Unbelievable

by REgamefan

Desmond didn't ask for this... come to think of it the only thing Desmond asked was "What was going on?" But he never got the answer... Desmond was forced into the Animus without being told what was going on and found himself in the body of his ancestor, Altair. Too bad Desmond didn't know that. The only thing he knew was that he had to escape Altair's body.

1. Chapter 1 : Before you know it

After a long tiresome night Desmond Miles found himself walking home. He didn't know why but he kept glancing over his shoulder.

You're going insane Miles..

He looked once more and saw a black van. The van had dark windows and a red cross on the side door.

What the...?

Ignoring the slowly creeping van behind him, he tried to speak logic to himself.

It's probably someone who lives around these streets...yeah... that's it... I mean... i'm just a bartender.. nothing special... they couldn't be following me... Could they...?

Before he knew it his feet picked up to a fast jog, unsure why he was feeling so scared of people... he dealt with them all the time.. and no one could be worse than a drunk Alex Mercer. The cars engine began to rev and the car began to accelerate along with his feet.

Oh god they really /are/ after me!

Desmond then broke into a sprint, not like that would help considering they were in a car.
before he knew it he reached a dead end and headed for the open ally way where he quickly climbed up the fire escape latter but once he reached the roof he knew that the chase would soon be finished.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"uh... i don't know... i thought i would take a stroll down to Build-A-Bear Workshop..."

"Aren't you a little old to be making stuffed friends?"

"Aren't you dressed a little too nicely to be on a roof?" He gestured toward the man in a suit.

The man laughed and shook his head.

"You should learn to hold your tongue boy..."

"I already know how to hold my tongue but i prefer not to... do you know how many germs are on my hand? A lot..."

The man pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and with the free one made a motion like he was swatting away a fart.

"Having some gas problems there i se- "

And with one clean strike to the back of Desmond's head with a thick crosspiece of wood, the man was passed out on the concrete flooring.

"Thank you for not putting up much of a fight Mr. Miles... you will become of great use to us."

The man waved once more and several men that looked like a duplicate of himself took a hold on Desmond's arms and legs and hauled him into their van.

~* I hope you enjoyed chapter one! I shall try to update daily! I hope you enjoyed my first real fan fiction :D ~*