Fanon:Bridgeport Assassins

Prologue
It was a calm evening. Crickets could be heard, and the moon shone partially though the thick clouds overhead. The sounds of cars could be heard in the city across the river. This is Bridgeport. Across the bridge, on the shore of the river, there was a small wood cabin. Inside lived a family. Robert Vice, Carol Vice, and their young daughter, Christine Vice.

Robert had just gotten home from work. He placed his brief case by the door and walked into the back room. He walked past Carol, who was sitting on the couch watching television. She rose to greet him, carrying a sleeping Christine in her arms. Robert sat on the coffee table and began to put on a pair of leather boots. He then proceeded to grab a few knives and a hidden blade. Carol looked at him with worry on her face.


 * Carol- "Robert, where are you going this late?"


 * Robert- "I've got business to attend to dear."


 * Carol- "But you just got home."


 * Robert- "I know. I wont be long. It's just one target this time."


 * Carol- "Be careful. I worry about you when you're out there."


 * Robert- "I will."

He kisses her, then kisses Christine on the forehead. He then walks out the door.

An hour later, Robert arrives at a large house. It looks very expensive. He uses the darkness of the night and the hedges to cover his approach. As he nears the front door, he notices that there are guards stationed. He looks around and notices a way up to the second floor, an open window

Robert stays behind the hedges and climbs the wall, entering the window. Once inside, he continues down a few hallways until he reaches his target's room. His target is Paul Gomez, a corrupt politician who plans to cast out foreign Sims. Paul turns to see Robert standing in his doorway.


 * Paul- "What the!? Who are you!?"


 * Robert- "You don't need to know. I'm here to end your life Gomez."


 * Paul- "What? Ugh! They warned me of this. They warned me you'd come for me!"


 * Robert- "Whoever warned you was right. You should have paid heed to their words."


 * Paul- "I have security stationed all around this place!"


 * Robert- "You left the window open. Not a wise move."

Paul backs up to the wall, attempting to find an escape route. Robert walks into the room, hidden blades drawn. Paul grabs a knife from his bookcase and begins to stab at him. Robert easily dodges the first jab and disarms Paul by stabbing him in the forearm. Paul drops the knife, holding his bleeding forearm. Robert gets closer and fatally stabs Paul with his other hidden blade. Paul drops to the floor dead. Robert leaves the room and exits the through the window from which he entered.

Robert returns home a few minutes later. He takes off his gear and eats a quick meal. Carol was asleep, Christine was sleeping soundly in her crib. He too goes to sleep.

First Day of School
Years pass since that night. Christine, now 10 years old, is attending elementary school. It is her first day. She sits alone on the bus, not familiar with the other kids just yet. She arrives at school shortly after and heads for her classroom. As she enters, the kids in the class give her a weird stare. Some chuckle, others look confused. She sits down in the middle row of desks. Around her are an even number of boys and girls, still giving her a weird look.


 * Boy- "Hey what's wrong with your ears? Are you an elf or something?


 * Girl- [giggles] "And what's up with your eyes? That color is terrible!"

The kids around her laugh hysterically. Christine then covers her ears and closes her eyes, trying to avoid any more insults. Despite her efforts, the kids continue to call her names. The kids chanted "Elf Girl" over and over. Christine had never been insulted by her appearance. She did in fact have Pointed ears and red irises. It was a mutation that runs in her family on her father's side. The teacher walked in, and the kids suddenly got quiet. Christine got slightly more comfortable, but she still was hurt by their insults.

At lunch, she sat alone. The kids across the lunchroom were still making remarks. Other kids started not to care and felt bad for her.

Christine walked home. It took her about an hour, but it was worth it to avoid any more insults. She walked inside, dragging her book bag with a sad expression on her face. He father was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He looked at her briefly and then back to the newspaper.


 * Robert- "How was your first day?"


 * Christine- "Awful. My classmates made fun of my eyes. And my ears."


 * Robert- "And you didn't say anything to the teacher?"


 * Christine- "No... I thought they'd hate me if I told on them."


 * Robert- "Don't be ridiculous. Even if they did, that's not your problem."


 * Christine- "Were you made fun of when you went to school?"


 * Robert- "Only for a short while. But I made sure they knew that I wasn't the one to be pushed around!"


 * Christine- "You beat them up?"


 * Robert- "I sure did. But I don't want you picking fights."


 * Christine- "You don't want me getting hurt?"


 * Robert- "No. I Don't want you hurting them!"


 * Christine- [laughs] "What are you talking about? I'm not a fighter!"


 * Robert- "You're a Vice, Christine. This mutation of ours gives us great vision, hearing, stamina, and strength. Even if you don't know how to fight, you're still stronger than the average Sim"


 * Christine- "Oh... I get it."


 * Robert- "Now start your homework. You may have to make yourself dinner tonight. I'm not sure what time your mother's shift ends tonight and I have to work late."


 * Christine- "Aww...again? We hardly get to eat as a family!"

Robert stands and puts on his suit jacket. He grabs his brief case and heads to the door.


 * Robert- "Sorry Sweetie... maybe next time."

He leaves the house. Christine sits alone once more. She pulls her homework out of her bag and starts. It takes her 30 minutes to complete. By that time, it was already dark outside. She makes herself some soup and goes to bed. She hated being alone.

Christine hardly really had a relationship with her parents, only seeing them briefly during the weekdays. Her mother was always tired from her work as a surgeon and slept most of the day. Robert usually left for work early in the morning and would come home late when Christine was asleep. Sometimes he would even go out after work to do some type of job that involved "targets". This is as much as She knew about her parents. On weekends, they were home sometimes. Since her mother had a hectic schedule, she often had to leave randomly for emergencies at the hospital.

Teenage Years
Christine still had a hard time fitting in. Her parent's schedule was still the same. She wasn't made fun of as much as she was when she was a child. Many kids ad matured since then. Some even became her friends. Christine joined the track team and many other sports teams. She was far better than the other kids thanks to her mutation and became the captain of each team.

This gained the respect of many other teens at her school and even those she competed against at competitions.

Christine still wondered what her father did after work. One night she stayed up to see.

Robert walked in, still wearing his assassin robes. His knives were still dripping blood and there was mud on his boots. He walked into the back room. Christine walked in behind him, catching him by surprise.


 * Robert- "Christine! What are you doing up?"


 * Christine- "Is that...blood?"


 * Robert- "Don't worry about it. Get some rest."


 * Christine- "I want to know what you've been doing all these years dad!"


 * Robert- "You're not old enough to know just yet."


 * Christine- "Does mom know about what you do?"


 * Robert- "She does. But we both agreed to keep this a secret from you. At least until you were old enough to know."


 * Christine- "Did...did you kill someone?"


 * Robert- "I said don't worry about it Christine. Now go to bed."

Christine frowns and goes to bed. Robert sits in the back room for a minute and sighs.

The years of cooking for herself made Christine an excellent cook. She even dreams of becoming a five star chef now. One night after track practice, Christine returned home to find that her parents were both home. Dinner was already on the table, which was unusual. She walked closer to the table and sat down.


 * Christine- "What's this?"


 * Carol- "Dinner. I had some free time...so I cooked for us."


 * Christine- "I must be dreaming."


 * Robert- "No, you're well awake. I thought It'd be nice to eat dinner as a family for a change."

Christine smiled as Carol gave her a plate. For once, Christine got to eat dinner with her family. Her birthday is coming up soon. Her 18th birthday to be exact. In the Vice family, that is when your life changes forever.

The Bridgeport Assassin Order
It was a sunday morning, Christine's 18th birthday. A few friends came over to celebrate with her. It was a small party, but it was enough to make a person happy about becoming older. The party lasted for about two hours. By the time it was over, it was night. Walter and Christine sat on the couch. It was time she knew about the Vice family's true line of work.


 * Robert- "I think it's time for you to know."


 * Christine- "About what?"


 * Robert- "About what our family really does. Why we have this...mutation."


 * Christine- "I'm listening..."


 * Robert- "A long time ago, some scientists were doing work...work that involved genetically enhancing Simkind. This was thought to be an impossible task. But they didn't give up. The ones who were persistent... they experimented on Sims with already good genes. One of those Sims was Jerrod Vice, my grandfather. This experiment caused many Sims to die, but for some reason, Jarrod survived."


 * Christine- "That's where these traits came from? Some experiment?"


 * Robert- "Yes. Exactly. Since Jarrod was the only one who survived, scientists were trying to get their hands on him. They wanted to know why he didn't die. For protection, Jarrod ended up running into the Bridgeport Assassin Order."


 * Christine- "Assassin Order? I learned in school that it was disbanded centuries ago."


 * Robert- "That's what we need the public to think. The Assassins protected Jarrod from the scientists by killing them. One, by one. To show his gratitude, Jarrod joined the order. Ever since then, the Vice family has been an Assassin family. My dad was an Assassin, I am an Assassin."


 * Christine- "So I was right then...you do kill people.."


 * Robert- "Only those with bad intent and are corrupt. No innocent people. At least that's how I work."


 * Christine- "So why wait to tell me now?"


 * Robert- "It's your 18th birthday. It's family tradition for one to join the order at 18."


 * Christine- "I don't know...I mean I don't want to kill anyone."


 * Robert- "Christine, our family owes our lives to this order. It would be right to join."


 * Christine- "But I don't want to be an assassin. I want to be a cook."


 * Robert- "How could being a cook be more important than protecting the innocent?"


 * Christine- "It's my dream! And every Sim has the right to fulfill their lifetime wishes!"


 * Robert- "

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