Assassins creed: Another day at work

This story is about a main character in Assassins creed 2 video game, called Ezio. I hope you enjoy it.

I walked down a long corridor decorated with lush paintings and carpets. Little lamps on the walls gave the place a nice warm atmosphere and I thought it would be nice to live in a palace like this. My steps echoed along with metal noise of my weapons. The corridor turned left and I came to another corridor with doors on each side. Right in front of me there were two guards in heavy armor. They were standing before a richly decorated door. There was my target. I noticed I was making them very nervous. I approached them with a grin on my face and stopped in front of them. I could see their arms shaking around their weapons.

"What is you purpose here?" one of the guards asked.

"Signore Barbarigo is already preparing for rest. You should visit him tomorrow." the other guard said.

"I understand." I said with fake disappointment.

"Well tell him then, when he will be rested perhaps, that Ezio Auditore da Firenze was looking for him will you."

"Yes signore. We will let him know."

"Wonderful." I almost whispered and turned my back to them. I did my standard practice. It always worked. I just needed that half a meter do dispose of them. I opened my fist and a golden coin fell on the tiles with loud rattling. I smiled again when I heard excited whispering behind me, followed by quick steps. Everything was going as planned. Then instinct took over. I turned with immense speed, stretching my arms towards two terrified faces. I heard the metal sliding of my two hidden blades and before as any of us could realize it, I was standing there with my two wrist blades buried deep in the two guards foreheads. I pulled my favorite weapons out, back to my hips and the guards fell back on the floor with no life.

"Pity." I said. I was always sorry for the innocent. Even though they were connected with Borgia, they didn't actually know what was happening behind big smiles and heavy bags of coins. But it had to be done.

I stepped over their dead bodies to the door. I opened them so they made absolutely no sound. I stepped into a weakly illuminated bedroom. To my right was a big bed with a scarlet canopy made of silk. There was a seal of the Barbarigos on it. To the left was a writing desk made of oak wood. Some letters and a cup of ink was standing on it. I must read those later. And in front of me was a balcony. I have known it well. I passed next to it many times in weeks of observation and information gathering. And there was my target. Still dressed in silk and expensive cotton form the New World, as suited for a noble. He was leaning on the balcony fence, observing the fireworks of the Venetian carnevale.

"Your guards might be a problem for thieves that want to steal your silk and gold Alphonso. But they are nothing but statues for an Assassin," I sensed how Alphonso Barbarigo started breathing beyond normal. I felt when his heart, that would soon stop from my blade, started beating faster and faster. He turned and I could only see fear and the reflection of my snow white cloth in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Because you are a Templar. And Templars do not deserve a life like yours. It would take too long to put you on a wheat field. To work with peasants that you enslave to gain power, so to save time, I'm just going to kill you."

"And what do you gain Assassin. Another Templar gone. More will come and soon you won't be able to keep up anymore."

"Perhaps. But I still have my father's and brother's death to avenge and the conspirators list is still long."

"Let us be done with it then."

"I like you. You don't flee. You simply give in."

"You like to play with food before you eat it, don't you?"

"Not exactly. I just like things to be done properly ..."

I again raised my arm . But a blade didn't appear from my wrist like a ghost. Instead I took a small lead ball from my pouch, inserted it in my wrist arsenal, aimed at the man in silk and expensive cotton and pressed. The mechanism went off. A millisecond later a blast of sound inhabited the room, so one would think that entire Venezia could hear it. I saw Alphonso Barbarigo with a big bloody hole punched through his chest. He looked down with his eyes wide open. He collapsed on his knees and a little dagger fell on the ground beside him. Obviously he wasn't going to give up so easily after all. He looked at me for the last time with hatred in his eyes and then finally hit the ground with his head. I lowered my hand and calmly walked to him. I made sure the lead ball found it's target. It wasn't my blade that stopped Alphonso's hart after all.

"Avrai pace e di armonia con il tuo Creatore." I whispered over his dead body and closed his eyes.

Suddenly I heard voices on the corridor.

"Time to go." I thought.

"Nice to have met you." I said to Alphonso. I quickly took the letters from the desk and then ran on the balcony, stepped on the fence and jumped into the Grand Canal. I was never trialled for the assassination of Alphonso Barbarigo.

As I am an Assassin and I follow the creed: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted!"