(Little Note I don't own Assassins creed or any characters of the franchise
Also this is my first fan fiction so any helpful feedback would be nice)
Howling At The Moon
"Uggh my head. It bloody kills, help me!"
"Calm down, now let's recap, do you know what year it is?".
"Ummm ... 2011... maybe I think".
"Very good, now can you tell me my name?".
"Vidic, your name is Warren Vidic"
"Excellent progress my boy now what's your name?"
"uhhhhh..."
"Come on don't be shy".
"Alexandero Wolfegang"
"No, your name is Adam Vidic, my grandson! Now go and try to shake the Animus off and we will get back to work tomorrow".
"...ok".
"Your mother would be proud of you Adam!"
It was on that note that the ageing Templar scientist left his grandson to his therapy sessions with doctor Ratchel.I knew that my grandfather couldn't care less about our well being. He was searching for something in our memories!
I have to stop referring to myself as "we", it's unhealthy. The Prowlers dead. He has been dead for centuries, yet I think like him, I act like him and I feel what he feels. We are the same.
During therapy (Ratchel can't help me, I don't know why she bothers), I reflect upon my experiences with the Animus. At the age of 14 I've already experienced murder ,agony ,revenge ,redemption... love, and 20 years of training to kill one man, Ezio Audiotore.
I sat on my bed in the Abstergo facility and looked up at the moon. It seems more beautiful the more I synch with my great, great, great however many times grandfather, Il Lupo the Prowler.