Just a random fan fic!

Please don't hate me if you don't ship them.

Sorry.

Shay will be set in a little bit young than the story and Arno will be a little bit older.

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Run.

That's what he could think now.

The Assassin was chasing him.

He could see the Assassin's dark blue robe.

Could hear the sound when the Assassin landed on the ground.

And the Assassin held up his Phantom Blade.

Lucky,

The Arrow didn't hurt him.

He could hear the Assassin said something in French.

But he didn't care.

He ran past the street, then climbed up the rooftop, and ran away.

The Assassin hissed something in French again,

this time,

He took out his pistol, aim at him.

He glared down at him,

Grabbed his smoke bomb,

Threw down to the ground.

Second later,

The mist covered the air,

He couldn't see the Assassin.

But he kept running.

Even the Assassin was not in his sight.

He stopped until he reached his safehouse.

He breathed heavily, leaned against m the front door.

He tried to catch his breathe.

He sighed.

What an old body.

He was getting older.

He knew his black hair was turning to white.

And sometime when he ran a long time, he would get tried quickly.

He walked inside the house.

He lit up and nearest candle and slowly lit the rest of them.

He sat on the armchair,

The muscles were hurt,

Hurt him painfully.

He closed his eyes,

Put out his pistols,

Reloaded them.

Thinking how the Assassin chase after him.

He had been hiden for a long time, but he didn't invole any thing about the assassins and the templars.

But the last thing he did.

Was to assassinate Charles Dorian,

A French Assassin.

He sighed,

Opened his eyes.

Looked right in to the face which under the hood.

The Assassin took off the hood,

He had a brown hair which tied as a pony tail by a red ribbon,

A scar was on his nose.

He had those brown eyes,

Like Dorian's.

He said.

With his French Accent.

'Is time to end this all, Templar.'

Took put his weapons,

Right hand Cutlass,

Left Hand Pistol.

He stood up.

Mocked.

'You think you can stop me Assassin? How silly are you?'

He took out his swords too.

'Silly? I'm not. You're. Try to destroy the Brotherhood? No way.'

As he said, he fired his pistol.

He quickly shoot back and moved away quickly.

They kept shooting.

His furniture got shoot,

Even the armchair he loved most.

'You shoot my armchair boy. Pay back me one.'

The Assassin groaned.

One bullet hit his arms,

And One bullet hit the Assassin's waist.

But soon,

He got shot at the legs.

He hissed,

Waved his swords to the Assassins.

He dodged his attack by using his cutlass.

A loud sound released when their swords met together.

Soon apart,

But again,

Met with more force.

He glared at the Assassin,

After they both tired, and rest for a bit, and walked circle.

Thier pistols and swords were on the ground, each of them had some blood on it.

And him,

Got some damages from the cutlass, there was blood dropping from his wound on the arm.

'Why do you want to kill me? I didn't do nothing to you though I think it'll be fun to do something interesting on you.'

The Assassin spoke silently.

'You killed my father.'

He raised an eyebrow.

'Whom? I killed so many people that I really don't remember their names.'

The Assassin hissed.

'Go to hell Templar!'

Then he ran to him, without his cutlass,

He grabbed his coat's collar.

And used his fist to punch him hard.

Each punch,

Full of hate,

Painful,

Angry,

Revenge.

He chuckled, shoved the assassin away forcefully.

The Assassin landed on the ground,

But got up quickly.

This time,

He grabbed the Assassin's coat,

Punched him hard.

If he heard clearly, he clearly broke the assassin some bones.

Then he threw the assassin on the ground.

The assassin groaned painfully,

Tried to get up,

But he already found a empty glass bottle.

He smashed the bottle on the Assassin's head.

The glass shattered.

With the Assassin screamed.

He didn't know,

The Assassin leaned forward, and stabbed him in the stomach by hidden blade.

He smirked.

He pushed the Assassin off him,

And pick up a brick.

The Assassin couldn't stand,

Watched him walk to him.

The Assassin felt dizzy,

As the brick dropped on his head.

The Assassin suddenly felr nothing.

Only a wave of pain.

He yelled painfully,

He laid on the ground,

Eyes closed,

Blood dropping.

He pulled the brick away,

Grabbed his sword,

Ignored his wound that on the stomach.

He held up his sword,

Ready to kill the Assassin.

The Assassin opened his eyes,

And grabbed the pistol that next to him.

Aim.

Shoot.

He fell dowm,

The sword fell down inches away,

With a sound.

The bullet hit right at his heart.

The Assassin stood up,

Knelt down at him.

Grabbed his collar with his bloody hands.

'I tell you Templar. I'm Arno Victor Dorian. Som of Charles Dorian. I'm here to revenge for my father.'

He coughed in blood.

'Ah. I remember, Dorian right?'

He laughed.

'Pity, he gets a son like you.'

The Assassin glared at him,

His hidden blade slowly pulled out.

'Kill me. If you think it will be the vengeance you seek.'

He stared at the brown eyes that burnt with fire.

'I'm Shay Patrick Cormac, if you want to know who's the murderer.'

The Assassin looked down at the dying Templar.

'Requiescat in Pace. Though you don't deserve.'

He chuckled.

But kept starring at the eyes.

'Do it.'

The Assassin stabbed his neck.

But he felt pain on his stomach.

He widened his eyes, looked back as the Templar.

He grinned, and took out the blade that stabbed in the Assassin's stomach.

Then died.

The Assassin got up painfully,

But after he walked away the dead body inches away,

He fell down,

He felt dizzy,

Painful.

He closed his eyes,

Felt something going to steal him from his body.

It had been a long day.

Arno Dorian thought.

He finally killsd the man that murdered his father.

But,

Now in the house,

One dead man and a Dying man,

What's that for?

He finished his wish,

But now?

Nothing left.

Blood still dropping.

Arno sighed.

With his last breathe.

'Requiescat in Pace to myself. And that poor Cormac.'

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When I wrote this,

I wanted it be romance,

But soon it became violence and blood,

And even death.

Well i didn't think of letting Arno died.

Any way.

It'll also post on Assassin's Creed One Shots.

Hope you like it.

Night.

Finished at 21 : 52, 12 November, 2016