The day was grey and bleak as William Miles walked out of the temple, his heart sinking greatly for they had lost. Humanity had lost their privilege to have freedom where their creed has guided them. The creed, it was three tenants that have lead the Assassin's to this outcome. You stayed your blade from the innocent, hide in plain sight, and never compromise the brotherhood.
'Does this count as compromising the brotherhood?' For once, the middle aged man didn't know. His grey eyes watched as lightning struck the ground, thunder rattling the ground as it struck hard. He waited for Shaun and Rebecca to emerge from the structural underground residence of Juno. Now his, Rebecca, and Shaun's well-being were in jeopardy all because of Desmond and Juno.
Desmond…
The old man's eyes dilated as his blood boiled and his heart clenched with rage at the memory of his son. His son who had the golden eyes of his ancestors and the looks of the younger William Miles. Desmond didn't want to follow in his family's footsteps and ran away from the Farm when he was only sixteen years old. He had eluded them for many years by cleverly using cash only when he got hired at a bar. Working as a bartender was the most absurd thing Mr. Miles couldn't grasp the concept of. Who wanted to work as a bartender? Well Desmond did and eventually Abstergo or else known as the Templars figured out his identity and work location. He was captured and forced him to be Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, the one who changed the creed forever through wisdom but also held one of the Pieces of Eden.
Roughly a month later, Desmond was rescued and used another ancestor named Ezio Auditore da Firenze to gain the skills in a matter of days, all the while being put through Ezio to learn what had happened, saving Desmond from a coma. He was then whisked away to a temple located within the United States, being Connor Kenway to find a key to the temple and stop an apocalypse from destroying humanity. (The date of 12-22-12 that was actually going to be a solar flare that would make the Earth and its citizens to perish as it ravaged the globe.) The key was actually going to be used to free Juno who would enslave the human race. Minerva said that this was predicted and that no one could stop it. Everybody in the temple had to ride out the storm but Juno told Desmond to "touch the pedestal and the world will be saved." Desmond chose Juno and released her.
Mr. Miles shook his head, worrying about Rebecca and Shaun.
'They should've been out here by now.' He turned to the cave entrance and watched silently as two shadows approached from the opening. He crouched down, ready to fight if Juno already had created some army but instead relaxed as Shaun Hastings and Rebecca Crane emerge. Even though everyone wanted to have a happy sight of their two comrades emerging safely, it didn't happen here.
Shaun, the British Assassin was supporting Rebecca; her abdomen was ripped open with a long slash going from her chest down to the right side of her hip. Her light blue shirt was rapidly being stained with a dark burgundy as both Shaun and Rebecca struggled to keep pressure on the wound. Rebecca somewhat was winded as though somebody came up and rammed all the wind out of her. Obviously, Juno could've done this. Mr. Miles ran over to the couple as fast as he could barking orders.
"Shaun lift her into the van! I'll grab her legs!" The red head nodded to his Mentor, his blue eyes reflecting concern behind his dark frames. He shifted the weight carefully, trying to lift Rebecca as gently as he could so the wound didn't hurt her as Shaun transferred so he grabbed the wounded woman under the arms. Mr. Miles wasn't so gently though. He yanked Rebecca under her knees, hearing her shout in pain!
"What the hell are you two doing!? I feel like I'm about to be raped!"
"Oh yeah totally Rebecca," Shaun rolled his eyes as he and Mr. Miles loaded her into the truck, keeping her as still as they could. "What a nice time to actually put a funny joke in while we're about to be killed by some bitchy woman who hates all of humanity!"
"Shut up Shaun!" she retorted flinching as they laid her down behind the passenger seat. Mr. Miles rolled his eyes.
They had to start bickering right now! This was really not the appropriate time! He looked to the two young Assassins' as Shaun started looking for the first aid kit with Rebecca yelling insults at the British man. He would tell them both to shut up but he didn't.
"Shaun stay in the back, I'm driving!" he commanded maybe making it too softly as Shaun started saying a smartass comment back to him but for a man his age, Mr. Miles was fast as he jumped out of the van and slammed the doors shut as the lightning turned into a severe storm with the wind howling crazily, making trees threaten to crush the stationed van and the sky started pelting precipitation with softball sized hail and buckets of rain that could start a flood in a matter of seconds. He ran over to the driver side and threw open the door, climbing in and starting the van up in a very careless manner.
He saw a white silhouette in the mirror and knew it was Juno watching them escape. He floored the vehicle, going as fast as he could to warn the Brotherhood what had happened in the temple and the outcome it resulted. The van jumped up and down as it flew down the trail, trying to put a great amount of distance between him and the temple. The sky darkened even more, and the earth shook so violently that parts of the hills started sliding dangerously close to the van. Mr. Miles steered as best as he could to avoid these hazards taking sharp turns. The windshield wipers were failing as the rain came savagely and the hail had shattered parts of the windows and left dents riddled in the vehicle, looking like it got savagely attacked by golfers. Nothing was going right today.
Meanwhile in the back of the van, Shaun had finally found the first aid kit (which somehow got into one of the crates used to hold the Animus.) He had put as pressure as could on Rebecca's wounds, his hands turning just as red as her shirt. He cursed silently at Juno for causing harm upon his comrade wishing that whatever came to Juno next would be the most miserable thing that would send her down into Hell. He rummaged through the first aid kit with one hand as he stared into Rebecca's hazel eyes. His stomach lurched at how calm they were. That signified that he was losing her. That was what happened to his mother as she died from pneumonia when he was eleven. It was pretty sad seeing her sea green eyes full of life just fade into a glassy stare that made him cry for a good month.
He shook his head. 'I'm not going to lose Rebecca! I've lost both Lucy and Desmond; I'm not going to lose any more people!' He finally grabbed bandages and an inch long needle with steel thread. Basic healing equipment for the Assassin's. Rebecca looked at Shaun and then at the needle.
"You are not sticking that in me Shaun!"
"Look would you like to die today?"
"What no!"
"Then suck it up you stubborn goat!" he scolded, as he put the steel through the eye and gracefully tied it off. He raised it in the air as though wanting his friend to watch its disgusting glory of being inside her. She shut her eyes and growled, "Do it quickly then!"
She had a bad history with needles, ever since she was little, they hurt like hell and quite a few times the needle either bent or snapped off at the injection sight. She just had a bad experience but she had tried to inch herself away from the needle though her reward was Shaun gripping her right hip tightly, making a scream emit from her mouth. This pain felt like surgeons had ripped open her body during surgery with her still awake.
"What's going on back there!?" Mr. Miles barked trying to concentrate on the road.
"Nothing just have someone back here who wants to die!"
"Shut up! Just stitch her up! We'll give her a more proper medical treatment when we get to the Assassin base in Pennsylvania!" Shaun groaned with annoyance as Rebecca looked up at the ceiling not trying to make eye contact with him. He tried to get started but the van collided into a pothole, flying everybody around.
"You know I'm having a bit of trouble with this procedure because of your driving!"
"Like I have a choice!" Mr. Miles yelled. Shaun got back to Rebecca and restrained her by sitting on top of her legs and started stitching her, trying to remember how to properly stitch a person. He then flashed to a memory of how his mother stitched his arm when he fell onto the gravel road when he was small. She took some black thread and stitched going up and over instead of the stitch to sew the clothes (which was back and forth, back and forth.)
He let his imagination take over as he started stitching Rebecca in the manner of an up and over motion. His thoughts then travelled over to Desmond. Desmond that stupid American brute that released a very bitchy woman from the First Civilization. He wished that Desmond chose Minerva's choice which was to gather as many people as they could and have history repeat itself instead of a ruler who'll enslave them all. Shaun shook his head and rolled up his sleeves, noticing they were getting full of blood from the excess flow from the injury. He looked to Rebecca's face and he nearly yelled. She was extremely pale signifying that she had lost so much blood. He quickened his pace, trying to get the stitches done faster. He rolled up Rebecca's shirt and brought her into his lap, noticing that she had lost consciousness. He was relieved yet worried. She didn't feel the pain anymore but what happened if she..? He shook his head and tried thinking of a better phrase.
'One way to make sure she doesn't panic.' The assault on his nose was murder as the smell of iron blood mixed with gasoline invaded him. It made his eyes water at the stench. He finished the stitching and removed the last part of the thread, using pliers. He grabbed the bandages and started wrapping her starting with the chest; feeling perverted at touching his comrade's chest but determined to get her back from the depths of sleep.
This was just what he didn't want right now! Mr. Miles slammed on the brakes, making the van jerk to a violent halt, crates crashing in the back on top of each other, and the sound of cursing coming from Shaun's mouth. Shaun looked to Mr. Miles and practically shouted, "What's the hold up!"
"Juno." That's the only thing mustered beyond Mr. Miles lips as Juno in her graphic form stood a foot away from their van, her face composed of silent fury. Everybody (excluding the unconscious Rebecca) watched with stunned horror as Juno turned into golden light. They both waited for something but Shaun was the first was to scream. Juno had gained so much strength that she picked the van up without touching it, throwing the vehicle over a hundred feet into the sky! Everybody yelled as the van did barrel rolls, flips, and other ticks in the air. The ground came within sight and it seemed as though Father Time was going to be cruel.
In slow motion, Mr. Miles managed to peer back to watch Shaun grab Rebecca and double over, protecting her from the crates. They looked harmless floating in this area but knew they were filled heavy equipment that could easily crush everybody. Mr. Miles turned back and watched as the ground collided with windshield, glass breaking everywhere. He closed his eyes and gave a hoarse shout as the van crushed into the bedrock, everything going silent and dark.
Juno reverted back to her glitching form. She smirked at the chaos around her but cursed herself as walked slowly back to the temple.
'In this form I am vulnerable. I need to find a new body; a new body that could help me rule this planet without being in the temple all the time." She told herself, descending into the depths of the cave, going back to the place where that fool of a mortal had gone. The temple lit up dully for the power source was exhausted but would last all eternity. Its light blue glimmer gave the goddess a wraith like appearance as she marched quite quickly as though she was ecstatic over this mere thought of a new body. She walked over the bridge remembering the Eye that had helped her stay alive, along with Minerva.
Minerva, Tinia's most trusted companion when it came to the research to save mankind but all of it was in vain. Minerva always had a soft spot for mere mortals but Juno did not. They were the ones who caused the war, who at the same time, begged for the planet to be saved. In return of all this, the First Civilization became somewhat extinct and the human race thrived with so many flaws in them. Juno had lost her best friend and husband Aita, but she gave Minerva hell. In what ways, only the goddess of chaos could think of. Juno again smirked as she approached the body of the Prophet. He laid there still, his arm burnt and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. Juno couldn't smell, touch, or taste but she could see and hear. She bent over the corpse and smiled evilly.
"For a body I need to rule in, I need to experiment. You'll be my test subject, Desmond."
This is my first fanfiction story so please give me some feedback on things I need to improve. No flames! Also I might combine some parts of the Assassin's Creed book series to the video games. Just warning you right now along with the fact that my chapters are most likely are going to be only 4-5 pages long! Bye Bye!