Chapter 10

I do not own anything except some original characters and an old computer. I also do not support self mutilation.

I got more uppercase letters! Yay! Well, I don't want to waste them, so here's the chapter.

Jewls

How did I get here? That's a good question.

"Well, the last place I was before I woke up here was in my room, doing...homework" At least, that's what I tell him.

He looks at me skeptically. I guess it's kind of obvious that I wasn't doing any homework.

"I know what you were doing. I already saw them."

Well, that makes things a little less complicated. "So I wasn't doing homework. I was cutting myself. It's not like I'm the only one that does it." Okay, maybe that was a tad defensive, but why does he has a look on his face, like he's just now finding out the world doesn't make sense.

"What happened that made you start cutting yourself? I mean, you can't have had that bad of a life."

No. I had a great life. Then it came tumbling down.

"It was nothing. Anyways, I just got home and my sister was smoking up in front of the garage. My mom had ordered some pizzas, so I was in a pretty good mood. Anyways, I went up to my room and started thinking, and then I had to cut. I was cutting, and some blood got onto my Assassin's Creed game. Then I spazed out and tried to wash it off, but it left a stain. I tried to put it into my PS3, but it said "Error" and I walked over and shut it off. Then I got a giant shock and I passed out. The end. Until you showed up. And now here I am."

"Wait," he says with a grin on his face. "PS3? That's a bit out dated, don't you think?"
"What do you mean? It only came out three years ago..."

"No. That can't be. It's 2014. It came out in...2008, am I right?"

He's looking at me like I'm crazy, when he's the crazy one.

"2014?" I ask. "If it's 2014, then I'd be 19 years old. I'd be living on my own and most likely going to college."

"What? How old are you? And what year do you think it is?"

"I'm 16 years old, and I know it's 2011. Believe me; I'd know if it was any year past my 18th birthday. I'd finally be out of that hell hole."

"What are you-" He stops as if he hears something, and then looks at me strangely. In the blink of an eye he's gone, and I get a feeling like somebody's pulling me backwards. The next thing I know, I'm lying down and looking up at three people. They seem familiar somehow...

"Holy shit! I'm in-!" I stop mid-sentence, not because of shock, but because Altaïr, who is really Desmond, punches me in the face. Before I black out, I think, "Holy shit, I'm in Abstergo!"

AN: Well, that was a short chapter. Wondering how she got to Abstergo, when she was from the game, but really from the real world? Well so am I! I guess I'll find a way to describe it soon. Haha, don't worry. I already have it but I just have to type it. Remember: I love reviews, especially bad ones. The good ones may boost my pride, but the bad ones boost my ability,

Erin.