Disclaimer: I DON'T own Assassin's Creed or its characters. Someone else does, NOT me.

Warnings: Language. I forgot to add that one. Silly, silly me.

A/N: Ya! Chapter 4 is up! I hope you liked the last chapter. I thought it would be quite interesting if the story line had a twist. I'm playing Assassin's Creed again so I can write this story and make it perfect. I am sorry if I happen to change tenses as I'm writing, but I'm just trying to write this story. I hope you like this chapter. Have fun! :D

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Desmond new something was off. He went to his "room" and went to bed. He woke up to find that he is standing on a roof in a place that looked just like Jerusalem. From what he could tell, sometime in the ca 1191, during the time Altair and Al Mualim were around. What was really bad was that he wasn't in Altair's body. He was in his own body with no Altair nearby. Which was probably a good thing.

He was happy that Vidic wasn't around but he was panicking.'Why was he here? Is it the Bleeding Effect? A glitch? or his imagination?' His thoughts raced with many different scenarios that did not help with his problem. He kept looking around for anything that may show he really isn't here but did not find anything.

"Hey, you! You are not supposed to be up here!" A guard shouted drawing his bow. Desmond squeaked, in a 'manly' way, and jumped. He turned to see a guard about ready to shoot. He froze for moment before taking off in a random direction. He ended up falling onto a large group of guards as he had fallen from the roof. They turned to him angrily before shouting "Assassin!".

Desmond jumped up and ran as hard as he could with 15 to 20 guards behind him. It wasn't helpful that more guards joined in and archers were shooting at him. He dodged two arrows but got scrapped by four of them and hit in the shoulder by one. The pain proved that he had to really be here or they upgraded the Animus and put him in it while he was still a sleep. The last thought was not likely since he is a light sleeper. He was not paying attention so ended up running right into a water carrier which caused him to stumble and fall.

He swiftly got up barely missing a sword. Oh, why did the world hate him so?

Altair watched as a young man barely escaped a sword that had nearly cut him into two. He wasn't in a happy mood, as the presence he had been feeling since Solomon's temple had disappeared before he entered Jerusalem. It made him feel quite frustrated and empty. He watched as the man took off in the direction he was standing. When the man ran by him, he froze and turned to where the guards where running to chase him. 'It couldn't be' he thought as he stood there but it was.

When the man had run by he felt a pull, not only that but he felt that presence. The presence that gave him support during his first four assassinations. He stood there for a few minutes in shock before taking off after them. 'Can't have him die before giving me some answers,' Altair thought as he climbed up a building and followed the sounds of yelling. He just hoped the stupid kid didn't get himself killed before he got there.

You know what is worst than being chased by guards? Being chased by 50 guards and your Ancestor that you happened to run by. How Desmond knows Altair is chasing him? He happen to see him running along the rooftops, and happened to be quite helpful as he took out any Archer that happened to see Desmond running from...67 fucking guards! Ugh, Why! Desmond turned a sharp corner and oh, wow just his luck, ran into about 7 guards who immediately took out their swords. It seemed that had been picking on a citizen so he was doing something right.

He took off in another direction as now 74 guards chased him. He jumped on some boxes and started running on the rooftops. Only 15 of the guards were able to climb up. Thank God for that, but he now was not as protected from archers no more. Which was proven as a arrow almost hit him in the head. That just gave him enough encouragement to run harder and faster.

He looked back to see that only 5 guards were chasing. He smiled happily but his happiness was soon gone as he slammed right into a huge guard with 5 others. Desmond gulped as the big one brought out his weapon to attack. Desmond tried to look for a way out but he was trapped. He glanced back at the huge guard to see that it was being lifted up to attack. Time seemed to slow down as he saw it start to descend he closed his eyes tightly. 'Well, I guess this is the end' was his last thought before...

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. If you think that there was too many guards, I would like you to know this came from personal experience. Of course it got to 80 guards but I decided to not do that many. That would make it too cliche. If you guys have some things you would like in the story just send me a comment and I'll see what I can do. If you think the chapter is too small, well I planned to stop it at this moment but I had not gotten to 1,000 words, so I added a few things here and there. I will update soon. See ya! :D