Yeah, time to finally add all the random stories I wrote a balls-long time ago, enjoyyyy~~
I dreamt about this a long time ago, wrote it, and now i'm uploading it XD
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Desmond woke at exactly five in the morning, to the exact same thing that he had remembered since day one the Abstergo Industries building.
Having being kidnapped, he had little choice of what he was to wake up to in the morning; usually it was 's old wrinkly face, as he held a hot steaming cup of coffee.
Oh, what he wouldn't do to have a hot cup of coffee right now.
Rubbing his eyes wearily, Desmond attempted to regain his vision from the blinding white walls that seemed to glow at every point of the day, before standing up to stretch his sleeping legs.
Hm. Where's Vidic? Usually he's here in the morning, eager to wake me up with his evil glare of doom, Desmond thought to himself.
Yawning, he made his way over to the bathroom to wash his face, before anyone could interrupt him.
Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed aimlessly at his reflection, which had looked horribly aghast. His skin was as pale as the clouds in the sky, or the snow of a cold winters day, and he had bags forming under his eyes. He hadn't shaved for weeks, and was beginning to look a little creepy in the stubble area.
Great.
He was STILL stuck in this shithole, and looked like he was from the Stone Age. How much better can this get?
Pushing sarcasm aside, he searched for any new cracks in the wall, but there was nothing new in the annoyingly shiny tiled wall.
Hearing a woman's angry voice, Desmond raced over to the bathroom counter, and climbed up upon it to listen through the air vent.
"If we keep pushing him like this, he might die!" He heard Lucy shout at Vidic, who was obviously trying to convince her into shoving Desmond into another one of his ancestor's unbearable memories once again.
"Well, why all of the sudden do you care? Before we even caught him, and drug his sorry ass here, you had seemed totally fine with the idea. But now that you know him better, you seem to think different. Why is this? Because with all of the other test subjects, you were just peachy!" Vidic yelled back, his temper rising with each word.
"I… I just don't want to induce a coma! If that happens, it will be almost impossible for us to do this operation! Remember test subject number four, and how he went straight into a coma because you pushed him far too deep into his ancestor's memories! I could barely get the damn machine to work at all! And besides, what will we do… if Desmond dies?" She answered, making Desmond shiver at her last words.
Vidic thought for a second, allowing all of this new, and old information gather up into a heaping pile in his already full mind.
"I GUESS you have a point… somewhat. But I still want him to delve deeper, get more information. I want… no… I NEED to know the rest of his ancestor's past!" Concluding their conversation, Lucy let out an aggravated breath before starting over to Desmond's room.
Leaping off of the counter, he walked briskly out of the bathroom as if nothing ever happened, and resumed to yawning, and stretching.
The door slid open, allowing a frustrated looking Lucy to glare at an unsuspecting Desmond.
"What?" He asked, trying to make himself sound innocent.
"Ohh nothing. I just can't get that man to follow a word I say," with that, Lucy turned her back on him, and left, leaving Desmond to follow.
"Get on the Animus, Desmond," came the demanding voice of .
"Sure thing Doc. Would you like some fries with that too?" Desmond added in, letting all of his anger, unease, and sarcasm ooze out in a couple of easily said words.
"I am NOT in the mood for this, Desmond. Just get on the machine, or I will have to use force. Again."
Desmond mentally shuddered thinking about the time that he had refused to get on the Animus, and told to "Make me." He had called over seven buff bodyguards to pin Desmond down and carry him over to the Animus, and chuck him onto it. He'd had bruises for two weeks from it.
"Alrighty then…" Lucy scowled at his choice of words; was she ever bitter towards him today!
Lying down on the machine, Desmond watched as the see through screen that he knew all too well appeared just inches above his face, as usual.
"Ready, Desmond?" Lucy asked as Desmond nodded once.
Syncing…
Standing on one of the many viewpoints of Damascus, Desmond awoke as Altair, his long lost ancestor, who'd they'd gladly been siphoning through the memories of.
Looking to the left, Desmond could hear his ancestor's thoughts going through his mind, he was undecided, why was this? His ancestor was never undecided.
Have I made a mistake?
One of the thoughts caught Desmond by surprise.
Sure, his ancestor did some pretty stupid shit, but he had never once thought to himself about making a mistake.
Mistake…
Desmond watched as Altair sprung off of the tower, and into an eagle dive, landing in a pile of hay. Quickly climbing out of it, he strode off into the crowd as the stray pieces of hay fell off, one by one.
Hood drawn over his face, obscuring anyone's unexpected chance to take a gander at this master assassin, and spread the new about to every guard; Altair weaved carefully through the crowd, attempting to get out of it, and quickly.
Was it a mistake to trust them?
All of a sudden, Desmond's view of Altair started disintegrating before his eyes, everything flashing red.
"Code red, code re-"
Altair turned and looked straight at Desmond. What was going on?
"Get him out of there!"
He approached with a killer stance, hidden blade triggered. Desmond tried to back away, but hit a brick wall.
What was this?
It felt so real.
"Something's wrong! Shut it down! This insta-!"
Face to face, Altair growled as he launched himself at Desmond, body hurling through the Animus's flashing screen, stabbing him in the gut.
"Shit!"
Desmond leaned against his ancestor, pain withdrawing him from reality, stinging him from every corner of his mind.
His heart raced, beating against his ribcage, wanting to get out, to get away from the pain.
Blood poured out of his newly created wound as Altair took his blade out, placing it back into his gauntlet. He stared at Desmond.
No sadness, no regret.
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Sooooo there's chapter one, Woot :D
Hoping to get reviews maybeplox? 3 will love you forever!
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