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"Home stretch Desmond, I can feel it."

His father patted his shoulder in an attempt to be affectionate. It didn't quite suffice, but Desmond accepted that it was the best his father could do. As his father walked away, and Shaun focused on the door, and Rebecca turned towards the computers, Desmond changed his mind.

He quickly removed himself from whatever black substance the Animus was resting on and quietly slipped away. Though most of his paths were blocked, he managed to find a place that was far away from everyone else. It was a quiet spot that opened up into the main room. He found it not long ago. Everyone would be able to see him if they just looked up, and he was sure they knew he was up there. No one ever looked, though. Either they were too focused on their so-called work, or they just didn't want to recognize his presence. He wouldn't want to look up either if it were him.

He knew they were afraid of him. At least, Shaun and Rebecca were. His father was more afraid for him than of him. But when he talked with Shaun or Rebecca he could see the slight fear in their eyes. He knew every time they looked at him they saw Lucy's killer. He hadn't yet revealed to them that he killed her willingly.

To tell them now would be to lose all trust they had in him. He wasn't willing to risk it, not after every thing his dad had been through. But he was tempted, oh so tempted to tell them the truth. He wanted to grab them by their collars, shake them as hard as he could, and shout in their face that she was a Templar. She was a Templar and they had no one to blame but themselves. But he didn't.

And so he placed himself on what he assumed was some kind of counter or bench and watched. And he thought. He thought about everything and nothing at once. He could feel it in his bones. It was coming to an end. He was ready for it to be finished.

As he looked down he could see strange people. He didn't know who they were or why they were here. All these strange lights surrounded him. Desmond's head hurt. He was wearing strange clothes and he had all his fingers. He tenderly touched his face and was relieved to know that his scar was still there. Desmond squeezed his eyes as tight as he possibly could. A strange woman appeared next to him. It was hard to watch her though, for it seemed as though she flickered in and out of reality. He closed his eyes and hoped, he doesn't bother with praying, and stood quickly. He had to get out of here and find Malik. Desmond shook his head violently. He could hear himself cursing in Arabic. Bracing himself against the wall he smashed his head against the rock. He heard ringing in his ears. His head was hurting and he tried to pull himself away from the wall. Desmond quickly smashed his had against the wall again. He cried out in pain, but his previous headache was gone. He slumped against the wall and buried his face in his hands.

It was deadly silent. He smirked. There was no sound of keys clicking, no feet wandering along the floor, no turning of pages to signal any kind of movement below him. He wanted to laugh. It took everything in his power to stifle his laugh. Desmond slapped his hand across his mouth. Giggles escaped and gradually escalated into a laughing fit. He held his sides as tears began trickling down his cheeks. He laughed and laughed until he was sobbing as he held his head in his hands. It was the home stretch. And he could hear the crowd cheering him on.

P.S. I'm mainly doing these little snippits off of my favorite lines from Assassin's Creed III. If you guys have any that you really like, I'd be more than happy to write a chapter on it. I love you all!