Assassin's Creed: Gang Leaders |Assassin's Creed Fanfiction|

Prologue

A small group of five men stood, talking, at the bottom of the stairs. They wore green overcoats with a yellow band tied around their left arm. They all had black bowler hats with a yellow band just above the rim. Suddenly, the door banged open. A black robed man shoved someone out the door. He tumbled down the stairs. The black robed man walked quickly down the stairs.

"I think he got the message," the man said. He started to walk away, a large group of men and women, all wearing the dark green, followed behind him.

"BOSS! BOSS!" another man shouted. "There's trouble at Emmanuel's! C'mon! 'urry up!"

"The fun never stops," the black robed man turned towards the group behind him. "Come on! Look lively Rooks!"

The group cheered and followed their leader through the city and onto the rooftops. Before long, they were looking down at the Emmanuel Orphanage. A group of the gang, the Blighters, were escorting a large number of children out of the orphanage and handing them off to a Templar. The Templar handed the leader a piece of paper. The leader slipped the paper into his jacket and tipped his hat to the Templar. Him and his group of Blighters headed to the bar. The black robed mans eyes hardened and he handed his hat to one of the men behind him. He pulled his hood up over his shaggy black hair.

The Templar's carriage's started off down the street with the robed man behind them. He jumped onto the back of one of the carriages and climbed on top, knocking the driver out and taking the reins for himself. The men in front of him pulled out a pistol and took to shots at the man. He ducked, the horses swerving dangerously. The man in the leading carriage pulled out a shotgun, and fired back at the man. The horses spooked and the man lost control as the horses barreled off the side of the bridge. The man twisted, pointing his arm up at the bridge and pulling a trigger on his wrist. A grappling hook shot out and pulled him back onto the bridge. The men in the carriage were congratulating each other and were completely oblivious to the robed man that was standing on a train that was going past.

The man jumped off of the train when it reached a smoking factory. He made his way quietly inside, where the children were being delivered. He looked down from his perch in the rafters and a small smirk touched his lips. He leaped down, killing two men instantly. He took a handful of stones as he stood and threw them into one mans face, quickly twisting his arm and throwing him against a line of barrels. The robed man grabbed a stick with a bucket on the end and swung it around. Dust flew in every direction as the Templar shot into the cloud. Everything was silent for a moment.

"WAIT!" one of the Templars men shouted at the retreating assassin.

"I'll let you take it from here lads," the assassin melted into a crowd of angry factory workers and Rooks and headed to where he had seen the leader of the Blighters enter the bar.

A man was playing the fiddle as the assassin pushed through the door. "John the Bitter," he said. "It's actually quite drinkable." He pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat on it backwards, resting his arms on the back. "Go on. Toast your noble boss. This thief of children. Or you can do better. Join me! Join the Rooks!"

The leader of the Blighters gave an annoyed jerk of his head. One man punched at the assassin, who ducked and twisted the mans arm behind his back. The assassin swung the chair he had been sitting on a moment before and hit one man in the back, sending him to the floor. The chair broke and the assassin was only holding the back, which he used to block a punch to his head.

The leader shoved a man forward. "Go get 'im!"

The man quickly dodged out of the way as his leader swung a knife at the assassin. The assassin leaned back and the knife barely missed. The Blighter leader tried to fire at the assassin, but his shot flew out the window as the assassin threw him to the floor. He lifted his arm and locked out the hidden blade at his wrist.

"Jacob. Mr. Frye. Listen," the Blighter leader begged. The assassin paused as the man continued. "We'll split the money. Just take it all. I-" He was cut off as the assassin pulled the paper out of the man's jacket and crammed it into his mouth.

The assassin stood and walked towards to door. "Rooks! With me."

The Blighter leader reached for his pistol, but someone pulled it out of his hand. The air was filled with people talking. "I'm going with the Rooks." was what almost everyone was saying.

The assassin led the way through the streets. Members of the Rooks melted out of the shadows to follow behind him.