Chapter 1:
"Desmond! Desmond!" Rebecca screamed as his hidden blade stopped just right before entering Lucy's midsection.
He had regained control just before it had been done, just before he had killed her. The two stayed there, eyes locked. Lucy's face was stuck in shock, her ice-blue eyes wide with fear. Desmond still stayed there, frozen, his body rigid and set. The voices in his head, his loss of control, everything was flying at him faster than the speed of light. He had come back to understanding just in time to stop himself from killing her. It was as if time had stopped when he grabbed the peice of Eden. He still stayed there frozen in time, the both of them just locked, their faces mere inches apart, and his blade peircing here leather jacket.
It was then that time began to move forward again, Lucy looked down, for what felt like an eternity as she analyzed what Desmond was about to do, and then here neck slowly craned here head back up to meet his gaze. She exhaled. Her blonde hair blowing slightly in the drafty temple, the light blue light illuminating her sharp jaw, her high yet not extremely prominent cheekbones, and her glacier coloured irises.
"Desmond...", she breathed out again, "put the blade away". He saw the strain in her neck as she said these words, as if he had stabbed her and she was physically pained to be saying these. Her vascular neck swallowed a lump in her throat as she went to speak again.
"Desmond, please..." she said. Her voice was so soft and angelic, its purity echoed throughout the temple.
In Desmond's mind, his thoughts were racing. That voice, told him. It had told him that he was going to get betrayed. It had guided him to her. It had guided him to take her life. Lucy's life. She was the traitor, the turncoat, the betrayer. he didn't know what to do. He had stopped himself from continuing the work of divinity it felt. For what? He had the ability here to take the life of a Templar, or whatever she was, and he was hesitating. He knew why, he just did not want to admit it. He had feelings for her. He had feelings for the traitor, the turncoat, the betrayer. His personal feelings had stopped him from killing her.
"Right, well, um.." Shaun stammered. It was a rarity to even hear the Englishman become speechless but the scene before him was so confusing.
"I'm.. Sorry..." Desmond said softly. He retracted the blade slowly, but his gaze was fixed on Lucy's. His brown eyes stayed locked on her's.
The entire Assassin Cell stood there, the silence stretching between all of them.
"The voices they... they" Desmond began sputtering as he continued to stare into Lucy. Her expression had become slighty relaxed with him retracting the blade from her, they still stayed there though, their faces still close together.
Desmond finally broke the eye contact and looked down at the Apple. It's pulsating glow warming his hand. The numbess he felt from the power of the ancient artifact, there was a certain buzzing continuing to vibrate his brain. It was as if looking back at the Apple was causing him to lose his being again. He was so scared, what if he lost control again and killed her? That was all his brain was screaming as he tried to resist. His vision began to blurr, and he began to feel weightless. His vision failed, and he was taken by a warmth blackness that felt like sleep. His legs gave out from under him and he fell onto the cold damp temple floor, the Apple rolling out of his hand, releasing him from it's grip.