Hi guys. So this is my second fiction and keep in mind that there's no Beta for this.. So tell me if you see any errors in there or something.
Hope you enjoy this because it took me a week to write this one chapter. And I hope this time I could finish this story without getting distracted. You know, short attention span and all...
So get on with the reading..
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassins Creed. Sadly. But I do own the Idea of this story! At least there's something..
An Assassin.
That's what he is.
He was born into the Brotherhood.
Many had thought that he would follow his father's footsteps and dedicate his life into being one of the best assassins there is. Just like his parents. His dad was the Mentor of the U.S. Assassins and his mother was one of the best in her generation. So everyone's expectations were high. Especially his father's.
He was never a normal kid.
By the age Desmond could climb a tree or run without stumbling, they began his training. Which was pretty early.
He grew up surrounded by adults. People five times his age teaching him which part of the body are the most vulnerable and where to strike a killing blow.
"The neck. It's the most vulnerable part of the body and that's where you will drive your blade for the kill." One of the Assassins would say.
"When in the field, don't let them touch your neck, always be on guard, protect it or risk getting a fatal injury. Or worse. Death" His teachers said.
They always reminded him that there were only three types of people in the world.
"The Enemy. The Innocent. And Us." The Assassin would say as he looked down at Desmond with a serious gaze.
"But who is the enemy?" A very young Desmond would ask.
The Assassin's face darkened, "Templars." His voice was just a whisper but the contempt in it was not missed by young Desmond. The Assassin shook his head and his face returned to it's calm mask, "But that's another lesson you'll be learning in history when the Mentor sees that you are ready. For now let's practice on your knife throwing."
He had a knack for learning things fast. Absorbing everything they taught him like fish to water, so naturally that only drove them to push him harder. He was a prodigy that came once in a hundred years, he was a great weapon for the Brotherhood and so they didn't let the opportunity pass. Most kids his age would have cried or whined for being overworked. But not Desmond. He loved learning how to fight, loved the thrill that it gave. He loved the adrenalin that came with it.
But things changed when Desmond grew older and he learned more about the different sides.
Templars were the enemies as they seek to control the world and have humanity under their control. By what means? Something called the Apple of Eden.
And fighting against them were the Assassins, a group dedicated to safe guarding humanity's free will. The protectors in the shadows, so to speak.
Innocents were the civilians that had noting to do with the other two sides. Not even aware of their existence. They are the ones that needed to be protected.
That was what they kept repeating to him, reminding him everyday. He was an Assassin. The Templars were his enemies. And his purpose was to work in the dark to serve the light. Meaning, be a shadow, another face in the crowd, be anonymous.
It was getting annoying. It's not like he was going to disappear or forget, he had good memory.
That was his thoughts when he was younger.
But Desmond got tired.
Tired of being forced to be a part of the war between Assassins and Templars.
Tired of not having a purpose in his life other than serving the Order.
Tired of being treated as nothing but a tool.
By the age of sixteen he ran away from the farm, the base of the assassins. Using the skills he learned from his training, he escaped and evaded every team that was sent to retrieve him.
He jumped from city to city, never staying in one place for too long and occasionally fighting the Assassins that were sent to get him back. This went on for nine years until he stopped in New York and worked as a bartender at a bar named "Bad Weather", his shift was from eight pm to two am. The pay wasn't bad. Enough to get him an apartment and supply his needs, which was not many so he had a bit more to save.
He was contented with his life as a normal citizen..
..But sadly everything has its end. And his was getting kidnapped by the Templars or better known these days as Abstergo Industry.
Forced into a machine called the 'Animus' to relive his ancestors memories. The Templars wanted something that only his ancestors know where, and they needed him to find it for them. The Ancestor he was forced to relive was a Master Assassin named Altair Ibn-La'Ahad. And through the Animus he not only lived the life of Altair but also learn his ways and found out what the Templars wanted; the Apple of Eden. An ancient treasure that was created by the 'Ones that came before'. Most of its power still remain a mystery, but what they do know is that it could be used to control people into mindless slaves.
After long sessions in the Animus Desmond started to notice subtle changes in himself. Not noticeable enough to anyone else besides himself. But it was still unsettling. Like how he walked as if he was accommodating a weight of a sword by his hip, or flicking his left wrist as if he had a hidden blade there, and there was this one time when he woke up one morning he was expecting to see the walls of the Assassin's Bureau in Acre but was surprised to be greeted with the sight of metal walls of his cell in Abstergo.
But He didn't think much of it. He'd seen some pretty weird things from his time getting kidnapped.
Then after a month with Abstergo he finally got rescued by the Assassins, not that he was expecting there would be someone to rescue him. There he met Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings, both were Assassins but not the fighting type, they were more tech and books, Rebecca was a technician while Shaun was a historian. With Lucy, the four of them escaped to one of the safe houses that the Assassins own.
That's where they are right now.
"Everything alright?" Asked Desmond.
"Better than alright, you're making amazing progress." Lucy said as she stood in front of Desmond.
Without turning around from the computer Shaun said, "Amazing's quite a strong word." He was at his own corner of the room seemingly ignoring everything around him.
"Then why are we stopping?" Desmond asked.
Its only been a day since his escape from Abstergo and currently he was sitting on the Animus 2.0, Rebecca's baby. He just returned from reliving a memory of Ezio Auditore, another one of his ancestors.
"Prolong exposure to the animus can have.. uh" Rebecca trailed of as she looked for the right word. ".. side effects."
"Heh, awesome." Came Desmond's sarcastic reply.
"It's nothing to worry about." Lucy reassured. "You haven't shown any of the symptoms."
"Symptoms? What symptoms?"
"Degradation of cognition, temporal hallucinations, multiple awareness issues, overlapping realities, you know." Rebecca explained.
"So, what you're saying is.." Desmond trailed of trying to make sense of it all.
"What we're saying, Desmond, is if you're not careful, you may not need the Animus to visit with your ancestors. Which wouldn't be a bad thing assuming you could control it. Up until now, though, no one has." Shaun said as he walked up to Desmond and put a hand on his shoulder but dropped it after a few seconds.
After that, Lucy asked Desmond to try out his new skills that he gained from the memory earlier to activate the defense system around the warehouse they were in. It turns out he's progressing faster than expected and mastered most of Ezio's skills that he'd relived in the animus.
A week passed since the escape before something catches the Assassins' attention.
"Well this is rather odd" Shaun announced from where he was looking at his computer.
The others turned to look at him, curious at what he found. Lucy sat in front of her own computer, while Rebecca was crouched behind her baby fixing it, and Desmond was on his bed and was resting from another animus session.
"What did you find?"
"It seems the Templars are pulling back most of their men in the search for us, or more specifically, Desmond." The Assassin on the bed rolled his eyes at that. Shaun was just jealous because Desmond had all the attention, not that Desmond wanted it in the first place. "and their patrolling patterns changed. I say this is a shock since they were getting close to our position."
"Well isn't that a good news?" Rebecca said
"It is. But also suspicious." Shaun replied.
"What could they be planning, that's the big question here."
Lucy looked lost in thought as the others discussed and made theories on the new development.
She was brought out of her thoughts by someone shaking her. "Hey Lucy you there? Snap out of it." Rebecca's face came into focus and she had her hands on both of Lucy's shoulders shaking her with every word.
"What?" She said once Rebecca released her.
"We've been trying to get your attention for the past 10 minutes now. What could you have possibly been thinking too deeply of?" Rebecca asked.
Lucy shook her head, "Oh it's nothing. So what did you say?"
Rebecca stared at her for a second but shook her head and decided to drop the subject. "Well me and Shaun found something." She gestured to the historian who was at his usual place in front of his computer, typing.
"What did you find?"
"Well, me and Becca managed to tiptoe our way into Abstergo's files and found a rather interesting news." He said as he swiveled his chair to face the two.
"What is it?" Lucy asked.
"It seems that the Templars found a Piece of Eden-" Shaun was cut off by Lucy.
"Is it an apple?"
He shook his head, "No. The file that we found was named 'Project Hourglass'. The file didn't contain much and everything else seems to be hush-hush."
"Project Hourglass?" Lucy said in wonder.
"Yeah. The POE that they found was literally an hourglass. Very old just like the rest of its kind. Nobody has any recorded data on it so we don't know anything about it." Rebecca said.
"But from the looks of it the Templars do." The Historian added. "We just can't access the information that we need. And forcing our way in would alert them of our snooping. And of course that would lead them to tracing the source and eventually finding out where we are." He said the last part with his usual sarcastic tone.
Desmond, who remained silent up to this point, finally spoke up.
"So is there a way to get those without them knowing?" The Assassin asked.
"Well Desmond, unless you're up for a suicide mission then no, there's none." Shaun's snarky reply.
Desmond just raised an eyebrow.
"What Shaun means to say is that there's no way to get those data without risking getting caught by the Templars." Rebecca explained as the Brit seemed annoyed about not knowing things.
"Tell me." Desmond's tone was serious.
The others looked at each other, unsure if they should tell him or not.
Finally, the technician answered. "Well a trip to Abstergo is needed and getting the information directly from their computer. An in-and-out kind of thing."
The Assassin was silent for a few minutes, deep in thought, then he got up from the bed and abruptly said, "I'll do it."
And Chapter one is finished. I would like thank everyone who took the time to read this... Took me a week to finish this chapter because I have a very short attention span. Seriously, I can't finish a story because I get distracted by other fics. Tell me if there are errors that I missed because this story has no Beta. A Beta-less story.
But I'd like to know what you people think of my story. Please leave a review and tell me if you like it or something. This is just my second time writing a story so I hope I get motivated by your comments so I could keep writing and maybe finish this story.
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