It was midnight now, though the moon still had its radiant glow making the lights of Venice even prettier than she could ever imagen. If only the situation was different for her anyways. Alexandria sighed, taking her hood off and revealing her light skinned and dark blue-eyes face, her redish brown hair in a tight bun that was making her head ache with a throb that told her that the bun was too tight for her head.
Feeling the headache coming on she released her bun and gently tied it back in a small poney tail. Quickly and stealthy she retreated into a dark ally way. Taking a few steps near the edge of a closed store, Alexandria scoped the streets for any unwanted guards. And, when the timing was right, she’d sprint for a few houses, stop and scale the roads again. Her clothing slightly fluttered in the breezy night air, as if it was calling out. ‘Stop, you’re wounded! Get to a doctor!’ At least her mind would say, and the wind would blow right past her left arm, showing a small slit near her upper arm. Even thought it hadn’t stop stinging she knew she had to see someone soon... But who?
She has always studied about the history of Assassin's including Altair and because of her rich family, she can afford to travel to other countries and or locations as she sees fit, but unknown to her family. Other than her father, she was being secretly trained as an Assassin in hopes that she would be able to take over her father's position in the Order. That was till.. That unfaithful day...
She stared at the man in disbelief how can he simply make her do this!? Betray the Assassin Brother hood and make her kill Ezio Auditore da Firenze?! She shook her head as she backed away gently her back touching the stone wall of the dark cell she had been trapped in since her arrival in the dungeons below the church of the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari.
Tears were streaming down her face as she stammered "I-I can't do that! I-I can't please... Father!... Please just let him go!" She cried out running towards her father only to be shoved back and held at knife point as well. Alexandria only stared at Rodrigo Borgia the man who held her father by two templars like he was a doll. His face beaten and bleeding, or worse... He could be bleeding internally. Making her choose her betrayal or her father's life...
Alexandria’s vision was hazy, now having short blackouts whenever she moved. Her cut was bleeding, splotches of red goo around her arm. Alexandria grunted, clutching her arm, and leaning forward in pain. She couldn’t die, let alone leave her father the way he was. Her foot had hit a pail of water, and slipped, howling in pain as soon as her bad arm smashed against the concrete. She closed her eyes, her face turned into an agonizing grimace. Alexanria heard a door opening in the distance, as a woman walked to her side. She whispered in her ear, but the only words she got were “Don’t worry, Signora.”
Meanwhile, at the villa inside the nobleman's study it was eerily quiet. The light's from various candle's and lamps was not helping it's dark eerieness as the fat nobel laid dead on the floor. Blood that pooled around him was slowly growing in range as it spread out, staining the fancy carpeted floor and spread further, until it touched a small peice of fabric with the Assassin Order etched neatly with silver thread. A lone guard was his first night on the patrol job, had knocked on the dead man's door expecting the usual answer to inform the guard that all was well.
No answer came.
In pure frantic chaos of this news the young guard quickly opened the door and saw his lord on the floor, his scan easily landing on the small patch of fabric making him call out his captian to sound the alarm. If he was lucky the Assassin was still in the building, and they can bring the man to justice before the Assassin could strike again.
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