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Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood Fanfiction
Brought to an End
   His laughter was unnerving, threatening to send Arianna Auditore into an insane rage. It was mocking, full of scorn and arrogance. The Assassin wanted it to end. So, despite her sore mucles and bledding face, she lunged at him.
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   Hours earlier, before Arianna was fighting for her life, she was alone, jumping and scaling the houses in Roma, the Centro District. Her father, the infamous Ezio Auditore, was busy conversing with Niccolo about something boring along with la Volpe. Arianna felt unneeded, so she went exploring about. She longed for her fellow Assassin, Frederico Vazzeti, to be at her side, but her secret lover was off on a contract in Spain.
   She felt incrediably lonely. And bored.
   Arianna found herself perched on a building facing the river. She titled her head, her dark blue hood shifting slightly as she gazed down at the Tiber River. Her light brown eyes suddenly started to sting. Confused, Arianna brought a hand to her hooded face.
   "Tears?" She muttered to herself.
   Then, her head became flooded with her father's comments; "Every day, you look more and more like your mother." , "My beautiful flower," , and the occasional mistake of calling her, "Cristina."
   Arianna turned her head away from the river, and closed her eyes tightly. Her mother's death was almost a decade ago on this day. She knew this ebcause she managed to pry this information from her father.
   Her own memories of her mother were blurred. Arianna only remembered so much before her head began to throb. All in all, her childhood was fading from memory, merely a dream to her now. She did not remember her mother's husband, her stepfather who was unaware of his daughter's true lineage.
   She didn't wish to dwell on it anymore.
   Before she knew it, the sun was at high noon. Arianna blinked, her limbs sore from crouching for hours. She slowly stood and stretched out her legs, feeling her muscles lock up a bit. The Assassin groaned, feeling foolishe for sitting dormant for that long.
   Once she was satisfied with her now stretched and ready limbs, Arianna started at a run and jumped onto the adjoring building. She yelped upon landing when her legs nearly gave out, but the Assassin kept going.
   She hoped no one saw her blunder as she continued her sprint. Arianna went on like this fora while. Then, she cried out as a crossbow bolt caught her on her bare shoulder in midair. Arianna went from going horizontal to vertical in seconds. She was in midjump, so she fell into a stone-cold alley, landing hard on her left side, the same side as her bolt wound.
   "Merda!" She cursed aloud, wrapping her hand around the bolt.
   To her relief, the bolt managed to only get a few inches into her skin. Also, the stone floor was covered in hay, so the impact from landing was somewhat softened. Sucking in her breath, Arinna yanked the bolt free with a gasp. Blood sputtered out, but Arianna was quick to the draw, tearing her black cape and wrapping it around her swallow wound. Just as she tied off the strip, someone shouted down the one-entrance alley.
   "Assassino!"
   Arianna snarled, standing up roughly and drawing her small stiletto. At least six Borgia troops came flooding into the alley. The Assassin glanced around, looking for an escape if necessary. There were a few crevices and overhangs, but escape seemed far-fetched. So, she crouched into a fighting position as the Borgia charged.
   As one got within her range, Arianna swung out to slash him, and her surprised her by not defending himself, but rather, grabbed her forearm. In her surprise, Arianna dropped her stiletto, but unhinged her hidden blade and recovered by slashing the one holding her in his neck. He fell immediately, his blood spitting out onto her hood and torso.
   "Enough, enough."
   Arianna froze at that voice, which gave the other five guards a chance to grab her. She let them take her arms, and they dragged her out to the mouth of the alley where a man garbed in a cape and armor awaited them. The Assassin hissed, her anger bubbling over. Once she was close enough, Arianna spat in the man's face.
   Cesare Borgia merely flicked the spittle off his bearded-cheek with a finger. His indifference enraged her even more.
   "Ah..." Cesare cooed, gently lowering Arianna's hood. "Now, now, little Assassin, why-?"
   Before he spoke another word, Arianna broke free with a shout, her hands going for his neck. Cesare reacted quickly, bringing his gauntleted arm up and knocking her in the forehead. She felt the cold, sharp edge of the gauntlet bit into her skin just above her left eyebrow. Blood began to seep down, blinding her temporarily with her own blood.
   The guards held her again, but Cesare waved them off with his sword. Arianna narrowed her eyes, but pulled her thin, long sword from the scabbard on her hip. Then, without a second thought, Arianna flew at him.
   Strangely, there were no crowds, so she didn't have to worry about innocents. Cesare probably planned it, but why wouldn't he want an audience?
   All her thoughts vanished from her mind as she focused solely on taking this arrogant fool's life. Their swords clashed, and Cesare seemed impressed with her ferocity and skill. They silently fought, and Arianna began to question why this fight was happening. Yes, the Assassins and Borgia had grown to become enemies, but why target her...?
   Arianna started, and her temporary stand-still gave Cesare the chance to overcome her. However, she recovered quickly, and only got a nick in her side. Arianna hopped back, the cut above her eye still bleeding profusely.
   Then, he laughed. His mocking, scornful laught that caused Arianna to almost completely lose it. Before he uttered a word, Arianna lunged at him-
   Right onto his awaiting sword.
   Surprise was eminate on both their faces. This was not part of her plan, to die by accidently throwing herself onto her foe's sword. But, she didn't scream or cry; As Arianna slumped to the ground with Borgia's blade in her stomach, she stared into his dark eyes. She would not die a coward. Arianna grasped the hilt of Borgia's sword, wrapping her hands around his own, and shoved the sword deeper into her belly.
   Cesare raised his brows in utter shock, but was then distracted by a noise. He slid his sword back out, and Arianna yelped, falling backwards onto her back. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of battle and cries of her name, but she watched the blue sky as if she's never seen it before.
   "Arianna!" She heard this clearly, for she saw her father come into view over her. "I'm here, my flower, I'm here..."
   She's never seen Ezio so upset. It made her smile. She reached up and brushed his scar that was above his lip. She always liked that scar, even if he never told her how he got it.
   "Father," She murmured, before closing her eyes. "I bet a woman gave...you that...that...scar..."
   Her fingers fell from his face, and she welcomed death's embrace. And, all was calm, dark, and peaceful.
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Description
Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood Fanfiction
Brought to an End
   His laughter was unnerving, threatening to send Arianna Auditore into an insane rage. It was mocking, full of scorn and arrogance. The Assassin wanted it to end. So, despite her sore mucles and bledding face, she lunged at him.
***
   Hours earlier, before Arianna was fighting for her life, she was alone, jumping and scaling the houses in Roma, the Centro District. Her father, the infamous Ezio Auditore, was busy conversing with Niccolo about something boring along with la Volpe. Arianna felt unneeded, so she went exploring about. She longed for her fellow Assassin, Frederico Vazzeti, to be at her side, but her secret lover was off on a contract in Spain.
   She felt incrediably lonely. And bored.
   Arianna found herself perched on a building facing the river. She titled her head, her dark blue hood shifting slightly as she gazed down at the Tiber River. Her light brown eyes suddenly started to sting. Confused, Arianna brought a hand to her hooded face.
   "Tears?" She muttered to herself.
   Then, her head became flooded with her father's comments; "Every day, you look more and more like your mother." , "My beautiful flower," , and the occasional mistake of calling her, "Cristina."
   Arianna turned her head away from the river, and closed her eyes tightly. Her mother's death was almost a decade ago on this day. She knew this ebcause she managed to pry this information from her father.
   Her own memories of her mother were blurred. Arianna only remembered so much before her head began to throb. All in all, her childhood was fading from memory, merely a dream to her now. She did not remember her mother's husband, her stepfather who was unaware of his daughter's true lineage.
   She didn't wish to dwell on it anymore.
   Before she knew it, the sun was at high noon. Arianna blinked, her limbs sore from crouching for hours. She slowly stood and stretched out her legs, feeling her muscles lock up a bit. The Assassin groaned, feeling foolishe for sitting dormant for that long.
   Once she was satisfied with her now stretched and ready limbs, Arianna started at a run and jumped onto the adjoring building. She yelped upon landing when her legs nearly gave out, but the Assassin kept going.
   She hoped no one saw her blunder as she continued her sprint. Arianna went on like this fora while. Then, she cried out as a crossbow bolt caught her on her bare shoulder in midair. Arianna went from going horizontal to vertical in seconds. She was in midjump, so she fell into a stone-cold alley, landing hard on her left side, the same side as her bolt wound.
   "Merda!" She cursed aloud, wrapping her hand around the bolt.
   To her relief, the bolt managed to only get a few inches into her skin. Also, the stone floor was covered in hay, so the impact from landing was somewhat softened. Sucking in her breath, Arinna yanked the bolt free with a gasp. Blood sputtered out, but Arianna was quick to the draw, tearing her black cape and wrapping it around her swallow wound. Just as she tied off the strip, someone shouted down the one-entrance alley.
   "Assassino!"
   Arianna snarled, standing up roughly and drawing her small stiletto. At least six Borgia troops came flooding into the alley. The Assassin glanced around, looking for an escape if necessary. There were a few crevices and overhangs, but escape seemed far-fetched. So, she crouched into a fighting position as the Borgia charged.
   As one got within her range, Arianna swung out to slash him, and her surprised her by not defending himself, but rather, grabbed her forearm. In her surprise, Arianna dropped her stiletto, but unhinged her hidden blade and recovered by slashing the one holding her in his neck. He fell immediately, his blood spitting out onto her hood and torso.
   "Enough, enough."
   Arianna froze at that voice, which gave the other five guards a chance to grab her. She let them take her arms, and they dragged her out to the mouth of the alley where a man garbed in a cape and armor awaited them. The Assassin hissed, her anger bubbling over. Once she was close enough, Arianna spat in the man's face.
   Cesare Borgia merely flicked the spittle off his bearded-cheek with a finger. His indifference enraged her even more.
   "Ah..." Cesare cooed, gently lowering Arianna's hood. "Now, now, little Assassin, why-?"
   Before he spoke another word, Arianna broke free with a shout, her hands going for his neck. Cesare reacted quickly, bringing his gauntleted arm up and knocking her in the forehead. She felt the cold, sharp edge of the gauntlet bit into her skin just above her left eyebrow. Blood began to seep down, blinding her temporarily with her own blood.
   The guards held her again, but Cesare waved them off with his sword. Arianna narrowed her eyes, but pulled her thin, long sword from the scabbard on her hip. Then, without a second thought, Arianna flew at him.
   Strangely, there were no crowds, so she didn't have to worry about innocents. Cesare probably planned it, but why wouldn't he want an audience?
   All her thoughts vanished from her mind as she focused solely on taking this arrogant fool's life. Their swords clashed, and Cesare seemed impressed with her ferocity and skill. They silently fought, and Arianna began to question why this fight was happening. Yes, the Assassins and Borgia had grown to become enemies, but why target her...?
   Arianna started, and her temporary stand-still gave Cesare the chance to overcome her. However, she recovered quickly, and only got a nick in her side. Arianna hopped back, the cut above her eye still bleeding profusely.
   Then, he laughed. His mocking, scornful laught that caused Arianna to almost completely lose it. Before he uttered a word, Arianna lunged at him-
   Right onto his awaiting sword.
   Surprise was eminate on both their faces. This was not part of her plan, to die by accidently throwing herself onto her foe's sword. But, she didn't scream or cry; As Arianna slumped to the ground with Borgia's blade in her stomach, she stared into his dark eyes. She would not die a coward. Arianna grasped the hilt of Borgia's sword, wrapping her hands around his own, and shoved the sword deeper into her belly.
   Cesare raised his brows in utter shock, but was then distracted by a noise. He slid his sword back out, and Arianna yelped, falling backwards onto her back. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of battle and cries of her name, but she watched the blue sky as if she's never seen it before.
   "Arianna!" She heard this clearly, for she saw her father come into view over her. "I'm here, my flower, I'm here..."
   She's never seen Ezio so upset. It made her smile. She reached up and brushed his scar that was above his lip. She always liked that scar, even if he never told her how he got it.
   "Father," She murmured, before closing her eyes. "I bet a woman gave...you that...that...scar..."
   Her fingers fell from his face, and she welcomed death's embrace. And, all was calm, dark, and peaceful.
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