devils-girl-midnight

 Evangelina groaned.  Why was the world shifting around so much?  She was dizzy, her ears were ringing, and now was really not the time for Jones to be giving her this sort of wake up call. And when did the couch become so uncomfortable? When did she fall asleep on the couch?  Weren't they supposed to be going to that museum exhibit today?  A faint memory wormed it's way into her mind and her eyes flew open in shock, before she yelped and shut them again. That was way too bright to be their stuffy little apartment. The sound of a man laughing reached her ears and that's when she fully awoke, and realized that the couch, wasn't actuall

Jones groaned, the first thing registering in her partially awake mind being pain. Everything hurt and for a moment she just kept her eyes shut in the hopes that maybe she'd fall asleep, though the longer she lay there the more thoughts seeped into her head, until finally she remembered. She opened her eyes, expecting the white ceiling and walls of the museum, or maybe the deep blue hues of her bedroom. All a dream. Instead she opened her eyes to a cold, stone ceiling and matching walls. She pushed herself upright quickly in shock, and immediately regretted it, her body screaming in pain.  She took a deep breath, hoping it would help, and

Something Like an Assassin's Creed Fanfic Prelude Jones and Evangelina weren't usually huge on museums, especially art museums where everything was 'look but don't touch' and so wandering the halls of the large building felt foreign to them.  However the museum was holding a Renaissance art exhibit and that was something the two girls were interested in, especially when the museum began advertising with never before seen sketches by Leonardo da Vinci. The two girls would be lying if they said their deep vested interest in the painter didn't lie within the Assassin's Creed games, but who was anyone to complain? They browsed the other ar

 The smile was visible on Six's face, only moments before she tried to cover it up with the rim of the coffee mug.  When she placed the mug down on the table she was straight faced, and Hiemal almost felt nervous. "Scared?"  Six asked, seeing the look on the boy's face. "Only if I should be." Hiemal said, his voice a little shaky. Six laughed.  "Don't be.  Nothing's gonna get you." "Says the girl with ninety stitches in her side," Hiemal said, as he closed the newspaper. "Just run," Six said, "You're fast right?" Then before Hiemal could answer, "I told you, I underestimated them.  It won't happen again." Hiemal nodded.  "So how d

 "We'll have to leave soon," Six said as she sat at the table sipping a cup of black coffee, "The longer I stay here the less likely it is that I'll be able to get us to the other world." Hiemal looked up from the newspaper he was reading to glare at Six.  "Who says I'm going back with you.  We've been over this before." Six glared back at him over the rim of the coffee mug, mumbling something under her breath before taking another sip. "What was that?"  Hiemal growled, "I can't hear you, over your blatant disrespect for me, and my opinion." Six slammed the coffee cup down on the table, and Hiemal was surprised it didn't shatter.  "Yo