cloudy, and I could see the trees sway gracefully in a soft breeze. It was tempting, but I looked back to my game and all previous thoughts vanished. I shouted back, "Maybe later!" and continue with my game-playing. Hours later… "Honey, it's getting late, are you sure you don't want to take a walk?" I hear my mom. Getting slightly bored with the game, I finally decide to take the offer. "Alright, I'll go take a walk," I say, pausing the game and getting up.

I got dressed, ate a quick salad, then dash out the door without a word. Clothes being: a plain bluish-colored shirt, dark blue jeans, dark gray hoodie with two blue dragons on it, and my favorite necklace. Aka: the necklace with the AC symbol on it. I jump down the steps off the porch, practicing one of the 'rolling-landings' in ACII. Of course, this is one of the reasons why people say it's an 'unhealthy' addiction. The first time I tried I nearly killed myself, but that didn't stop me from trying again! …After that it was on more 'soft' surfaces, though. I ran across the yard, which seemed ridiculously huge for such a small house, and only slowed once I got to the road. Knowing my mom, when she said 'take a walk,' she probably meant just that. -but when did I ever 'walk' besides when I'm really tired or bored? Of course, I wasn't exactly the fittest person in the world, so I got tired pretty fast. Even the quick dart across the yard, despite it being huge, seemed to tire me out quite a bit. I 'walked' at a quick pace. My road was a dead-end and I'm sure, at the very least, a mile long. Despite being so long, there weren't many houses. Most of it was just a few stable owners that kept tons of land for their extremely spoilt horses. By the time I got about half way down it I was wiped out. I was at a snail's pace. It was twilight, too. I turned and sighed when I thought of the long journey back. I had completely forgotten that I had to get back, too. I looked at my watch. Seven. Dad was going to be coming home late today, so maybe, if I just wait a bit, I could get a ride back. I hoped, anyway.

I looked around. Twilight always creeped me out. I could walk around at night and during the day just fine, but twilight? I don't know. There was just some subconscious thing in the back of my head telling me to get somewhere safe. I walked over to one of the fences and crouched down next to it, looking around with a slight paranoid feeling. It didn't help when a burst of wind started rustling the trees. I ducked lower to the ground. "Okay, calm down… It's not like some monster's going to pop out and scare you," I tell myself out loud, but it has no affect. Think of happy thoughts, my brain tells me. Okay, um… My game. …Yeah, mostly just my game. It's still not helping, my eyes are frantically looking for something that's not there. "Stop it, you scaredy cat, nothing's out to get you!" I tell myself loudly, then close my eyes tightly, as well as a bit unconsciously. Suddenly I jerk up, falling forwards into the ditch with a startled yelp. Something touched me. I don't care what, I just know something touched me and I'm not about to turn around and find out. I get up and start running. I don't feel painful anymore, I just feel adrenaline. "I don't want to be here anymore, someone get me out of here!" I screamed.

As if granting my wish, a large 'rip' appeared out of nowhere. It looked like something with three claws had just cut a rip in midair. It seemed to glow purple, too. That was all I noticed before I suddenly found myself being sucked towards it. With a sudden boost of fear and adrenaline I turn and try to run, but fall backwards with the suction and right into the rip. I screamed. It's the only thing I knew to do in that kind of situation. Past the bright purple glow I saw neon-green lines and eventually darkness. I could still feel myself in motion, but I couldn't see anything. Soon after that I started to feel light-headed, and then I felt myself go blank.

Okay, so that's the first chapter! I hope you liked it, despite how slow it went and how very short it is...

Next chapter you can look forward to Samantha inside the ACII world. ;P
Oh, and don't worry. The next chapter is already being made, so it shouldn't take long. …unless I forget. If that happens just go to my deviant art profile and shout "HEY! You never finished the AC fan fiction!"
…and if you don't know my deviant art profile it's "shardthefrozenheart."