[Author's Note: Okay, I think I've written enough ahead that I can start posting this. I know where this fic is going but not how it's getting there, so consider yourselves warned, this is going to be a long journey! One fraught with giant gaps in updates due to me getting my life together, but I just can't keep it to myself anymore.
Rated M for sex and violence. I don't pull punches. This fic will probably contain most-if-not-all of the triggers. These people have shitty lives and I'm not going to sugarcoat that. That said, it's not all-bad-all-the-time. Basically this fic springs from my desire to explore the workings of the modern-day Order of Assassins. I'm following main-series canon up to the end of Brotherhood and picking and choosing from Revelations, the peripheral games, and the encyclopedia.
Okay, I think that's all the info you'll need for now...andiamo!]
Assassin's Creed: Rebirth
Chapter 1: Desmond
She thought she had them…him…and she did. He was hers, he was her, the knowledge flooded and washed away everything and he tried to step backward, she stepped forward, tried to stop his hand rising, she stepped forward. He stood still, but she stepped forward. He turned away, but she stepped forward. He screamed and railed and swore and clawed and she stepped forward. He begged and sobbed and bargained and she stepped forward.
As she raised her arm and the blade sought flesh, he tried to look away, close his eyes, do anything against her will.
The steel he'd scraped of rust, polished and sharpened until it regained its former razor edge, slid through cloth and skin and muscle, one quick motion.
And she let him go.
Something broke.
Black.
Voices at the edge of the dark spaces.
"Put him back in the Animus! It's the only way to fix this!"
But she's hurt…I hurt her…
"Well you've sure managed to get yourself into some deep shit, Seventeen. I think it's time we talked in person. Follow me."
He dove into the memories.