A/N: Hello... Any readers still alive? Well, I'm still not dead, even though I figure that I'll be by the end of the month for not updating... Damn, this took me quite some time, and I still hate this chapter. CURSE YOU, 1821! I had to write an essay about the Greek revolution of 1821, and I hate that era more than I hate puns about the World War. Anyway, I hope I don't get flamed yet...
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own Assassins Creed. I'm just torturing Ubisoft's characters. Also, everything else mentioned (mostly music and movies) belongs to their rightful owners.
Warnings: Language, alcohol and drug usage. Like you did not expect it. From this chapter, the story begins to really need the M rating.
Chapter 7: Highway To Hell
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The final day of the trip was about to begin, the sun was rising, and a night filled with tension and stupidity had passed, giving it's place to a day filled with, well, stupidity, tension, and fights. It was about time when Altair finally had an almost decent talk with Rober without getting into a fight. Ezio was too distracted by his thoughts of, mostly, Leonardo that he didn't even notice that something had changed in the air... It was much more... Dreadful, so to speak. Maria had already figured another scheme by dusk, and it was already rolling. Malik and Sibrand were still fighting about ridiculous things, like the volume of the speakers, or the smell of smoke, ashes being scattered everywhere and the fact that Sibrand had already started drinking again, even though it was still early in the morning. Kadar was asleep, and his face resembled the utter idiocracy. Lucy and Rebecca had already started crying to Shaun, who was food- poisoned, about the Internet thing. Poor Shaun... And the worst (for him) is yet to come... He hasn't met Desmond yet.
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Altair was lying still on his bed, looking at the celing. He was all alone in their room, and the others had gone somewhere with their friends, leaving him alone and desperate.
'I still can't believe it. Am I that crazy for her? That I still believe it's all a bunch of lies? Guess I'll have to wait to find out... But how could she do that to me? I loved her, and she was just using me and my clique to make Rober de Sable jealous. Seriously, of all people... By the way, what's up with him hanging out with that German psychopath? And what the heck is Desmond doing by considering him a friend? I'll ask him when he gets back...'
Little did Altair know that in somewhere in the forest, someone was crying about his lost love.
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Sibrand was lying on the floor, holding his last bottle of beer in one hand and the last photo of his father with him before that tragic accident in the other. It was the first time he wished he could tell everyone in Rober's clique. Tell them about the event that changed his whole life. About how much he missed his homeland. How much he missed his father, too. But he could not blow the image of the 'tough guy' they held for him.
A knock on the door, and he went to answer it, since Malik and Kadar had gone somewhere with those geeks, and he was left behind, drunk and miserable. He saw Rober standing at the doorstep.
"May I come in?"
"Yeah, whatever, make yourself comfortable."
"You didn't get drunk again, did you?"
"Why do you care, anyway? It's not like anyone would miss me if I died."
"Sibrand, you're wrong. Look, I don't like talking about it. Wait, what the fuck are you doing? Don't tell me you're also..."
"What does it look like I'm doing? And yes, I am fucking high, and I don't even care. Sheiβe. I want to die, Rober. I really do. No one would miss me, anyways."
"Tu me manquerais! Why? Because your my best friend, that's why. I would never be able to cope if something happened to you, Sibrand."
"Shit, Rober. Das ist ... That's the best thing anyone told me in my whole damn life. Also, could you pass me that stupid can of beer? It must be somewhere near you... You remember that song by AC/DC? Y'know, Highway to Hell, or something like that? That's really fitting me now."
"Here. Merde... Fuck it, give me that thing. I am no saint either. And turn up the damn volume. I like this song I think it's called that, but I ain't 100% sure. So, how's your time with the Al-Sayf brothers?"
"Eh. It's totally like SPKMN."
"What?"
"Somebody Please Kill Me Now. How are you doing with the Sucker and Desmond?"
"At first it was totally EMLA, but then something happened and I think something's up with the Sucker."
"What could be up with him? He's too stupid to do anything that would get him in trouble. And what the fuck did happen, that I don't know?"
"I think he broke up with Maria."
"Yeah, I know that."
"What? You didn't have something to do with it, did you?"
"I didn't. And don't give me that look. Okay. Maybe I did have something to do with it, but just a little bit. A bit. OK, I am the reason they broke up. Me and the Geeks."
"What the fuck did you do, Seb?"
"How do you think I got money for the wine we drank yesterday? And all those cans and bottles of beer? Do you know how expensive that stuff is? Or cigarettes? Hell, they cost the same as a bag of dope. So, the Nerds gave me a chance to make easy money, and I took it, of course."
"Seb, what the Hell did you pull yourself into?"
"I went to that bitch's locker, picked the lock and stole her diary, then gave it to tose Nerds. They would give it to Altair, so he would read for himself. And they did give it to him, yesterday evening."
"I'm going to kill you, Seb. Literally kill you. I was so damn curious I lost my sleep! And I was worried about you, because the fact that you suddenly had money to burn wasn't normal, I thought you were getting yourself in deeper shit than you already are."
"You wish. I might be dyslexic and a psycho, but I ain't retarded."
There was silence for a little while, the only sound the loud music blaring from the speakers. Rober watched, as Sibrand tried to get up, but being as drunk as he was, fell on the bed, knocking down several objects before doing so.
"Damn. Gimme a hand, Rober. I need some water."
"No, you'll lie down on the bed, and I'll get it for you."
"Your choice."
Rober put his hand in the portable fridge lying open near him, and randomly grabbed a bottle. He opened it, and making suer it didn't contain alchohol, gave it to Sibrand.
"How stupid can you be, Seb? Don't you know what'll happen to you if you keep doing this? You know, getting drunk won't help you with paranoia. Instead, it'll make it worse."
"Shut up. You have no idea. No idea of what I'm going through."
"But this ain't helping. Look, you know that if you take your pills, then everything's fine. Why did you stop taking them in the first place?"
"Cause they ain't helping shit! I take them, and all that happens is, I get sleepy and can't have fun. I told you, I'm not taking them 'till I'm in really desperate need of sleep."
"I can't change your mind, can I?"
"Nope. Not a chance."
"Then give me the God damn can. If you're going to Hell, I'm going with you."
"You know, we're all going to Hell, I'm just trying to save the good seats."
They broke out in laughter, when Sibrand suddenly turned to Rober, stopped laughing and gave him that puzzled look.
"Wait, what's EMLA? Did I miss something?"
"Jesus fucking Christ! You don't remember EMLA? Eff My Life Already! You invented it! I didn't know you had memory issues."
"Eh, you know what they say: Einstein's dead, God's dead, and I ain't feeling well lately."
"Yeah, and I'm the Emperor of Mount Calacumba! Where the fuck did that come from?"
"Gimme a break, man. I'll end up dead from laughing too much and not stopping to breathe."
"Merde. What's in these drinks, anyway? They're strong."
"German beer. And I think there's a bottle of something else left in my backpack. Fetch it."
"I ain't a dog, you know. Go grab it for yourself."
"You're mean, y'know?"
"Yeah, I've been told that many times. Okay, since I'm a nice guy, I'll give it to you. Now that's what I'm talking 'bout."
"What's in it?"
"My favourite: French wine. Man, I'm sure that I'll be drunk in 10 minutes, or maybe less."
"Yeah, dream on."
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"Malik? Are you okay? Your eyes are red... Did something happen?"
"No, I'm fine. How are you, Desmond?"
"I talked with Rober last night. Told me things I could never imagine."
"Yeah... I know, I talked with Sibrand. He's okey, I guess. Even though he's weird... How's Altair? He told me what happened with him and Maria... If that bitch ever tries to speak to him again, I'll rip her head off for hurting him!"
"Calm down... We have to do something. Altair's depressed. Like, totally depressed. He doesn't want to eat, go out or do anything he normally would."
"I'll talk to him when we get back home. By the way, what time is it?"
"Eh, something around 14.00, I guess."
"Fuck! We're leaving in an our, and I haven't packed up anything! You've got to give me a hand!"
"O.K., relax. Geez, stop being so nervous."
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The music was so loud, that Desmond and Malik literally had to cover their ears before going into Malik's room. What they saw, lest them speechless. Two very drunk guys sitting next to each other, talking and taking turns drinking from a bottle almost empty.
"Desmond, go down and buy a bottle of anything that has the word 'sober' in it. If the teachers sees them drunk, you can forget our trip to Europe."
"Who said Europe?"
"You two, shut up, and wait until Desmond comes back."
Desmond ran down the stairs, and bumped onto various unknown people too. When he got to the mini-bar, he looked around, but he couldn't find anything, except for SoberUP drinks. (A/N: I've tried it, and believe me, I'd rather be called a Nazi for the rest of my life than drink it again.)
'Great. I hope Sibrand and Rober don't bury me alive when they're sober.'
He ran back up the stairs. Well, at least tried to. Because, when he was about to put his right foot on the last step, he somehow tripped his feet, and met the carpet.
After a couple of minutes, he was back in Malik's room, amused by the way Malik tried to make the two drunk Europeans drink the SoberUP drinks. It was quite the sight, to be honest. Rober tried to refuse, but ended up drinking it on his own. Sibrand was more negative, though. It was somewhat difficult to convince him drink it, but they managed, and he started packing his things along with Malik and Kadar, who was apparently, ready to catch a cold. Rober and Desmond left, to go pack their own things, but when they tried to get in, the door was locked. A few minutes of Rober knocking- if you could call that knocking- and a very happy Altair came to answer. Though Desmond had no clue, he wasn't that surprised when he heard his cousin answer to Rober.
"Me and Maria are back together."
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The school coach: probably the worst place on Earth, even though the cafeteria is rightfully claiming the first place under 'Cruelest Palce EVER'. The problem for Desmond was, if you don't find a seat quickly, you'll be stuck next to a freak or a bully for the rest of the road. At first, he had no problem, sitting next to Ezio, even though he was annoying him. But now, he had a big problem. The only seat was next to a very aggressive guy, Shaun Hastings. It's not my lucky day, Desmond thought.
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"It's saved."
"Taken."
"So not happening."
"No way."
'It seems I don't have a choice. If I don't sit next to Hastings, I'll be stuck with that old creep.'
"Um, excuse me, is this seat taken?"
"Yes, but I know you'll sit here anyway. Now, listen here: If you dare to distract me from my book, or annoy me, I'll hit you so hard, you'll forget your name, Miles."
'Great. Just fucking GREAT."
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A/N: This must be the worst thing I've written. Why did I ever agree to write this essay about that fucking revolution? Also, the fact that the plot-bunny's trying to distract me with a WWII AU assassin's creed Rober/Sibrand fanfic is not helping at all. So not helping... What do you think about this chapter? Now, excuse me, I've got a plot-bunny to manipulate... Oh, and I need some help with my( Argi's) French lines. I don't know French, so for Rober's lines, I'm asking Argi, but I'd like some beta.
Kaiser
Translations: Merde-Shit/Fuck
Tu me manquerais-I would miss you ( Thanks to BlueTexas for this one)
