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Chapter 25 - The Journey Ahead
Desmond told me. He told me nearly everything except about my past. He told me about Lucy, about the Apple, about his messed up life. I realised how much guilt I felt for being so mean to him all the time.
"Des... I'm... Sorry." I said shaking my head in disbelief
He smiled. "It's ok, kid. It's not like this is your fault. It's all Abstergo, those fucking idiots" He shook his head.
"Yup." I nodded. "So when do we get back?"
"It should be soon but it's gonna be hard. They're looking for you and to be honest us as well" Desmond answered rubbing the back of his neck. "I've still gotta finish with Ezio"
"Desmond?"
"Yeah?"
"What did Subject 16 mean when he said that he'd left pretty drawings for you in Abstergo?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "How did you... It doesn't matter"
"Why were my parents killed?" I asked swallowing nervously.
"We were hoping you would answer that for us"
"But you know I can't rem-"
"It'll come to you" He said rising to go.
"Ok whatever." I answered.
"Goodnight!" He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Ha. Ha. Your SO funny Des" I laughed sarcastically.
"I know!" he said winking, before he closed the door.

We must have been talking for about an hour and a half. I still hadn't told him anything about me or Dani or what I experienced. But at least now, I understand what we're doing here, well I kinda understand...
I sat in my bed hugging my knees thinking of my friends. I mean, I was such a loner, my friends lived hundreds of years ago. Except Tia. How I missed my normal life. I'd seen it in my memories. It seemed so peaceful. And peace seemed like paradise to me but the world will never be at peace. Never.
Suddenly a loud bang from downstairs grabbed me from my thoughts.

I sprinted down stairs. Desmond had grabbed my arm.
"Get your stuff, we're going." he said. I nodded and rushed back up.
When I came back Desmond was holding the door that had appeared out of nowhere, as best as he could.
"We're not home!" He shouted. Shaun and Rebecca were behind him with everything of theirs packed away as well.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Shaun sighed impatiently at Desmond's joke.
"Your the one wh-" Desmond started through gritted teeth but Rebecca stopped him.
"Shut up guys, Abstergo are probably at our door right now!" She shouted.
There was another bang. Desmond let go of the door. I gave him an ARE-YOU-CRAZY look. He just nodded at me. What was that supposed to mean! Then the door burst open.

There were 2 men standing in our house. They reminded me of the movie Men In Black because of their awesome black shades. I shivered, standing stock still.
"Subject 15, subject 17. your coming with us." One of them extended their hand out to me.
"No. Get the fuck away from her." Desmond growled at them, keeping his ground. I smirked and folded my arms at them.
One of the raised their hand to Desmond and a clicking sound bounced around my ears. A gun! Desmond looked back desperately at me, like I was supposed to do something.
"Hand her over or you all die, and she will still be taken. Your choice." the other said. Suddenly the smirk was wiped off of my face and my hands fell back limply to their sides. Had I heard those voice's before? I shook my head as one of them came near me. I backed off until I bumped into the kitchen counter. Desmond leaped on the guy, attacking him and knocking the gun out of his hand.
Shaun and Rebecca quickly dropped their stuff and went to help him.
The other man came closer to me. They hadn't noticed but the man had slinked past them. His dark grey eyes glaring down at me.
"I was sent to finish this job." he said with the twang of a southern accent.
"Unlucky you wont get the chance to." I retorted, feeling for the knife that was always on the kitchen counter. But when I looked back it was at the other side of the room, I cursed to myself.
"A little fierce for a 12 year old, aren't ya?" The grey eyed guy hissed. I started to move back, pretending to be scared. I felt along the worktops as the man went on taunting me. Finally I crashed into the end counter. It hurt my back so I winced a little.
"Oh, is the little baby hurt?" He sneered. I scowled at him. "Looks like your not the only one." He gestured behind him to Desmond and the others, fighting the other massive guy. Desmond would've finished him off by now, what was up with him?
I directed my glare back to the skinnier, angrier man in front of me. He raised his fist.
"I know just the right place to hit you little girl, then it'll be lights out!" He snarled. I started frantically searching for the knife with my hand behind my back. When I felt it I accidentally grabbed the blade instead of the handle and it created a nasty cut on my palm.
I refused to show pain in front of this guy but it was hard so I bit my lip.
"Scared? Ready to give in?" He said, noticing my behaviour.
"Never." I growled.
And with that he pounded down with his fist but I defended it with the kitchen knife. It gashed across his knuckles deeply and he crouched forward in pain. I sprinted over to help Desmond but I could suddenly feel my hair being dragged back.
There is nothing worse than getting your hair pulled, and especially dragged. The man was pulling my hair, so hard I could feel it falling out. Then I screamed. Desmond whipped his head around at me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and used all of my strength to tug out of his grasp. The man took me by the shoulders and lifted me off of the ground so my feet were inches above the ground. I kicked him and struggled but his grasp was so firm I could hardly move. Suddenly he started to squeezed them so hard I thought I felt a bone moving. I yelped with pain, squeezing my eyes shut. I could hear the man laugh darkly.
I couldn't open my eyes. The pain was getting overwhelming, I could literally hear my bones rubbing against one another. Then I was freed. The man let go of me and I fell to the ground head first, bashing my head on the tile floor. He had been planning to do that all along. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry and my head had a sharp pain in the side. I tried to get up, pushing with my arms. But that clicked my shoulders back into place, even though that was good it hurt like hell making me scream. I fell limply back to the floor. A buzzing noise filled my ears and I could feel my eyes clouding with tears. The man put his boot on my face pressing harder making me get squashed against the floor.
"Alicia!" I head Desmond shout for me. I couldn't shout back let alone speak as a huge lump had formed in my throat making it impossible to talk, even to breathe. I started to panic. My heart started to beat faster than it ever had before and the pounding overcome the buzzing noise in my ears. Was I seriously going to die? After all of THIS? This utter crap. This pain and this torture. The stupid Animus session that had gone wrong. For THIS to happen?

I tried to control my aching body but it was impossible. The man let his foot go and crouched down to me.
"I won." He whispered into my ear, evilly.
"N... N-O. You didn't." I managed. He let out a great booming laugh.
"No? I already have!" He slapped me across the cheek. I winced. With all my strength I kicked him where it hurts- my signature move. While he crouched in pain I struggled back on my elbows and grabbed a handle on the counter cupboards to drag myself up. I panted and breathed in-and-out to calm my vocal chords and then:
"How you doing over there?" I shouted.
"Great." Desmond managed to say back, he was wrapped in a headlock at the moment. Shaun and Rebecca had disappeared. I sighed as I waited for this man to stand back up.
"Wow, you really know how to keep a person waiting don't you?" I said, still panting from the fight.
Then his head shot up.
Suddenly I felt huge crushing hands around my waist. He started to squeeze until I could no longer move any of my body.
"Get-the fuck off- me!" I snarled through gritted teeth.
"Oh, mind your language." The man taunted. "I've heard about your father, just as foul as you are. And like your mother, you got the pretty looks but it don't cover up your attitude."

I growled angrily and struggled out of his grasp. I kicked his face and sent him flying on to his back.
"I could pretty much crush your balls right now... if you want me to?" I hissed, tilting my head a little.
"You little fu-"
I heard a horrible cracking sound, then the man no longer moved. Desmond was standing there with his foot on the man's head. The man had a Broken neck.
"Thanks bro." I said, being weird. Desmond was still panting and his face was flushed.
"Why couldn't you just do it?" He breathed, leaning on the table beside him. "I'm frigging exhausted." he held his side with his other hand.
"Ugh, don't be such a-" I tried to step forward but nearly lost my balance and, to be honest, it burned. I grimaced with pain, biting my lip.
"Such a?" Desmond questioned, smirking.
"Shut up." I snapped and his smirk turned into a grin.
"Okay, boss." He saluted to me. I rolled my eyes, fighting my urge to smile.
"Where are-"
"Out." Desmond snapped back quickly.
"Well, ok... Out where?" I said.
"The van." He said shortly.
"Okayyyy..." I said slowly.
"C'mon wimp." He said reaching for my arm and helping me across the floor.
"I hate you." I mumbled.
"Love you to!" He grinned back.
"Ugh, Desmond you are the worst" I groaned. "Your just as bad as Clay-" I stopped myself.
"Clay? Wait, thats a name right?" Desmond stopped and narrowed his eyes at me.
"It... Uh... Doesn't matter anymore." I said looking down.
"Oh yeah?" Desmond retorted.
"Just some person I remember." I said quickly.
"I thought you said you couldn't remember any-"
I clapped my hands and interrupted him.
"Take me to the van, servant!" I said.
"You can walk yourself the rest of the way, your getting to much like Shaun." Desmond said, shaking his head slightly.
"I am NOT!" I retorted.
"So are."
"So not!"
"So are!"
"So NO-"
Our childish fights were interrupted by a car screech outside. Desmond picked me up and raced out. There had been a crash. I gulped. Desmond put me down. It wasn't the van but an abstergo business car. I shuddered with fear.
They've sent more to get me.