I don't own anything from the Assassin's Creed franchise! All credits to Ubisoft.

Hi guys, real quick, I dont wanna talk too much before this. All I have to say is this, this isn't necessarily a fast paced story. In all honesty, this is going to be a very long story, with probably a lot of chapters because of how vast the AC world and story is. So...you have been forewarned. :)) It has a small bit of romance to it too. It's mainly of Ezio and Desmond but I've clearly added my own OCs to this story. I'm going to try to follow Assassin's Creed II, Brotherhood, and Revelations to a tee. Meaning, I'm trying to follow the story exactly as it played out in the games with a few minor adjustments because of my character. Also, I DO NOT WRITE SHORT CHAPTERS. That's also what I meant by slow paced. Before anyone says it, my OC is not a Mary Su, I promise. My friend had the idea for this story and asked me to write it, so therefore I am, since she isn't a writer and I am. Plus, I love AC anyways.

I encourage all types of reviews, including heavy criticism. I'd also like to say that this an AMAZING GAME and I love it dearly. I even have a tattoo of the Assassin's sign. Anyways, please enjoy!

Prologue

Desmond heard a noise behind him, and turned quickly. The high tech door to his room, which was always locked when he was in it, opened and Lucy walked through, looking rather serious as well as hard pressed for time. He immediately noticed that there were spattered bloodstains on her white, sleeveless shirt and couldn't help but give her a questioning look.

"We have to go," Lucy said in a hard tone before he could say anything to her.

"Lucy, where have you been?" Desmond began. "Why didn't-?"

"Now!" Lucy snapped, turning away from him. He was a little surprised with the tone of her reply but followed her to the Animus, where she stood behind the console, waiting.

He was incredibly confused as to why she looked so rushed and slightly anxious.

"Get in," she told him sternly.

Desmond glanced at her shirt again. "What's with the blood?" he asked, gesturing at it. "Are you okay?"

"Look," said Lucy, clearly irritated. "We have maybe ten minutes, maybe, before they've figured out what I've done. If we're not out of here and on the road by then-"

"Wait, we're leaving?" he cut in, surprised at the statement.

"Desmond," she said sharply. "I promise I'll answer all of your questions. Later. But right now, I need you to just shut up and do what I say. So please, get in the Animus."

He was, again, a little taken aback with her hard glare and almost abrasive tone.

"Alright," he conceited apologetically before laying down in the Animus.

Desmond heard Lucy working away quickly beside him for about thirty seconds before his mind's eye focused on something. It showed to files against the Animus "loading" interface. One file said Subject 16…and the other said Desmond Miles.

Before he understood what was happening, he could see a scene flash before him.

It was a woman screaming, while to other women sat around her bed, saying encouraging words in another language. Desmond realized quickly that the woman was in the middle of giving birth.

With one final scream, the baby was born. The midwife smiled. "It's a boy!"

The mother, breathing heavily looked elated, not noticing the worried gaze her servant cast at the midwife. The little baby wasn't screaming and therefore not breathing.

Before either of them could say anything to their mistress, the door opened to the room and a man walked in, looking a little frantic. Judging by his clothes, he looked to be of higher status and probably from a couple hundred years ago.

"My love," he said, going towards his wife. "Mi dispiace! I was at the bank when they told me. Did I miss it? Am I too late?"

The midwife, carrying the lifeless baby, stepped towards him.

"Give him here," said the man gently, not looking discouraged.

"Giovanni…" said the mother desperately, clearly worried about her newborn.

The man, Giovanni, took the baby into his hands and smiled. "It'll be alright," he assured his wife in a soft tone. He whispered a few words to the child in what sounded like Italian to Desmond…but he wasn't sure because Italian and Spanish were similar in some aspects.

The baby began to jerk, his little legs moving erratically before his arms would flail. A few tense, silent moments went by….

But the baby came to life after a few more jerks and began to cry. The room's mood lightened and the women looked the most relieved.

"He has a fine set of lungs!" laughed Giovanni, loving paternal eyes gazing at his son while holding him out for them to see.

"What shall we call him, my love?" asked his wife, beaming at Giovanni.

He didn't take a moment to think. "Ezio…" he said proudly. "Ezio Auditore da Firenze!"

Giovanni held the baby high as the little Ezio wailed.

And before he knew it, Desmond was yanked from the Animus.

"Get up," demanded Lucy. "Let's go."

Desmond swung his legs over the table, feeling nauseous, having been pulled from his ancestor's memories so quickly. "I'm gonna need a second," he said, rubbing his head to rid the feeling. Lucy was behind him, pulling out the memory core to the Animus and shoving it in her pocket.

"There isn't time, Desmond," she snapped again. "We have to leave."

Desmond didn't reply but stood up, the queasy feeling gone. He saw Lucy leaving the room. He broke into a jog to keep up with her. They were in a long hallway now, everything looking dull and dreary. All he could see was metal…and lights.

Immediately, he felt like he was being confined, despite the fact that he was escaping from this hellhole.

"We're really getting out of here, huh?" he said, jogging alongside her, coming up to the end of the hallway with Abstergo's logo on the wall . "Abstergo's got some fucked up interior decorators…"

Lucy didn't laugh, though he didn't think she would, regardless of his attempt to lighten the mood. She wouldn't have it though and she ran up to a locked door.

"Stay close," she hissed.

"Hey!" someone shouted. Desmond looked around and saw two guards behind an identical glass door looking at them. "You're not supposed to be up here!"

Lucy ignored them and quickly swiped her card before punching in a pass code.

"Open this door!" yelled one guard, trying to pry open the glass doors. Desmond vaguely wondered why he didn't just take his baton and bash the door down if he and the other guard were so hell bent on getting to them.

"I'm calling it in," said the other guard, who wasn't able to get the door open.

The opposite the glass door that Lucy was able to hack into, which was right at the end of the hallway, slid open for them to pass through. Lucy broke it a sprint and Desmond immediately followed after her.

"There's a breach in the research wing!" Desmond heard the guard say behind him. "I repeat, there's been a breach in a the research wing!"

They ran a little bit further and then made a left. Three seconds later, two guards rounded the corner a ways down the hall.

"There they are!" one called. "Don't let them get away!"

Desmond stopped, unsure of what to do, but Lucy ran straight for them. Both guards had batons and were about to attack her with them.

However, Lucy was able to quickly dispatch them. The first guard swung his baton and she took a hold of his arm and twisted it around him, causing him to yell in pain. The other guard tried to attack Lucy from behind but she dodged it, landing a few punches and a kick to him just before taking his baton and knocking him unconscious, spraying blood across the floor. The other guard stood up but Lucy quickly swung the stolen truncheon at his face. Desmond saw more blood spatter at the blow, and the guard lay on the floor, lifeless but still breathing. She dropped the baton and resumed her running.

Desmond had no idea that Lucy was capable of defending herself like that.

"Holy shit!" he cried, tailing her as she ran through a door that had opened for her.

It brought them into another hallway, one that showed a large atrium of some sort through the windows.

"Look at this place…" he said to himself, sort of amazed.

Lucy ran up to another door, to which Desmond realized was a door to the elevator. It slid open smoothly and they entered it. Lucy didn't say anything to him so he decided not to talk.

But as they started to go down, a thought occurred to Desmond. "What about the cameras?" he asked, looking at her.

She glanced at him and he saw her smirk, the first emotion other than irritation from her for the last five minutes. Desmond was just happy that she wasn't snapping at him like she had been.

"I rigged them to play old footage," she replied proudly. "How do you think I managed hide all your nighttime snooping of Abstergo?"

"You're good," Desmond admitted, highly impressed. She smiled wryly.

"So I've been told," she said, sounding almost indifferent. "But they're onto us now. We need to hurry."

The elevator came to the last floor and opened up for them. Again, the wall had Abstergo's glyph on the wall right as they exited. Lucy ran to the right and Desmond followed her closely. She stopped about nine feet down at the corner and peeked around it.

"Careful," she said quietly as he came up behind her. She scanned the room again before turning to look at him. "We need to get to that elevator on the other side of the room. Follow my lead…but keep an eye out for security. I'd rather avoid a fight."

Lucy broke into a run again, running down a hallway through what looked like glass cubicles or something similar. In the cubicles were machines and computers but nothing that really caught his eye. Desmond made sure to watch for any movement ahead as he tailed her. She abruptly made a right turn, a guard ahead of them but his back facing them.

Desmond saw in one of the glass cubicles what looked a lot like the Animus he had been strapped into for the last few weeks.

"Is that an Animus?" he said in a low voice, still running.

Lucy stopped at a break in the cubicles and Desmond nearly ran into her. "Wait," she hissed, peering around the corner. After another second, she continued on, taking a few turns and checking to make sure Desmond was following.

He saw another Animus as he passed and now he was getting confused again.

"How many of them are there?" he asked, more to himself.

She didn't answer him and stopped again. "Stay close."

Again, she snuck a glance down both corridors. Lucy took a left and ran down the hall when Desmond saw yet another Animus.

"What is the plural of Animus…?" he wondered aloud as he ran. "Animuses…? Animi? What do you think Lucy?"

She didn't reply. "Lucy?" he said louder. "What do they need with all of them?"

"Desmond," she growled. "Shut up."

Another couple of turns and they made it to the end of the hall where the elevator was. Lucy quickly swiped her card and punched in a few numbers. However, the red light didn't turn green for her and the elevator door refused to open.

"Fuck!" she hissed, turning to him. "I thought this card would work. It must be on a separate system…. I don't have the code."

Desmond gazed at the number pad for a second. "Wait…" he said slowly.

As he reached out, his vision turned blue…but four of the numbers were glowing red at him. He knew instinctively, it seemed, that those were the buttons he was supposed to push…but in what order?

He punched them in numerically, hoping that would work but it beeped at him.

"Shit," he said to himself, trying the numbers backwards numerically. It beeped again. "C'mon!"

Lucy glanced around to see if there were any guards coming their way or if they'd see them but so far, no one noticed her and Desmond, mainly because they weren't around.

He tried another number order after a moment of thought and it made a more pleasant noise. The light above the keypad turned green and the door opened. Lucy gazed at him, genuinely surprised.

"How did you do that?" she asked. Desmond glanced at her. He shook his head, just as confused at her.

"I…don't know," he admitted.

Lucy didn't look all that concerned with that answer and entered the elevator. She was just relieved that she didn't have to find another route to the garage.

"Let's go," she told him.

Once the door shut, she rolled her eyes. "There's always something," she sighed to herself.

Desmond, however, had another thought. Maybe elevators caused revelations, he didn't know….

"What was that in the Animus…?" he asked. "Subject 16? Ezio Ow dee…Ow dee something…?"

Lucy looked up at him. "I think we've been wrong all along," she said, a thoughtful expression on her face. "That's why we need to get out of here. Vidic and the Templars…they're only part of the problem."

"Whaddaya mean?" said Desmond, thoroughly confused.

She brushed him off as the elevator came to a stop. "I'll explain when we get there," she assured him.

"Get where!" he cried, having just about enough of Lucy's cryptic talk.

The doors opened up for them, revealing the garage. Lucy automatically started running forward but within a few seconds, at least eight guards appeared from around pillars, ambushing them.

"Shit," groaned Desmond as four guards converged onto him.

These guards apparently were baton-less, which was fine by him, but they immediately threw punches at him. Once managed to get him in the chin, causing him to stumble. Desmond had never gotten into any fights as a young kid, at least not serious fist fights so he wasn't quite sure how he was going to fair, especially against four of them. Despite that past though, he was holding his own fairly well with four guards, having been able to dodge some punches as well as dish out and land a few of his own.

Desmond was able to best three of them and was working on the last before Lucy came to his rescue. She ran up from behind the guard and knocked him from the back of the head with a kick, rendering him unconscious.

"Thanks," he said, his lip slightly swollen. She didn't say anything and ran towards a black, inconspicuous car.

Desmond came up behind her as she opened up the trunk. "Get in," she ordered.

He eyed her incredulously. "You're joking…" he said, glancing at the trunk size. It looked like it would barely fit his six-foot, one hundred and seventy pound stature.

Lucy gave him a stern look. "It's for your protection."

"Ah, man…" he sighed, climbing into the trunk and going into a semi fetal position. Lucy then smiled slightly at him.

"We're almost there…" she said gently, before closing the trunk on him.

Everything was black…he couldn't see anything. Wherever he was going, he hoped he was going to get the answers he wanted.