CHARACTER(S): Desmond Miles, mentions of others
CHAPTER FOCUS: Desmond
DISCLAIMER: Assassin's Creed and characters belong to Ubisoft. Proverbs belong to whoever made them in the long past.
The deserter is the brother of the murderer.
The weight is crushing him (gasping for breath, can't breath, can't fucking breath). Pressing him down until bones creak (or did they already break?) and cold fingers curl around his vital organs (freezing, frostbite on his insides that chill everything) and squeeze until they seem fit to pop (swelling and red like twisted looking overripe fruits). Pressure; it's all around him. Desmond hates it. He hates being the one who has to delve into his DNA and the memories of his ancestors in order to save the unknowing world from mind controlling freaks. Find the Pieces, searching for the codex pages, running from guards and killing in a body that isn't his own. Blood, blood and blood like never before. Red is the color he sees when he closes his eyes and it scares the fuck out of him. God how he hates it.
Thoughts of betrayal grow more and more each session, festering as the Bleeding Effect makes him see (guards running through walls and villagers walking idly down the hall) and hear things that aren't there (the tinkle of broken pottery, the cries of those dying on his blades). There were times when they are stealthily moving to a different safe house (Templar finding them again, how, how, how?) when he thought of fleeing (runrunrunrun just fucking run!), secreting himself away. Away where neither Templar nor Assassin could find him (peace, peace and safety at last).
If there was one thing he seemed to have inherited from Altair and Ezio besides the fate to get scared across the lips, it was the idiocy and bullheadedness to ignore the smart voice screaming in his skull - telling him to get the fuck out while he had the chance, get out before the Templar's slit his throat as he sat in the Animus looking for clues to stop them. There's no way to run from this despite how much he wants to (save yourself you stupid bastard!). No matter how much he hates it he can't bring himself to leave, to leave them behind. Lucy and Rebecca and Shaun (not that the jerk wad would ever admit it) are counting on him to turn the tides, to revive the Creed and pull the dwindling Assassins from hiding to stand up and fight once more.
Deserting would be just as bad as being a traitor (tell the enemy our secrets for false promises of glory) because him leaving would only make way for the murderers. And everyone knows a deserter is just as bad as the murderer because the deserter is the one who steps aside, clears the obstacle of their being from the path, allows the murderer to bath in the blood of his brothers. Desmond will not shame his ancestors battle. He will not run. Murderer, traitor, deserter. Different names for the same filth that his forefathers killed. The blood will not be tainted by him and he will fight (blue screen, running, jumping, leap of faith) until those bastard Templar are gone.
Review please. Constructive critism is very welcomed since I barely write fics. Would love dearly to improve my writing. Thanks for reading~
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