Beginning of the End
Chapter 1
February 12, 2012 – London, England
She huddled closer to the wall in a vain attempt to escape from the howling wind. Who was she? Where did she come from? These were simple questions, ones that she probably could have answered without thinking. But now… What was wrong with her? She couldn't even answer these simple questions anymore. Not since… No, she's rather not think of that, not now. The memories were too painful. Why they were she didn't know. She closes her eyes. Maybe things will look better in the morning.
February 13, 2012 – New York, United States of America
Desmond Miles groans in annoyance as his alarm clock starts beeping its tune. He reaches over and presses the 'off' button. He lies still for a moment before looking over to the red numbers. Already 11:00. He sighs; his sleeping pattern had changed drastically over the two weeks that he started working as a bartender at a local night-club. He already hated his job, but he had to do it. Next month he would be twenty-five, and living like a bum was no-more an option. Yes, there were plenty of day-jobs available that he could have taken, but that would expose him more.
It had been nine years since he left 'the farm' as it was called. In truth it was a colony of assassins living off the radar. But to him it was a prison, and his parents were his wardens. They said it was for his own good, that it was dangerous for them to live in the outside world and that they would get harmed if they did.
"Harmed by whom?" He would ask. But he never got an answer.
Now he didn't believe them anymore. He has lived as a free man for nine years now and nothing has happened. Well, he lived as free as he could. He still had to be careful; the Assassins would still be after him. They will be afraid that he will spill their secrets.
He started going through his wardrobe; he didn't have much, but he didn't mind. Picking out a pair of blue jeans, a shirt and a while hoodie, he quickly got dressed.
Once outside the building, he quickly scans the car park and quickly finds what he's looking for; a silver and black sports motorcycle. He'd always had a love for the things, and last month decided he would get himself one. He knew he was exposing himself when he bought it, but didn't care. If he was lucky, none would notice, they would just think it was another Desmond Miles.
He quickly closes the distance between him and his 'dream machine'. Mounting it, he starts the engine, savouring the sound of it.
He puts on his helmet and revs the engine once again; a smile speeded over his lips under his helmet. This was living.
His stomach growls, reminding him of his task. He quickly leaves his car park; turning into the road he heads for the supermarket.
Once there, he quickly parks and heads inside.
Being a bachelor means he doesn't need much, just bread and a couple of eggs would do. Besides, after his expensive gift he bought himself last month he has to go a little easy.
Standing in the queue, groceries in hand, something catches his eye. He turns in the direction and spots a middle-aged man, beckoning Desmond over to him. 'Strange…' Desmond thinks as a frown forms on his forehead, but starts walking in the man's direction anyway.
Seeing Desmond approaching him, the man makes a sharp turn and walks towards a deserted isle. Desmond follows him, unaware of the danger he's in. Turning into an isle he'd seen the man turn into seconds ago, he find it deserted. He looks around nervously, but fails to se the man appear from a hiding place behind him.
The next thing Desmond knows is a strong hand clasping around his mouth and nose. He struggles, but the grip is too strong. His vision starts blurring, then the world starts spinning… and then everything goes black.
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Authors Notes: Please review guys! Reviews make me happy and all giddy so I write quickly! :D
Also, if anyone has suggestions on how I can improve my writing please tell. I'm always open to suggestions. And I know my grammer isn't the best, I'm still working on it. XD
