Moon: I really should be doing something else but temporarily, I'v been bitten by the AC bug. I do have a question though. What do people want to do about Lucy. Personally, I don't have a opinion on either to kill her or give her a change of heart. But I guess I'll see.
Disclamer: I do not own anything from Assassin creed.
The interferance
"Are you sure he'll arrive here stronzo?"
"Yes you peacock, Desmond will arrive here."
"Cazzo stop calling me that! You didn't have a problem with my outfit yesterday."
"Might have something to do with the LACK of a outfit il ahbaleen."
"Heh, lets just wait on Dez-monde."
"...Its Desmond, try to pronounce it properly or he will be annoyed at you."
"Si, si."
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Rebecca sighed loudly, staring at the screens. She couldn't find anything that could have caused the glitch with Desmond inside, nothing at all. It just didn't make any sense at all. She frowned and glanced at the youngest of them who was busy eating a burrito.
'It seems safe but...' She sighed. She didn't want to risk Desmond. He was a friend and if she was being cynical, very valuable to the assassins because of what his genetic line knew. She focused her efforts again on making sure that the animus 2.0 was safe.
Desmond however wasn't thinking about that as he made himself a cup of coffee. He was thinking about all the odd things that had been going on. Well, odder then abducted by templars, forced to relieve his ancestors lives and then being told he has to become a assassin and that his father was on the way to help him train what he couldn't train in the animus.
He glanced at the wooden box that contained the apple of Eden and then turned his back on it. Altair couldn't have used it, he despised the apple after everything he had seen it do. He only started to really use it after the death of his son and the escape from Masyaf. Desmond remembered that from when he was the man, living his life.
He nodded.
'Our Desmode can be a bit...slow, yes?'
'Shut up Ezio.'
'I am impatient, you have already meet him. I want a chance too now.'
The young assassin dropped the cup with a yelp, twirling around, staring around wildly, starling the three others.
"D-Did you guys hear that!?" He asked, nervous as he flickered his eyes around.
"Hear what?" Shaun asked in some annoyance as he eyed the broken cup and coffee on the ground.
"Desmond?" Lucy moved to him, worried.
Desmond stood there before getting a rag and starting to pick up the broken cup. "...I swear I heard Altair AND Ezio...talking...together." He glanced up hesitantly to see the other staring at him. "...I know its weird and impossible but I swear...that's what I heard."
Lucy swallowed. "Perhaps...perhaps you shouldn't go into the animus for a while Desmond, it seems the bleeding effect is getting worse."
Desmond threw the chips of the cup into the trash and moppet up the coffee, nodding slowly. He was in doubt though, was it really the bleeding effect?
It didn't feel like it. In the start, the bleeding effect had been mild, leaving no symptoms except confusion. Then it started to be accompanied with the occasional headache and nausea. Now he'd be left with a migraine when he had them but so far, he hadn't had that. He frowned down at the stained rag before rinsing it in the sink, feeling eyes on his back.
He knew it was one or maybe all of the others discreetly keeping a eye on him.
He was sure he had heard them. Talking about him. Desmond stared at the rag and squeezed it one more time before leaving it in the sink. He tried not to think to hard about it. But it was bothering him. What if it had not just been a encounter generated by a glitch. But how was that possible?
Desmond wasn't sure and he glanced at the wooden box they kept the apple. Had it interfered?
No one had touched it though.
But it was the only thing that made sense.
Gah, nothing made sense anymore really. If it ever had made sense really.
Desmond rubbed his forehead before stiffening, watching the slight glow that came from under the box's lid. "Guys...the apple is glowing." He said warily, staring at it.
Lucy, Rebecca and Shaun snapped their heads to the box at his words, all of them staring at it.
Slowly, the youngest made his way over to the box, glancing at the others in nervousness before flipping the lid open. Sure enough, the apple was glowing up at him. "Its glowing."
"...You should touch it."
"Fuck you Shaun."
"Well, I'm not touching it."
Lucy broke in. "You're the only one that has touched it so far Desmond and done so safely." She said anxiously.
Well, put that way Desmond understood but still. He didn't want to touch it...
Slowly, he picked up the globe that was called a apple of eden, frowning at it as it innocently glowed back at him, as if it hadn't bought people to fight each other for it and had blood spilled for it.
But Desmond knew better. He knew that this was a dangerous object that could drive men to insanity if it wished to. As it often did to those who craved it.
But at the moment it was just glowing. "Its not doing anything as far as I'm aware of. What do you guys think?"
Silence.
"Guys?" He glanced back and his eyes widen in shock. So focused had he been on the apple that he hadn't noticed everything going white. And then his hand started burning before Desmond's whole body just froze.
'I...can't...move.' He thought before he blacked out.
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"Oi, singore, wake up. You can't stay here." Someone was poking him. Oooh his head hurt, it hurt badly, like after a bleeding attack.
"Here, throw this on the idiota."
That was the warning Desmond got before water was thrown at his face. He gasped and sat up hurriedly, feeling dizzy as he stared at a woman and a young man who stared right back at him, wearing clothing that Desmond recognized from Ezio Auditores age. He looked around hurriedly and felt like he would pass out again.
Rome.
He was in Rome. He could tell by the sight of the fucking Colosseum.
Oh wasn't that just GREAT.
Muttering a excuse to the lady and the boy he presumed to be her son, he started moving, ignoring his aching head yet registration their comments on his strange clothing. They considered him a foreigner, that was obvious, if only they knew just how foreign he was.
'I need clothes. I need to fit in. Thank heavens I can talk Italian because of the animus.' He thought as he looked around for a clothes line, needing to blend in before he was noticed by someone else or worse, by guards. Well, by speak it he understood and could at least ask around with a very accented talking but hey, at least he got by. Now he just had to hide and find a way back home.
"Oi, you there!" WHELP, to fucking late for that!
Desmond winced and looked at the Borgia guards, inwardly cursing loudly as they noted his white hood and came to only one conclusion. "Assassino!"
Yep, only one thing for it. Desmond scaled the wall and used any outcroppings to climb the roof, cursing as he did. Of course they followed him but in their armours, they were slower then him both on the ground and those who scrambled up on the roof after him.
Desmond legged it, he needed to lose them and then hide until they lost interest. But they had one advantage over Desmond. They knew the city. He didn't.
They got him cornered in a back alley, with no way for him to get out of there by himself without fighting the heavily armed guards.
'Guess there's nothing else for it.' He thought in despair before unsheathing his hidden blade, unsure of taking on five Borgia guards on himself with no armour and no other weapon then his blade.
One of the guards smirked at him. "Rodrigo Borgia has promised a hefty rewards to anyone that can bring him a assassin alive. But dead is good too, he'll pay for that too. One less assassin scum in the city for him to worry about." He lifted his sword, sun glinting of the metal.
"Fuck you." Desmond shot back and hoped to god they were going to underestimate him.
He remembered back to his lessons with Lucy and his father. And the ones he could vaguely remember from the Farm.
An angry enemy is a careless enemy. Dangerous still but more likely to make mistakes that would work to your advantage, but it could also make them more brutal and to let them land a shot on you could be more hazardous.
That proved truer then ever when applied in actual battle on Desmond's life. But adrenalin and caution fueld the Americans moves, his blade seeking out the vulnerable points of the guards armours.
'By the armpits, at the back and the throat.'
Dodge, twirl, roll, shank one in the leg. Dodge, roll, throat stab. Roll, jump bac-fist to the face. Desmond stumbled back, bleeding from the nose as he glared at the guard with the heavy gauntlet who sneered back and lifted his sword, ready to attack him again. Desmond managed to parry it with his blade but he knew he shouldn't do that to often. He knew that there was a chance the blade could be broken by a sword hitting it the right way.
He couldn't have that happen, not now. Not in the middle of this. He'd have no money to fix it, not to mention the fight he was currently in. Desmond could of course try to get his hands on one of the guards swords but he wasn't TRAINED to use a sword damn it.
He was trained to use guns and smaller blades.
Desmond panted, looking at the remaining 3 guards. If he had been Ezio or Altair, it would be easy to take care of them. He'd have more armour and weapons. But he wasn't Ezio or Altair. He was Desmond Miles.
He'd run away from everything for 9 years.
He'd lived alone, exercising normally.
He was a novice.
And he needed a miracle now to save him.
Here I am, leaving you all with a cliffhanger...aint I nice.
I apologize if any of these are wrong as I used google translate for it.
Translations:
Stronzo= bastard
Cazzo= fuck
si= yes
il ahbaleen= you idiot
singore= sir
