Alright people this is a direct sequel to my other story Proto-Silent Creed. If you want to read this one then please go and read the first part so you can understand how the characters have gotten to this point... also so you can understand all the lame inside jokes but, hey, your call.
Disclaimers: Like always I do not own Silent, Prototype, or Assassins Creed. I am just using their characters for my own(and my readers') perverse needs. The story itself is mine though.
The soft shuffling of sneakers on the hard cracked cement sidewalk echoed in the empty streets and adjoining alley ways. The tall man walked with his head down letting his white/grey hood cover his face. The brisk night air bounced off his three layer outfit, unable to slip through his black decal leather jacket, white/grey hoodie, and white button up shirt. His simple dark jeans folded over his sneakers and dragged slightly on the ground by his heel with each step.
Stopping by a street lamp and chancing a glance up he saw a woman walking on the other side of the street. Her heels at least two inches too tall for the area and time of night she was walking around in. The skin tight clothes clung to every curve and begged ones eyes to be drawn to her. To let every bit of her exposed skin be drunk in like a drug. And while this worked on so many men in her life for sure, it did not work on the one looking at her now.
He saw only faults.
Too skinny, too weak, too blond, and easily broken. A little over a year ago he would have walked right over to this kind of woman, suggested an entertaining night, and they would have spent it together. Followed by a disappointing morning where she would find her bed empty and not so much as a note left behind. But such days were behind him and he couldn't be happier for that.
Lost in thought he barely realize when the woman was suddenly pulled from his sight and into an alley way with a short scream. He slowly stepped across the road and looked around the corner into the alley the woman vanished near. Letting his ice blue eyes dart around the almost pitch black alley he caught the movement of two shadows. A larger form had a much smaller one pinned to the wall with a hand over it's face.
His eyes adjusted as well as his ears. A large man in black was pinning the blond woman to the wall and was trying to shuffle her out of her tight clothing, clearly having a lot of trouble due to the woman's muffled cries and struggling. A soft sigh danced past his lips as he finally chose to step around the corner and kicked a pipe on the ground making it clang loudly. The two in the alley froze, the man now glaring at him and the woman looking at him with pleading tear filled eyes. Both were met with the same dull and bored expression.
"Wha' the f-*hic*-uck do ya' wan'?" The other man said while holding onto the woman tighter as she tried again to get free. He cursed as she bit his hand and got her mouth free.
"P-please help me... please..." She begged through her tears.
"If ya' wanna t-*hic*- turn ya' can have 'er afta' me." The drunk turned his back on the other and started to paw at the struggling woman. She cried harder and closed her eyes tight pressing into the wall with all she had as if she could just slip through it and escape.
A harsh bang, a drunk grunt, and another sound she didn't know slipped thorough her ears. She slowly turned her head back and started to open her eyes only to feel a soft hand placed over them blocking her sight completely. She started to cry again thinking the other man had left her to her fate.
"It's alright." A calming voice whispered. "You're safe, calm down. He's gone now." She could hear the odd sound continuing even as the new voice spoke to her. Something ripping and slithering around near them. But before she could ask the sound stopped and the hand was removed from her face. Opening her eyes she looked up at her savior who looked back at her blankly.
"T-thank you... where-?"
"He's gone, don't worry about it." He cut her off and shoved his hands back in his pockets. "And you can thank me by not wearing shit like that in the middle of the night, alone, near alley ways." He hissed clearly displeased at having to play savior so late at night.
"I didn't ask for this to happen!" She cried at him trying to wipe away the tears from her face making her black eye makeup smear.
"Well you damn well didn't use common sense to avoid it. You walk into a room holding a gun someone is going to tackle you eventually." He glared back. "Go home, get changed and don't walk around alone at night." He spun on his heel and started to walk away but paused as he accidentally kicked something. Looking down he found a black backpack. Picking it up he looked at the woman who was trying to collect herself from the ordeal. She looked at him and the backpack as he motioned to it then shook her head.
"It was the other guys'..." She whispered. Giving him a small nod she walked away and out of sight now carrying her heels and curling in on herself trying to cover her exposed skin.
He shrugged and was about to throw the backpack away and go home when it started to make a static sound followed by muffled voices. Shoving his hand in the bag he dug around for a moment and pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"ZzzzzzZzzzz- Repeat, Bravo 183... Have you found anything. Zzzzzzzz" The walkie-talking went dead for a moment most likely waiting for a reply. Another voice clicked in.
"Zzzzz- Forget him Harold. Johnny probably got drunk off his ass again.-Zzzzzz"
"Zzzzz- Yeah, lets just finish our sweep of the area. Not like we're actually going to find Zeus in this run down shit hole. -Zzzzzzz"
"Zzzzzz- Alright, all teams report back to your positions -Zzzzz- and keep an eye out for Johnny passed out in the damn gutter. Again... -Zzzzzz"
"Fuck!"
The dead night streets left little entertainment for those few passing through, but a late night music shop had just enough for someone waiting around. Standing tall with a zipped up white jacket, one shoulder backpack, and dark blue jeans the man waited. Wearing a set of overly large head phones over his ears enjoying the thrumming music drifting through. Tapping his foot to the beat he didn't even spare a glance up as the door to the shop opened and continued to read the CD case in his hand.
When a firm grip landed on his shoulder he let out a small smirk. Bringing up his free hand he pulled the head phones down to rest around his neck and turned around expecting to find on the he'd been waiting for.
"Hey..." He paused as he looked into the face of a much older man in a tan trench coat and matching hat. He looked as if he stepped out of a bad investigator movie. "Uh... sorry thought you were someone else."
"It's alright. I'm Douglas Cartland, I just need to ask you a quick question." Douglas pulled out a picture from his pocket and held out a picture to Desmond. "Have you seen this man? He may have been with a young woman around 17 years old."
Desmond examined the picture. An older man with light brown/blond hair and slight stubble on his chin. Age lines were clearly defined on his face but a kind appearance danced around his features. Desmond handed back the picture with a small shake of his head.
"Sorry Mr. Cartland. Never seen him before. Only been in town a few days myself." Taking back the picture and slipping it back into his pocket Douglas nodded to Desmond in thanks before moving on to the cashier.
Desmond watched the man for a moment in speculation but shrugged as he dubbed him as not a threat and put his hands back on the head phones to pull them on. The door to the shop opened and banged against the wall, the bell above it nearly breaking off from the force. Desmond stared with wide eyes as another man ran into the shop and right up to him. Grabbing his arm and yanking the headphones from his neck Desmond was pulled form the shop without a word.
"We have to leave!" He hissed.
"Alex, calm down and tell me what's going on." Desmond dug in his heels as they went out the back door and into the alley. Alex stopped his pulling and looked back at Desmond, his anger filled eyes quickly softened as he looked at his lover. Reaching a hand up Alex tugged off his hood and rubbed his short hair.
"Blackwatch, they're here."
"Shit..." Desmond mumbled. Alex continued to rub his head in aggravation losing himself in thought. Stepping closer to him the Assassin slipped his arm around the other, hearing the soft leather creak as his he hugged him close. He could feel Alex tense in the hug, not expecting it, before losing himself to the motions and returning the hug eagerly.
"The others won't be far behind..." Alex mumbled into Desmond's neck.
"The Assassins and Abstergo can't be far off. I know." Desmond squeezed him briefly before pulling back and placing a hand on the others cheek. "Let's get moving."
Wrapping an arm tight around Desmond Alex pulled him into a quick kiss before launching them to the roofs to be lost in the shadows of the night.
AND I'M BACK BABY! Lol, a boring first chapter but lucky the next chapter is close to follow.
To my continuing following readers, welcome back. To my new ones welcome to a story that I never thought would be so entertaining for everyone. I hope to read plenty of review from you guys both new and old.
I'll most likely post the next chapter in the morning just cause I love you guys that much.
STAY TUNED AND R&R.