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Re: wc!au: team chen - assassin's creed au

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Zitao was the most careful person he knew. He always had a backup plan, he hadn’t traveled by sunlight for months, always taking back roads and using the darkness as his shield. He made sure none of the Templars he hid within would never be in the same place as he was in his Assassin clothing. He always planned ahead, always. There wasn’t room for failure in such tight times.

He tightened his grip on the ledge he was clung to, eyeing his prey below him. Yixing. A highly admired general among the Templars and other soldiers they had under their palms. Known for his many tactics and skills that had helped kill many Assassins. Though surprisingly his plan had start forming flaws ever since a certain someone was sent in from an alleged expert Templar group from Qingdao. A sly grin grew on Zitao’s face and he almost chuckled when he realized just how much he’d mess with them. He had a personal bone to pick for Yixing. The man had given out info on his family's hideout and forced them out of safety months beforehand. Zitao waited patiently until Yixing had walked right under him, his blade sliding out of it’s hold under his wrist. He let go of the ledge, feeling the air rush by him, sharping whipping his face before connecting his feet with the back of the general, turning him around with a kick and slicing straight through his chest, surely cutting open a lung. Yixing’s eyes widened once he recognized the face hidden behind of the hood.
“Y-you…” He whispered, “A traitor…?”
“I never was a traitor,” Zitao replied, the words slowly dripping off his tongue, “you simply were too careless not to look hard enough.” He watched as the last light melted away from his eyes, rolling back into his head and the rest of his body soon going limp. Zitao retracted his blade, standing up and-
A gun clicked. “Assassin,” a voice yelled, “stop where you are!”
Oh god- he knew that voice. He knew that voice well.
“Did you think you could just waltz right in? Think no one would notice?” He gulped.
Baekhyun. Why did he have to be in the room? Why? Why?

“Face me, assassin. Remove that hood. Stop cowering behind it like all of you do.” He could feel his heart clench leak from his eye. He was so close to finishing his mission here. So close, and now it was ruined. It wasn't his fault to begin with. He let himself grow close to him. Too close to the Templar. He turned, raising an arm up and pulling back his hood, and there, he could of sworn on his life that time had stopped. Baekhyun’s eyes grew bigger, his pupils widening in shock. He could see the grip on him gun loosen, as if wondering if the scene was a lie, a dream perhaps, but the gun straighten itself and fury built up on him face.
“How…?” He whispered, as if trying to contain his anger, “t-they corrupted you. They’re using you for your own good! You have to see this!” Zitao willed his gaze to drop to the ground, but he couldn't. It was as if Baekhyun had glued his only working eye open and locked it on him.
“Of all people, you should know how set I am on sides.” He sadly replied.
“This… all of this time you- you were just…”
“The spy spied on the spy,” Zitao backed up slowly, if he slipped up on something he could shoot him at any given moment.

And so he did. The pain didn't hit him fast, it took it’s time, pinching him around his left shoulder before slapping him in the face. He yelped and automatically ducked, darting from his spot in the room to the nearest window. Baekhyun’s footsteps were not far behind him, shooting angrily around him over and over again. He hit the glass with shoulder, quickly being thankful for the steel pads on them before jumping of the window and onto the roof. Jumping to the next, and the next. Baekhyun’s wild shots hit the tiling around him but didn't touch him. His voice shouted behind him, but he didn't have the heart to try and listen.
He needed to get somewhere safe.