[ONGOING] Assassin's Creed Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN - SMUT INCLUDED)

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Eric. That was your ex's name. The one who had controlled you, abused you, used you for all those years, making you believe you loved him. You wished you had the strength to say no when it happened, but you were too blind to realize what had happened and by the time you realized, it was too late.

Your friends were livid. Especially Ezio, Altaïr, Edward, Haytham and Connor. All five of them snuck into his house and beat him to near death with swords, then left like shadows. You see Eric and his group of jocks walk past and you tense.

His cold blue eyes lock with your panicked E/C ones. "Well, well," he says, walking towards you, trying to pin you against a locker. "If it isn't the little whore themself." You could see everyone else getting absolutely riled up, but the rest of Eric's little group block them from getting to you.

You try to slink away, try to disappear but Eric still held your gaze.

You were trapped.

He tries to kiss you, but you punch him in the face and spit in it.

"Motherfucker!" he seethes. "You'll pay for that, whore."

The sentence felt like a slap to the face.

He backhands you, sending you staggering across the floor. You feel the panic setting in, your vision giving off laces of black around the edges. He picks you up, choking you and your panic sets in instantly.

You aim for the nearest vital area, which happened to be his neck. You grab the knife in your pocket, flipping it open to the serrated blade. 

Then you stab it deep into his neck, barely missing the artery by mere inches. He roars, his blood spraying onto your clothes.

Staggering and holding his neck in a pathetic attempt to staunch the bleeding, he lunges at you, but you plunge the knife into his palm.

You quickly get up and try to run, but he grabs your ankle.

"You fucking whore," he seethes. "You deserved everything that happened to you."

He tries to force himself onto you again, but is knocked out by the blunt end of a crowbar to the back of the head. "You all right?" the stranger asks.

You see a guy your age, with slicked back dark brown hair and hazel eyes. "What'd he try to do to you?" he asks, concern written on his face.

"..."

"Jacob, what did it look like?" another voice says, clearly female. She came into view, and she looked like a carbon copy of the guy, just with blue eyes and freckles.

You assumed the pair were twins from their shared hair color and height. "It looks like the guy was trying to rape them?" he replies.

The girl ignores her brother and turns to you with nothing but pure compassion and concern on her face. "Are you okay?" she asks.

You nod, still feeling like a panic attack was coming on. She helps you up and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I'm Evie and this is my dolt twin Jacob. You?"

"Y-Y/N," you stammer. "Are you two the new students?"

Evie nods and says, "We saw what happened and that absolute dick's group blocking from a large group that looked absolutely livid. They friends of yours?"

"Yeah." you reply. 

"If you want, we can skip school Y/N," Altaïr suggests when you walk back to the group with the twins on either side of you. "I for one certainly don't want to see that fucking cunt harassing you again."

You nod and then dig in your bag for a bottle of Aleve. You give a pill to Edward and say, "For your hangover." He nods his thanks in response and takes the pill.