I know this is rather short, but it's just something that's been floating around in my mind ever since I finished Brotherhood, and I just HAD to get it written down.
Slight warning for all readers of this: it contains spoilers for the end of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. If you haven't completed the game and don't want to know the ending, DON'T READ THIS. Don't say I didn't warn you.
This short drabble, as you've probably already guessed, has also been heavily influenced by All American Rejects' song, It Ends Tonight.
The walls start breathing, my mind's unweaving, maybe it's best you leave me alone. A weight is lifted, on this evening, I give the final blow...
His eyelids fluttered open, slowly, and in an instant he wished they hadn't. He couldn't see a thing. There were people in front of him, strange people he didn't recognise. His vision was blurry, and it was painful to try to make out who they were. They grabbed hold of both his arms recklessly, and the slightest touch seemed to burn him. He tried to pull away, but he couldn't move. He tried to scream, but no sound was coming from his mouth. Why wouldn't they let go? Part of him didn't care. He was too weak to fight now. Too much fighting... too much blood on my hands...
And then he remembered.
Her soft, blonde hair, her perfect pale skin, her piercing blue eyes and her warm, genuine smile.
It was gone, all gone. She was gone.
His anger began to overtake his grief, and he tried to gather up all his strength. He wanted to pull away from these people, run to her, and make sure she's safe. They'd fought together for so long, and the idea of continuing the journey without her just seemed... wrong.
He shut his eyes again, only for a million pictures to fly through his mind. He saw Altair, leaping on Al Mualim, piercing him angrily with his blade, standing over him with no emotion, no remorse. He saw Ezio, pushing through the crowds at Palazzo Della Signoria, screaming out in anguish as he watched his father and brothers fall to their death. He silently cursed his ancestors. They had unknowingly ripped him from his comfortable, solitary life, and dragged him into a world he never could have imagined. He had never wanted to be an Assassin. Yet he had been forced to follow in their footsteps, and now he had lost the only thing – the only person – he ever felt he had loved, or could ever love.
He was losing more strength, and it became a battle for him to even stay conscious. The anger that soared through him was involuntarily disappearing, and now he was slipping...
"He's going into shock!"
"Put him back in the Animus!"
"No... that's what caused this!"
He felt his entire body beginning to tremble, and with one last glimpse of her beautiful face in his mind, he let himself succumb to the darkness washing over him.