This chapter takes place 1 week after the events of the last chapter. Ronac has not woken up and the White Fang doctors have determined that he may be in a permanent coma.

"How long has he been whispering this?" Adam questioned the doctor.

"Since yesterday. He won't stop." Said the doctor.

Ronac lay on a medical bed in the center of the room. Machines kept track of his health and heartbeat. His lips moved almost silently repeating the creed over and over.

Adam however was not amused. He had been waiting for this idiot to wake for over a week now. He had saved Ronacs life and demanded something in return.

"And how long did you say he may stay asleep?" Adam said angrily.

"Um. For the rest of his life." The doctor not showing the fear that he felt.

Adam growled. He was done with this shit. This boy would wake up one way, or another.

"So when will i wake up?" Ronac asked Altair. They had both determined that his faint appearance in The Mist meant that he was still somewhat alive.

"I do not know. All you can do is wait." Altair replied.

Ronac suddenly heard a growl. It didn't sound human. Both Altair and Ronac stood up.

Both reeled backwards and the blackened Grimm form of Warren Vidic came charging at them through the mist.

Warren recognized Ronac and charged him. "I'll kill you for this Assassin! It doesn't matter if i die now! I'll eat your spleen!" Altair got a disgusted expression at that last comment.

Ronac extended his Hidden Blades prepared to meet Warren's attack. Both were surprised when they passed straight through each other. Ronac stumbled forward and Warren was sent sprawling across the invisible misty floor.

Before Ronac could react Warren had gotten up and was in his face.

"One day Assassin. One day." Warren threatened.

Ronac tried to reply but the expression Warren wore stopped him. He looked like death put in a blender of emotions and then subjected to endless hunger for human flesh. If you can picture that.

"I'll track you down and destroy you fucker! I'll rip out your heart and eat it! I'll- AGH!" Warren fell to his knees gripping his head. "Make it stop…" Warren whimpered. His voice seemed to return to normal for a second. "I can't do this… It's taking over…"

"The day i help a Templar is the day i spit on my mother's grave!" Ronac shouted. Had he just acknowledged his mother's death? No don't think about it.

Altair, who had been standing by, put a hand on Ronac's shoulder as best he could. "Ronac. Look at him. Don't you see how distraught he is? He'll do anything to get back to normal. Like telling us how he got here." Altair looked at Warren.

"I… The last thing i remember… I had escaped the falling building… That damn sword was lying there…" Warren seemed to straighten. "336 had hit his time limit. So he had gone back into the sword. I was foolish enough to grab it. I thought it may cure me. Instead, since i didn't have an aura, it just sucked me inside."

Altair was showing even more confusion now, but remained silent and gestured for Ronac to be silent as well.

"Inside it was all gold." Warren continued. "I was in a jail cell. Around me where other humanoid… things. But 336 walked right up to the bars. We exchanged some harsh and confusing words. Then he left me to rot for a while. After what seemed like ages he came back, broke down my cell door, and smashed my head against the wall. I think it killed me. Then i popped up here." Warren finished.

"That would explain why you're here." Altair finally spoke. "Ronac, you've mentioned a golden sword. It could be the Apple of Eden equivalent. Still. I lost him at sucked me inside and 336. Care to enlighten me?"

Ronac tried to recall everything he knew about 336.

"Well my father has had it for as long as i can remember. He kept me from touching it and said it was a relic and not to mess with it. He never told me why. Someone or, thing. Lives inside of it. First i've heard of this jail thing though."

Ronac was purposefully keeping some details. He didn't want to tell Warren something he didn't already know.

Altair was about to speak when Warren suddenly jumped up. "Enough of this crap! FIX ME!"

"You're dead. What is there to fix?" Ronac asked.

"You're an idiot! I've been through here before! How do you think i came to your world."

"You're going to explain. How did you get from our world to his?" Altair said.

Warren's blood red eye twitched. "Errg. Fine. Some other shit Assassin may have killed me using the Apple. Well. A bullet… I came here then willed myself to the other world. It's easy. Hell. Why do you even care just get me back to normal or i'll eat you. Without a napkin."

"Hard to eat something you can't touch." Ronac taunted.

"So you came through here by willing yourself? Why not just go back to ours?" Altair asked.

"Can't get back to a world where you've already died. Listen. What do i have to do? I have an uncomfortable sweet tooth for human flesh. I want it gone. I can't believe i'm doing this but i'm asking you for help."

Ronac was about to insult Warren when Altair stepped in. "Not even a Templar deserves this Grimm fate." He said. Then turned to Warren. "We don't know what to do. But. From here Ronac can travel between both worlds. Perhaps we can find a cure for you."

Find a cure for this monstrosity?! But then again. Altair had a point. Who would want to be a Grimm? And another world? Sounded exciting.

"Ok. Find. Tell me how to do this." Ronac said.

"Ok. You gotta think really hard about the other world. Pictures of it even. I made it to your world when i imagined one of my favorite Youtube show's. I was disappointed that i didn't find Monty here owning God at DDR. So i couldn't stop thinking about it and ended up in the other world."

Ronac strained to comprehend that. Youtube? "That isn't helping."

"Try imagining a clock-tower. Now an Assassin leaping off the clock tower into a bale of hay. The city below bustles with people and Templar's rule supreme!" That last part wasn't true but Warren couldn't help himself.

"And you think this place has the cure?" Ronac asked.

"Surprisingly. Our medicine is better than yours. If there's any real hope then i'm wagering it's there." Warren replied, still rubbing his head.

Ronac concentrated. The image was vague but as he tried harder it became clearer. And then he was standing in the middle of London. 1868.

The White Fang doctor who was caring for Ronac was pacing the room. Adam Taurus had told him to wake Ronac by tomorrow or he'd do it himself. God know's what that meant.

He'd tried shaking and medicine but waking a coma patient was pretty much impossible. The blue robed Assassin would have to wake on his own.

The doctor knelt down next to his patient. "Oh Ronac. If you die here your father is going to kill me. Please for the love of the creed. Wake up."

Ronac's heart flat-lined. SHIT!

Compared to Atlas this was a snooze fest. Horse drawn carriages roamed the streets and it seemed like the place was deserted. The lamps were dull, the buildings were wood and stone, and everyone wore… REALLY fancy clothes. Ronac took it back. Maybe this place had style after all. In-fact, It looked more detailed than his world.

Ronac looked down and realized that he didn't have any equipment. He had his robes but even his hidden blades were gone! Wait no. Scratch that. He still had one ice pistol. One of two.

He realized that he was standing in the middle of the road and quickly got off before someone yelled at him. Then slipped into an alleyway to make further plans. He took inventory and counted one pistol, his emergency clip, and nothing else but his robes. Great.

Trapped in a strange world without most of his weapons and very lost. What was he doing here again? Oh yeah. Warren wanted his darn cure. That might not exist here. So where to begin?

Ronac exited the alleyway and started walking down the sidewalk. Perhaps he would just take a look around first. It was a nice place despite being a bit primitive.

People were giving him strange looks as he past them. Ronac spotted a group of large men in red suits a bit further down. Maybe he'd ask them where a hospital is before someone confronted him on his fashion choice.

As he approached, he could overhear some of their conversation.

"You guys hear about the new gang? They call themselves the rooks!" One of them said in a joking manner. Everyone else laughed at it like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Maybe they think that playing chess will bore us to death!" They laughed even more.

"At least their not the bishops. Hey guy's i can only hit you diagonally!" They were probably drunk. Ronac was going to ask them anyways though. He went up to the nearest one and tapped him on the arm. He couldn't quite reach the shoulder.

"Excuse me. But could you point me to the nearest doctor?" Ronac asked.

Everyone of the red suits stopped and looked at him. It took them around five seconds to burst out in laughter again. The biggest of them approached.

"Who's does this kid think he is! He even wanders around in pajamas!" The red suit said mainly to the group. This was a bad idea. Wasn't it.

The man crouched down to Ronac's level of sight and smiled playfully. "Now listen here small fry. This, is our territory. And you, aren't welcome in it. Now scram before i have to put you in time out."

Ronac thought for a moment and then smiled. "I'd like to join your group." He said.

The man in front of him got an even more amused as the people in the background started rolling on the ground laughing.

"And… He he. How do you plan to get past initiation?" This guy was trying really hard not to laugh.

"A fight?" Ronac suggested.

People were stopping to watch the full grown red suits roll around in the dirt laughing their asses off. There was something strangely satisfying about muscular drunks making fools of themselves. The man that was taunting Ronac saw this.

"Looks like your gathering a crowd shrimp. You want a fight, you have a ring."

Ronac put his fists up and got into a stance. The red suit snickered and put his fists up in a mock stance. The crowd stood by anticipating the weirdly dressed child's beating.

Both fighters circled each other until the red suit got a sly look. He then moved in and attempted to push Ronac to the ground. Ronac responded by crouching underneath his attack, stepping in, and punching the man right in the stomach.

Everyone stared in awe and fright as the red suit flew across the street into a carriage. Then through the carriage. Ronac looked at his hands and remembered there wasn't aura in this world. Altair had told him that. Having aura here was awesome!

"That's what you get for calling me SHRIMP!" Ronac yelled shaking his fist in anger.

The rest of the red suits were just lying there stunned. One of the quicker ones managed to speak. "Shoot."

"W-what?" Another said.

"Guy's what are you doing! Shoot!" The first one said getting up from the ground and pulling out a six-shooter.

Ronac smiled and started to slowly walk towards them. This world's version of humanity was weak. They didn't have to deal with Grimm. They didn't have auras or bad ass weaponry. They were wimps!

The red suits opened fire. Ronac was expecting more of an impact but the bullets seemed to deflect harmlessly off his aura. There guns were crap as well as dull.

As soon as they realized Ronac was bullet proof they ran down the alleyway behind them. Ronac gave chase. "Prepare to get owned by a ten year old!" He shouted.

Far far above, A hooded man watched from a distance.

"The bloody hell did i just see?" Jacob Frye said in disbelief.

"I don't know! He just flat-lined! And he's still breathing! There's no scientific reasoning behind it!"

The doctor stood in the middle of the room yelling panic stricken at Adam who was trying to make sense of it as well.

Ronac was still breathing and still in a coma. But the his heart had stopped. No blood was flowing, yet his aura was still there and his brain activity was going normally. Who the hell was this kid?

"I want to move him to one of the better facilities." Adam said. "You'll accompany him Dr. Dil. And put a quarantine up. I'm not taking any chances. It could be an infection."

"Yes sir." Dil said now grumpy that he had to move everything.

Adam had a theory that he came up with that morning. He needed to do some research but he was pretty sure he had seen people wearing these clothes before. And he was pretty sure Dil had to. He just didn't show it. Adam would keep an eye on the good doctor.

"I think that you're crazy." Evie Frye said to her brother.

"Guilty as charged. But really. I did see a kid dressed as an assassin punch a full grown man through a carriage. We have to find him." Said Jacob

Evie sighed. "How much sleep have you been getting?"

"Enough." Jacob replied.

"And why do i doubt that?" Evie asked sarcastically.

"Fine. I'll just find him myself then." Jacob said.

Evie's eye's widened slightly. Jacob was terrible with children. Thoughts of her brother chasing a child down the street yelling crazy things played in her head.

"No. No. There won't be a need for that. I'll find him." She said with a forced smile.

"What? I thought we were going together." Jacob replied.

"You are terrible with children." Evie said sternly. "You even insulted Clara the first time we met her!"

"Well when you step off a train and you get your wallet stolen by a munchkin, you hold a grudge." Jacob explained.

"Ha. Well don't get clobbered by five year old's while i'm gone." Evie teased. And with that she left the alleyway they were in. Time to search for an imaginary super kid.

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