Alright you guys! This is the first chapter to my Desmond Miles story. My best friend gave me the idea for this story when she was telling me that the bartender at the hotel was staying at looked like Desmond! Enjoyyy! Rate, review! :D
The click-clacking sound of heels echoed through the white, desolate hallways of the infamous Abstergo Industries, a supposed pharmaceutical company. A woman, barely ripe at the young age of twenty-two years, walked with a purpose towards the office of head director of Research, Warren Vidic. Her small hand pounded patiently on the large brown door and a clear but loud 'come in' was heard from the other side. The door creepily creaked open as she cautiously stepped into the large overly bland room. Bland was merely one adjective she could use to compare the color contrast of Abstergo. They seemed to really love the color white for it was at every corner she turned in the facility.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Vidic?" she pondered aloud, stepping even further into the white room.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Al-Hakim. Please, have a seat. There are some important matters I wish to discuss with you." He was fiercely pounding on the keys to his keyboard, staring blankly at his large computer screen. He was so concentrated with what was on the screen in front of him that he barely even noticed the woman in the room with him. There was a pregnant silence as she uncomfortably shifted positions on his rough leather chair. Another couple of minutes of silence ensued and she slowly began to lose her remaining patience for the man.
"Mr. Vidic, if you're just…" She couldn't even continue her sentence because he decided now was the best time to focus on the task at hand.
"Please, Monica. I've told you time and time again to call me Warren. You've earned that right." He smiled cynically and turned his full attention towards her, clearing his throat. "Now, I assume that Ms. Stillman has given you brief details about our next step in our Project?" He raised his brow and patiently waited for her to give an answer, though in reality, she did not wish to give him one at all. She knew every singe action Abstergo took. How could she not? She was Vidic's right hand woman. But she did not approve of the horrible things they did. She knew all too well about the Animus Project and she knew all too well about Subject 16. It had only been two weeks since his death but it seemed that every one around her had completely forgotten that he had existed. He had caught the bleeding effect and he was a walking time bomb.
She had grown close to Clay while he was being researched on and it had deeply wounded her when she had witnessed what Abstergo had turned him into.
"You mean, Desmond Miles?" she wondered, smoothing out her white lab coat. Again with the white.
"Yes. I need you to do a little more research on him, if you can. He's quite the valuable piece to this project. More so than that other blonde-haired psycho." Just hearing him talk so lowly about Clay made her blood boil with vengeance and fury. She narrowed her green eyes, abruptly standing from her chair to defend clay to the best of her ability.
"He would not have been the way he was if you would not have used him as a guinea pig." Monica blew out a frustrated puff of air through her nostrils before continuing on her rant. "I even warned you that keeping him in the Animus too long would render him useless. But of course, you did not heed my warning." Her ears filled with the anger-inducing noise of Vidic's chuckling.
"Of course you did, my dear. But I wanted that man useless. I wanted him dead. He was no longer important to the plan." She did a 180 and glided over to the door, radiating with uncontrollable anger. As she was about to exit his office, she heard him speak once more. "Don't forget to do your research. And let us hope when Mr. Miles shows up to our facility that you won't get too attached for he won't be living very long." With that said, she slammed the door causing the doorframe to shake.
'As if I'll ever let you do that. I will get to him before you can.' She thought, slowly sauntering down the hall to her own office.