"I have told you all I know. Please don't let him kill me." The woman was crying.
"I understand that we deal with this a lot, but I still don't like crying. That is going to be the death of me." I thought to myself. The woman was tied to a chair. All we used were empty threats and knife waving. It didn't take much to make her talk.
"Cross, the man you were supposed to get on my trail. Did they mean Daniel Cross?" I asked.
"The one and only. He is one of our best field agents." She told us.
"What of Abstergo's plans? Do they know the whereabouts of some assassins?" Shaun questioned her.
"A few. But they have been taken care of."
"Are any assassins being held prisoner?"
"None that I am aware of. I am not that important, otherwise you wouldn't be able to touch me." She lifted her nose into the air.
"Do you want me to reopen that scar? Huh? Do you want that!" I shouted.
"No, please. I am sorry!" She cried again.
"Calm down, mate." Shaun put a hand on my shoulder. We walked to the other end of the empty room, Lucy didn't want an interrogation in the main room. Not with Desmond.
"I don't feel right about this. We are assassins. This," he motioned to the woman. "Is just barbaric."
"I know. I don't like it either. You know me, I hate when women cry." I looked him in the eye. "We are going to have to kill her. She would blab to Abstergo."
"I understand. I don't want to."
"We can't trust her as an assassin." I informed him. "Let's talk with Lucy. We what she thinks about this."
"Alright." We walked to the door. I turned back and threw a knife right next to her head.
"Back in a bit, love." We walked to the main room.
"Lucy, we got a bunch of info." I showed her the report Shaun had typed. She read the information, then looked at Shaun and I.
"This is okay. Are we going to release her?" She asked.
"Me and Shaun." I began.
"Shaun and I." Shaun interrupted. I punched him in the face.
"Shaun and I have been talking. If we let her go, she will tell Abstergo all about us. We have to kill her."
"Don't you know a pressure point that can remove memories?" Lucy tried to find another way.
"If I did, a lot of people would be alive right now." I told her. She looked to the ground, she almost told us to release the woman. I could tell.
"Do it." She ordered. I unsheathed my knife.
"It'll be quick." I walked back into the other room.
"I am really sorry. You think that I am not. But I truly am. I wish none of this could happen. Enough blood has been spilled."
"Let me join you!" She spoke, hopeful.
"Can't trust you. Between us, I could try to convince Lucy, but I am not sure." I observed my blade. The way the light shone off it wonderfully, coming out slightly pink.
"Please! Please, I beg of you!"
"Alright." I told her. I walked to the door and called to the other room.
"Luce! Shaun! Come 'ere." I shouted. In a few moments, they walked into the room.
"Yes?" Lucy asked.
"Mrs. Stillman? You work with the assassins?" The woman looked to Lucy.
"Kill her." Lucy ordered. I threw a knife at the woman, hitting her right in the forehead.
"I knew her while undercover at Abstergo. She couldn't be trusted."
"Very well. I am going to get some rest." I walked into my room.
(Undisclosed Location)
"Hello? Anybody there?" A young man walked through the manor. He looked around and saw nothing.
"Raaaaaggghhhh!" A scream came from the end of the hall. The young man ran to the room. As he burst through the door, he found that a hooded man had his hands around the boy's mother's neck.
"Mama!" The boy shouted. Another man grabbed the boy and picked him up by the neck.
"Hello, young man. Do you know where your father is?" He asked in a polite tone. He was wearing a hood as well.
"Mama." The boy reached to his mother.
"Tell...nothing." A raspy voice came from his mother, as her eyes rolled back, lips turned blue, and she fell to the ground.
"I'm right here, Assassins." A man shouted from the window. Three men entered the room, all wearing coats with a cross on the back. They pulled guns from their jackets and aimed them at man who was grasping the young boy's neck. The figure on the windowsill smiled.
"Hello there, Maxson. How have you been?" The hooded man smiled, gripping the young boy's throat tighter.
"Unhand him." The man's eyes flicked to each corner of the room. The little boy saw two men come from the shadows, each wore hoods and white jackets. They killed two of the men with coats.
"Catch." The man smiled, he threw the boy out a window as he pulled a gun from his jacket. A gunshot was heard, as well as screaming, laughing, then silence. A hooded man jumped after the young boy. He caught the boy and the two landed, safely, on the ground.
"Don't worry young man." A familiar voice rang through my ears. "I caught you. Mister Miles won't let anything happen." He comforted the little boy.
(Assassin Hideout)
"Ahhhh!" I shot up in my bed, screaming. Shaun, Rebecca, and Lucy ran into the room. Sweat dripped down my torso. My breath was shallow.
"Hunter, are you alright mate?" Shaun asked, looking around the room. I put my head in my hands.
"Yeah, fine." My muffled voice answered him. Rebecca came over and sat next to me. Her hand went around my shoulder and she pulled me into a hug.
"Do you want to tell us about it?" Lucy asked, worried. Her hair was messy, and her pajamas were in disarray.
"No, I. No." I answered. My eyes began to sting as I recalled my dream.
"Was it you dream about your dad?" Rebecca asked, pulling me in closer. She wore a black tank-top. It had a red snowboarder on it. Her pants wore simple and grey. Her hair fell around her face, beautifully.
"Yes. I keep having the same dream." I began to cry into Rebecca's shoulder.
"It'll be okay. I promise." She patted me on the back.
"Will it really, though?" I asked her, looking up to her face. It was beautiful, even when she was worried.
"I just want all of this to end. To live a normal life." I buried my face in her shoulder.
"We are doing good things here." Shaun spoke up.
"Killing people? Assisting and planning murders? Strapping some guy in a machine, driving him crazy, just like the other sixteen people before him? Are these really good things?"
"Just go back to bed." Rebecca told them. "I will stay here with him." They left, and Rebecca stayed. I continued to cry into her shoulder, until I fell asleep. I had no more nightmares that night. Thank god.
(The Next Day)
I awoke in my bed, Rebecca laid next to me.
"Morning." She smiled. I remembered last night, but I tried to look strong.
"Morning."
"You cry it all out, last night?" She asked.
"Yeah. It didn't do me good to keep it pent up all my life. If I ever have problems, could I talk to you about them?"
"Sure. We could talk with each other, so we don't have to keep it inside."
"Great, let's get some food, I am hungry." I sat up. I looked down to see I was still in my boxers with no shirt.
"I don't mind." She smiled. We walked into the next room, and got some food.
"You two sleep well last night? Did you even sleep at all?" Shaun smirked.
"Shove it, Hastings." Rebecca flipped him off. I threw a kitchen knife at his desk.
"You almost hit important papers!" She whined. We got food then ate in my room, talking about stuff. After a while, Lucy came in.
"Desmond is awake." She was ecstatic.
"Took him long enough." I mumbled as Rebecca and I got dressed. We walked into the main room and I spoke up.
"Took you long enough. Three days, we thought you went into hibernation. A LOT of shit has happened." I joked at him.
"I'll explain, then we could continue with the animus." Shaun told him. After the explanation, and everything that had happened, Desmond walked over and sat in Baby.
"All ready?" Lucy asked.
"Ready." Desmond nodded.
Hayoo. Here is an update for the story. It is coming to a close pretty soon. I have been slow with updates because my main writing tool was confiscated from me. I've been having to use a replacement, or sneak and transfer chapters of my stories. I hope you all enjoy my story so far, and I am sorry about the lack of updates. Maybe if you like the story, you should follow or favorite it. Hopefully I will get the last few chapters out soon.
Edit: Hey-oo, me again. I need some OCs for an Attack on Titan story that I am writing, so if you want to, send one over.
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