An Assassin Creed Fanfiction.
Date written on: 7th of Feb, 2014
Rated, T

Based at the very end of Assassin's Creed 3.

Author: MariaG.

Hope found in a hopeless place.
Two-Shot.

"Hope is the only thing that human's will still believe in when the world seems to have ended".

- Unknown.

"I hate you all." Desmond told them simply.

Altair showed no emotion to this, Ezio just glared at him and Conner just looked at Desmond with nothing but a blank stare.

"Why?" Ezio finally asked. "Have your reasons before hand, don't just sit there feeling sorry for yourself". Desmond finally looked up at the three older men, his body seemed pained but like Altair his eyes showed nothing.

He didn't stand up, almost due to the fact he didn't have the energy anymore. His ancestors seemed to know this already and had simply accepted it. Well Desmond assumed they had, because they said no words about him having to stand up to give "his reasons" to them.

Like they even deserved reasons. Desmond thought not, but thought it would be best; it would stop Ezio going on about it at least.

Desmond was praying it would, he didn't have the strength to be dealing him or anyone else for that matter. He was just fed up of having to explain his reasons to everyone.

Desmond just didn't have it in him anymore and it was starting to show... quite badly. Not that any of them had noticed. Only he could see he was acting more like Altair than he was himself. For now he just shrugged it off, I mean he was his ancestor.

"Why? You of all people are asking me why?!" Desmond finally snapped after what seemed like hours of silence. "You should know why, after all you put me through! You know what, I don't need to give you my reasons, I am my own person and I don't need to tell you or anyone else how I feel, so back off!" Desmond had nothing left in him, so he had no choice but to stop there. He didn't even looked to see Ezio's reaction. Desmond just looked straight back down at the stone cold floor.

He just hoped they would leave him alone now. But he knew, knowing his luck, they wouldn't.

But this time, he thought wrong, because surprising to them all, Altair got involved, what he said was simple but effective.

"Both of you leave, I will to talk to him alone." I was an order not a choice. So, Conner walked off somewhere straight away while Ezio looked like he wanted to protest; but he knew Altair well enough to know that wasn't a good idea and eventually stormed of in a huff.

Quite awhile pasted before Altair walked over to Desmond. He just sat down next to him and didn't say a word to him for awhile. He knew he could get anything out of the younger boy but he had learned from both Malik and Maria, that there were times to force and times for just thinking.

Altair just let Desmond think for so time before he would say anything.

But to Desmond, it was all a waste of time, he had tired and tired, but it was hopeless, he was at the point of thinking that his own life, even after death, was just hopeless...

A/N: This is my first story on here, so please be gentle on me. Okay, well, there are two chapters to this small story and chapter two will either be up tomorrow or Sunday at some point. Okay, well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter:') the second one will be longer thought, (about 1200 words). Well please R&R? I would love some...

Thank you. :')

MariaG.