Assassin's Creed: The Conflict
Chapter One
David didn't know what to do, he didn't know how he got here. All David knew was that he had to get out of it. Some way, David had to escape. David was moving down the streets of New York City in a strange car, surrounded by strange men. David was in the back seat a small compact vehicle. David couldn't know the make of the car, the men that grabbed him threw him into the car with such stealth and quickness that David hadn't any time to see what type of car it was. As soon as he was in the car, even before all the doors closed, the car was moving and David had a gun shoved in his face.
From the reflection of the cars in front of them David could tell that the car was grey. That made sense to him because it was dark and raining out so no wonder he barley noticed the car. The men next to him had two guns pointed at him both keeping their eyes glued to his hands. What were they expecting me to do? David wondered. All of the men wore about the same outfit, a tan trench coat. There were four of them and they all seemed calm and collected like they had done this before. Two men had graying black hair and the other two men in the back of the car had dark brown hair. They all seemed in their mid thirties or forties. After about forty-five minutes of driving across city, the car made a stop at a tall sky scrapper. The building was huge and covered in glass windows. The men took him out of the car and lead him inside.
Leading David into the building both men held his arms and a gun each to his sides; the guns were in plain sight. The group of men led David past a receptionist who seemed bored in her paper work, she waved the men through not even noticing or even caring that two men held a gun to him. David was led into an elevator and was taken to the sixty-second floor of the building. During this long elevator ride he assessed the situation.
David was just kidnapped, shoved into a car where men held guns to him, driven across New York City to a strange building were apparently men carrying guns out in the open is normal and is now being brought to the sixty-second floor by four strange men.
Right before they reached the sixty-second floor David was frisked for weapons. The two men that held guns checked his arms first and very thoroughly too. What is with these guys and my arms? David thought again. He was led down a dim light hallway to a door. One of the men unlocked the door and threw him in it, locking the door behind him. The room resembled that of a police interrogation room. There was a table with two chairs on both sides and a giant mirror the length of one wall. David walked up to the mirror to study his features.
He looked into his blue eyes, they were tired and worn out. He looked at his light tan skin, his dark short hair with the grey streak in it that resembled lighting. David studied his face for a few minutes before sitting down opposite the mirror. Two hours had passed and finally he heard the door unlock. David stood and a man in a business suit walked in.
The man was tall, white pale skin, short black hair and holding a large file. David's first instinct was of hitting this man in the face just before he noticed a gun holstered at his side pocket. he sat down and the man followed suit.
"Hello, Mr. Key I've been very anxious to meet you" the man said in a slow powerful voice. "As you are probably wondering to where you are, that is... not important. As to who I am...that will be revealed momentarily, also as to why you are here."
"What do you want with me?" David asked anxiously. "Why are you holding me here?"
"Calm down Mr. Key all will be revealed in due time. Now, if you would please comply I would like to ask you a few questions before I begin telling you what we want with you."
David dropped his head down and surrendered. "Fine, ask your questions and then let me go!" He looked around the room, never trying to make eye contact with this man through his questions.
"Thank you. Let's begin. Mr. Key, Have you ever committed or been arrested for murder?"
David annoyed by the man's question bitterly replied, "No." He placed his hands on the table and started to play with his thumbs.
"Okay, thank you. Two, have you ever seen things in your head that you couldn't explain? Such as heard a voice then saw a face or seen someone killing someone else." The man asked.
"No!" Now David was annoyed. "What is with these questions? Why are you asking me these things? Why was I taken from my work held at gun point and driven here to be asked these asinine questions?"
"Mr. Key, could you please calm down. We are almost done with the questioning part and soon the information part will begin. Okay" The man said frustrated.
"Okay, Continue." David said coldly.
"Thank you. Now, do you have any idea why you are here?"
"No."
"Thank you. Now it's time for the information portion. So let's begin."
David was anxious now to learn of this man's plan for him. He was anxious to know who he was, why he was here and what the hell was going on.
"Now Mr. Key, first off, you can call me Mr. H. As to why you were forced here by gun point, we believe that you hold a secret message and you don't even know of it. I need to show you something to elaborate on that. And as to where you are...you are currently in Abstergo Industries, New York Sector. New York Sector is also known as the Training Camp to Abstergo employees, but to you Mr. Key, you can call it prison because you can't leave."
"What do you mean I can't leave? Why?" David yelled.
"Mr. Key, Abstergo is a company run by one type of people. These people are sent out to capture and interrogate people like you."
"Wait," David interrupted. "What do you mean people like...me?" David asked hesitantly.
"Please Mr. Key I wasn't born yesterday. Your type of people has been menace to us and soon we will be rid of you and we'll have all the information we need."
"I still don't know what the hell you are talking about! All I want is some god dam answers soon before I stab somebody in the head!"
"I knew it you are one of them! That's all I needed to hear! Security!"
Security guards immediately came through the doors and stunned David with a stun gun. He had no choice but to fall to the ground and convulse on the floor. David woke up a few hours later in a bed. He was in a room. It was just as dull and bare as the interrogation room. The room had a white finish which made his head hurt or it could have been from the stun gun, he couldn't tell which. David got up and explored the room.
There wasn't much. A clothes closet, a bed, a desk and a private bathroom. David walked over to another door which he suspected of being the way out only to discover that the door had no handle. It seemed to only open from the outside.
Just then the door opened to reveal a little woman in front of him. She was small, tough built. David thought she was beautiful with her short cut black hair and green eyes. She spoke softly. "Hi, I'm Allison. I'm the assistant to Dr. Hallow."
"Dr. Hallow? He told me to call him Dr. H."
Allison jumped in fear and let out an upset cry. "That's right I was supposed to use the initial!"
"I'm David by the way. What are you here for?" David asked.
"Just follow me into the next room. We will begin as soon as the doctor comes in."
"Okay. What are we doing?"
"You'll see."
David followed Allison into the next room. There was a weird looking computerized bed and a desk with a computer attached to it. Over by the window was a desk with a better chair which he assumed made it the boss's chair. Before he could ask questions the double doors next to his room were opening up and Dr. Hallow was walking through it.
"Now then Mr. Key this is that secret I said I would elaborate on. I've see you've met my assistant Allison."
"Yeah and what is this thing?" David pointed to the computerized bed.
"Well this is the Animus. It's a device that allows a person to relive the genetic memories of their ancestors in three dimensions." Dr. Hallow explained
"What do you mean? Genetic memories of who?" David was puzzled.
"Mr. Key. Let me explain. In your DNA there is about five percent of who you are. In that five percent is your skin color, eye color, bone mass and shape, your features from conception to birth to adulthood. Now the rest of the DNA is just junk or is it? In the other ninety-five percent are the genetics and memories of your ancestors. Now the Animus can read that ninety-five percent of junk and project certain memories of your ancestors into a three dimensional video game. You will go through these memories and try to achieve a hundred percent synchronization with that certain ancestor's memories."
"It will take some getting use to. At first it will be unusual for you to replay memories. You will feel most of what is going on but remember it's not happening to you." Allison interjected.
"Yes. Now if we could please get started?" Dr. Hallow demanded.
"And if I refuse?" David asked.
"Then we put you in a Coma and find what we want. But that would take to long so we have to have your compliance."
"I see. And what if I reject the Animus?"
"Mr. Key would you just get in that thing please, we have a lot of work to do." Dr. Hallow said.
"Fine…"
David laid down and rested his head on the metal plate at the head of the Animus. A screen came around his head and the bed adjusted to his back. The Animus started up and he was brought into the loading screen. David felt himself drift to sleep…he was dreaming. Or was he?