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The Camel pulled on through the desert at a lurching pace. Connor didn't know how long they had been there; he had stopped counting the days. At the front of the camel, Altair scanned the horizon, alert despite the heat.

"Hey, how much longer do we have to go?" Ezio whined from the top of the camel's hump, fanning himself with a handkerchief.

"The more you ask, the longer the trip gets, brother." Altair hissed.

"Let's play another game" Connor interjected from the rump of the camel, hoping to diffuse another week long spat.

"Oh pray not another round of I Spy. All we've got is sand and sweaty men. It's depressing." Ezio whined.

"What do you propose we play, then?" Altair sighed, turning around.

"Twenty questions?" Connor's timid voice was barely heard.

"Alright." Ezio hissed, staring Altair down. "Here's your first hint. It's a virgin."

"Mary?" Connor asked.

"Not quite little brother. It's male." Ezio crossed his arms.

"Is it a eunuch?"

"No, because there's still hope for him. At this very moment he is crossing a desert, guided by that hope." Ezio smirked. Altair reddened and he ground his teeth.

"Heh, maybe we'll run into him!" Connor mused, looking up at the clouds.

"That is not the only purpose for this journey. In fact, I could care less. What I am concerned with is the large collection of Templars that is neatly gathered in Venice." Altair drew himself up before continuing on "Unlike some people, the beast with two backs is not the only thing that occupies my mind!"

"At least I have the courage to confess. Pansy." Ezio muttered.

"Excuse me brother? Do you want me to turn this camel around?" Altair's tone was soft, but as strong as steel.

And with that, no one said a word until they reached Turkey.

Desmond jumped out of the animus at about twenty miles per hour.

"The hell?" his communication device fizzled and fell to the ground. There had been a rare break in his life as an assassin, so he and Shawn had decided to explore and old Abstergo warehouse. In it, he had found an old animus. Being a curious man, he hopped in.

He regretted it now. He cast a sideways glance at the broken Bluetooth device on the ground. There was only one thing to do: Leave.

So, he set about doing just that. He walked up to the large garage door he had come in through, only to find that the buttons no longer worked. He tried the heavy metal doors at all four corners of the warehouse, but they were all locked. There was an upper story leading to some windows, but the stairs were demolished. In fact, the whole area was in shambles. It looked like a bomb had gone off. The animus, however, remained untouched. It sat there in pristine condition, inviting him to come back.

Desmond had to suppress the shivers that ran down his spine. But quickly his mind turned from the physical animus to what it had shown him.

What did I see? He thought. He was in a desert, there had been some bickering between three of his ancestors, but something was troubling him - besides how that was even possible. He hadn't been in control of anyone. He was merely a witness. He pinched his furrowed brow in thought.

All of a sudden - as though controlled by someone else, he felt that he should look up or he would miss something important. He looked up, and in the animus he saw a girl.

She was pale, and her hair spilled out of the animus. She wore a silver jump suit, with tubes coming out of her, keeping her alive. There were also other machines hooked up to her, showing the activity of her brain. Ghostly men in lab coats paced around, and Desmond winced as one walked right through him.

As he approached the scene, she seemed to see him somehow.

Help me.

"I don't understand…" Desmond took a few more cautious steps towards the girl, but in an instant she looked away.

Someone.

Anyone.

It's killing me.

It's killing me. The words echoed in Desmond's head until they rung painfully in his ears and he was forced into a kneeling position.

Then it stopped, and the scene was gone.

Desmond stood and looked down at the animus. His Bluetooth crackled to life.

"Desmond! Desmond are you there!?"

Desmond picked it up. "I'm fine." He said, swallowing.

"What happened? You blacked out on the radar for five minutes!"

Desmond explained in a shaking voice what had happened.

"Oh my. Well, some of the first animus experiments were lethal – the bleed between the test subject's memory and the animus were such that the person would actually manifest into the machine." Shawn cleared his voice. "You're not thinking of going in again are you?"

"She needed help." Desmond crossed his arms.

"Yes, past tense. Needed help. Oh Desmond what are you-? Oh no. Stop. I forbid you to sit in the chair. Desmond!"

It was too late.

Notes

Hello! I'm new to this site. I'm having a bit of trouble with indenting, so if anyone knows about that please tell me. Also of course any constructive criticism would be welcome, as I am studying creative writing in collage.

Thanks, and I hope you enjoy CreedScramble.