Well I finally got another chapter done. I am sorry that this one took a while to get posted, but chemistry class is a bitch. I'll leave it at that. No, I'll say one more thing. Anyone who has just started college or is about to start next year, take this advice. Unless you absolutely need to take a Chemistry class for your major, don't take one. I made the mistake of taking Chemistry because I thought it would be fun. Out of any of the science classes I could have chosen, I pick chemistry. *bangs head on wall* That so called fun is still yet to be had......

Anyway, if this chapter seems a bit off compared to my previous work, I apologize. I wasn't too wild about doing this chapter because it is just set up for the next chapter.

Spoiler Alert: People die in the next chapter!!!!XD

I don't own Assassin's Creed or the phrase used to title this chapter. Ubisoft and Mr. Shakespeare own them.

Desmond and Lucy crept along the tree line of an old cemetery. For obvious reasons, it was decided they would be doing this mission at night. Just like Evan said, the cemetery was located only 7 miles South of the mansion. There was a small group of Assassins with them: Michael, King, and Nicolai. The five of them were all following Alice's lead.

"Why is she doing that?" Desmond whispered to Lucy. He nodded his head in Alice's direction even though Lucy was already staring at the girl (who was dressed in tight black jeans, a black turtle neck, and a matching beanie) in disbelief.

Lucy tried to form phrases, single words even, with her tongue, but all that came out of her mouth was an exhale that oddly sounded like 'I don't know.'

Alice was hopping, crawling, and occasionally skipping from the cover of tree to tree. When there were no more trees in her path, she barrel rolled and somersaulted from tombstone to tombstone. It would be assumed all of her activities would have defeated the purpose of sneaking trough the gravesite, but she was actually quieter than the rest of the group. Finally, she stopped her silly antics and stood next to a marked tombstone.

"Here," Alice whispered as she pointed to a spot in the ground. She looked at the five Assassins who were all wildly staring at her. Even the other three members of the group were confused by her overzealousness. "What?" she asked innocently.

"N-nothing," Desmond stuttered. "You sure that this is the one?" he asked as he pointed to the same spot at which she was pointing.

Alice nodded in reply and said, "Sebastian Finn." Alice received nothing in return except the same wild stares. King shifted his eyes around the cemetery as he waited for her to explain herself. She rolled her eyes at her friends and explained, "The tombstone marked 'Sebastian Finn' is where William is buried." She placed her hands on her hips and fluttered her eyes with impatience.

"Alright then," King said breaking the silence, "let's get started!" Everyone but Lucy and Alice grabbed a shovel and started digging up the grave.

Michael was the first one to thrust his shovel into the dry dirt, but he complained, "This seems so wrong, diggin' up Shakespeare's body and all. If it were some random bloke, that would be another story. But one of the greatest writer's of all time?!" His voice started in a whisper, but he was now on the verge of shouting.

"Shh!" Lucy ordered. "Are you trying to make it obvious that we are here?" she hissed to Michael.

"Aw, come on Luce," Desmond sighed as he stopped digging for a moment. "We are in the middle of nowhere. And besides, it's pretty dead out here."

Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, scrunched her eyebrows close together, and glared at Desmond. She was obviously not amused by his childish puns.

Alice, on the other hand, snorted a laugh as a small grin escaped on her face. Her face quickly became serious once she glanced at Lucy, who was now glaring at her, and said, "Sorry."

Lucy huffed in disbelief but said nothing in reply.

The eerie silence that followed the unintended confrontation sent a chill up King's spine. He promptly started humming 'Don't Fear the Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult. Eventually, everyone joined him.

"Stop!" Nikolai unexpectedly demanded. "I think I hit something!" Desmond was shocked that he spoke in a perfect American accent. He had never heard Nikolai speak before, but he assumed he was Russian.

Alice and Lucy both stood up from the tombstones upon which they were both leaning at the same time. They quickly inched closer to the guys but were too anxious to say anything.

"Alright. Be care when you dig. We don't want to break through his coffin and desecrate his body," King cautioned.

"We have already desecrated his grave!" Michael retorted. "What should we care if we crush his skull or something? Might as well rob whatever is valuable in there since we are already stealing from his grave!" He threw his shovel down and braced himself to rant some more, but Nikolai tackled him before he had time to say one more thing.

"Mike, shut the fuck up!" Nikolai demanded of Michael. "Someone may hear us out here and call the police or something!"

After a few short minutes of pausing to make sure they were still alone, the men picked up their shovels and went back to digging. Once the top was completely uncovered, King took a crow bar to the wooden coffin.

"They buried him in some lousy wooden box?" Lucy complained as King began prying the lid off of the box. Nikolai grew impatient with King's lack of progress, grabbed another crowbar, and joined him.

Desmond rolled his eyes and refocused on them on the dead poet's wooden home. "Let's just get this over with."

A few straining grunts and expletives later, the coffin top was finally loose from the rest of the coffin. A gust of air carried the stale, dusty smell from inside the coffin and paraded it through the Assassins' noses. "Ugh, this is gonna be hell on my allergies!" King mumbled as he covered his nose with his hand.

"What the?" Lucy gasped as she looked inside the wooden box. Everyone else's eyes, except Alice's, were glued to the container in the dirt. Mouths agape, the five Assassins stood at the edge of the grave and stared in amazed confusion.

"Let me see!" the impatient Alice exclaimed as she wriggled her way through Nikolai and Lucy. "Where the hell is the body?" The question sounded more morbid than she intended. The rest of the group all starred at her in horror. "Hello! He isn't here! It's just a bunch of parchment, books, and other random shit! What do we do know?"

Finally, Desmond mustered up the courage and climbed inside the coffin. As he picked up some of the writings that lay peacefully at his knees, he explained, "These aren't pieces of random shit, Alice. I think these are his actual scripts, poems, sonnets…the originals." He shuffled through the papers with excitement, adrenaline flowing through his fingers as he picked papers up and set them down. "A-ha! Here it is. Romeo and Juliet. An original copy."

Lucy and Alice felt a chill shoot up their spine into their brain stem. Their light bulbs finally went off. "Oh my God," they whispered in unison.

Desmond paid no attention to the rest of the group as he felt the history, the nostalgia, the desire, the passion, flow through his veins as he touched the fragile pieces of paper. Suddenly, he froze where he knelt.

"What is it?" Lucy asked with both concern and curiosity.

"The urn," Desmond said as he pointed to the small vase at the head of the coffin. "His ashes must be in there."

"Well, did you find the paper you were looking for?" Michael inquired with impatience.

"No, but I haven't checked the urn," Desmond mumbled. He searched through the pile of papers a little longer hoping that Shakespeare didn't literally mean 'buried with me.' Giving up hope, he reached for the vase and protectively cradled it.

Alice's eyes shot open like a deer looking at headlights. "You aren't gonna open that are you?"

Desmond sighed and but gave no reply. He untied the Assassin sash that was wrapped around the lid to keep it attached to the body of the vase. The knob felt ice cold and fiery hot at the same time between his thumb and fingertips.

Either in disgust or respect, the five Assassins around the grave turned around and stared at their feet while Desmond searched the collection of ashes inside the urn.

"Found it," Desmond said ominously. He climbed out of the grave and faced the rest of his friends. "I but everything back in its rightful place. Let's but the lid back on and rebury the coffin."

"What?" Michael shouted in frustration. "That stuff in there is worth millions, if not billions! At the very least, all that belongs in a museum!" he suggested, or demanded rather, to the group.

"Mike! What did we say about keeping it down?!" Nikolai shouted in a whisper. "Shut up!"

"But-," Michael started to reply.

"But nothing. It's Desmond's ancestor; he should be the one who decides what happens with the contents."

Desmond nodded his head in thanks towards Nikolai and said to Michael, "I'm not removing any of it. He was obviously in love with what he did to have all of his work buried with him. And five minutes ago you didn't even want to dig up the grave! I think we can look past our greed for once and show some fucking respect!"

Michael rolled his eyes, turned around, and slowly paced back and forth. Lucy tried to make out some phrases that he was mumbling, but all she could understand was a couple of 'fucks' here and there.

Once the lid was back on the coffin and the dirt once again filled the grave, the six Assassins started tracing the steps they took to the cemetery. Alice didn't feel like 'sneaking' around the forest this time. No one really felt as happy and peppy as they did before they unearthed Shakespeare's grave.

"Shh," King ordered the group as he raised his hand up for them to stop walking. "I hear something…someone."

Everyone was dying to ask him questions, but they followed his orders. They were positioned at the edge of the forest were a clearing opened up in a square type shape.

Desmond let his Eagle Vision take over and scanned the clearing and forest edge with his sight. He could make out a big blob of red to their right, but it had no definite shape. That soon changed as it made its way closer him and his friends. Seven, eight, no, ten red forms were obviously walking towards them, and they suddenly stopped once they were in the clearing.

"Good evening, Mr. Miles," a voice greeted cheerfully.

Even though he couldn't make out who the people were with his Eagle Vision sight, he knew that voice anywhere. Once his normal sight took control, he focused on the man leading the group opposite them. "Evening, Doc," he replied coolly. "I think that senility has finally caught up with you. You won't find any live subjects out here to torture, observe, and go on time-traveling field trips for you. They are kinda dead."

Vidic chuckled from the depths of the stomach. "You never fail in humoring me, Mr. Miles." The other nine Abstergo employees stood in attention behind Vidic. It was obvious they were his body guards.

Vidic continued talking about some random shit, but no one on Desmond's side paid attention. They were too busy focusing their peripheral vision on Desmond. Desmond noticed Lucy shift her weight from the back of her feet to her toes. He wrapped his hand around hers and shook his head at her. "Wait," he mouthed.

"…And to be quite frank with you, I am not here for any of the skeletons out here. I'm here for what's in your pocket." Vidic let a victorious grin stretch across his face.

How the hell did he know about that? The Assassins thought to themselves.

A sharp and cold object pressed against the front of Desmond's neck. Someone was behind him holding a knife at his neck, and everyone but he could see who it was. All he could see was that all of his friends' eyes were wide with anger, terror, defeat, and betrayal. Lucy's gripped his hand tighter, but it was suddenly torn away from Desmond's grip. Her deep blues were full of panic for what could and probably would happen to Desmond. Alice looked like a tiger backed into a corner. King and Nicolai snarled like a pair of livid dogs about to attack someone. Michael was…nowhere to be seen.

"Sorry about this Desmond," Michael said with no remorse in his voice. He sounded smug more than anything. "I got to be honest. The whole lot of you Assassins are dumber than Vidic told me."

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Somewhere in Venice That Same Night

Shaun and Rebecca were in a hotel room along the river. Rebecca was frantically searching though the luggage, bed sheets, and even a stack of papers on the desk in front of the river view window. Shaun hobbled his way into the living area of the room on his newly purchased cane.

"Are you going to call them or not?" Shaun barked at Rebecca.

"I'm looking for the damn phone, you crippled fuck!" Rebecca screamed back.

Shaun was taken by surprise at Rebecca's anger and comment. He stopped hobbling dead in his tracks and watched her as she kept searching every nook and cranny of the desk. "Have you checked the nightstand? I saw it there last night," he suggested apologetically.

"I'll go look," she hissed back. She briskly walked passed him, so he couldn't keep up with her as he followed. "You think the fucking hotel could at least have a damn phone in the room!" After a few seconds of searching the top of the nightstand, Rebecca saw the little cell phone on the floor beside it. "Found it!"

Shaun stood in the doorway of the small bedroom and said, "You should call them right away." His eyes were red and glossy, and he swallowed as he tried to hold back tears. Rebecca's words had hurt him more than he thought.

"Right," she replied. Her fingers mashed the buttons as she dialed the number Lucy had last called from; she placed the phone up to her ear as the phone rang and noticed the wounded expression on Shaun's face. "I'm so sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean that…I just…Shaun…what is gonna happen to them?"

Before Shaun could answer Rebecca, someone on the other end of the line did. "Hello? Lucy?" Rebecca asked. Shaun watched as she listened to the person on the other end. Whatever they said must have been important by what Rebecca's expression led him to believe. "That's all well and good, but I have something more urgent to talk about. Vidic, Abstergo, they know Desmond and Lucy are with you guys! As far as I know, they are going after ya'll as we speak!"

Shaun closed his eyes as he thought about what might happen to Lucy and Desmond. He knew deep down inside that if Abstergo finds and captures or kills them, it would be his fault.

I will do my best to get the next chapter done this weekend, but have oodles of papers to write. I shall try my best. The next chapter will begin with Shaun and Rebecca finding out how Vidic is now after Lucy and Desmond. And end at the beginning of the scene in this chapter. Then it will continue with our main heroes.

Anyways, thanks for reading, reviewing, and please be honest in your comments. If there is something I can improve, please tell me.

~whyduyacare