Altair, Haytham, and Connor sped down the streets of New York. It was really odd and slightly eerie that there was no one else to be seen. Since everything was quiet Connor thought now would be a good time to bring up reasoning again. "So dad...I think you have some explaining to do."

Haytham appeared to be intensely focused on the road. "I do?"

"Uh, yeah. Those...", Connor tried to come up with the appropriate term, "alternate versions of us acted like they recognized you. Why would that be?"

Altair added his own question. "And if that's so, how did one get into my house, and Ezio's?"

Haytham was quietly watching the headlights agaisnt the dark night. Then he turned to Connor, and looked as if he was going to be giving his son a life lesson instead of talking about murderous doppelgangers. "Well son your father works at Abstergo and it's a business with...varied functions. Also the people I work with don't always know not to meddle with certain things."

Connor took this next pause to voice his growing concern. "Dad...where is this going?"

"Um you see this is rather complicated to explain, but..." Then there was a loud "THU-DUNK" as something hit the car and rolled over the now closed roof of the convertible. Haytham slammed the breaks and the car skidded to a halt. "Jesus Chirst! What did I hit?"

Altair looked back. "Not so much what, but who."

Haytham was going to open his door, but Connor grabbed him. "How do we know it's not one of those...Other people?"

"I doubt that they would be able to keep up with a car, much less be in front of one."

Altair was still looking at the dark mass on the pavement. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Guys...it's getting up and walking over here!" After this he laid down and tried to conceal himself.

Haytham picked up his sword from the backseat. "It's times like this I wish I owned a gun."

The figure that was limping towards the vehicle was clothed in black and holding something. Connor held onto his dad's arm. "Why don't we just drive away!?"

Haytham tried shaking off the grip. "I would love to, but what if this is just a citizen? I could be charged with a 'Hit-and-Run'."

Altair spoke up from the back. "Yet you have a weapon. So apparently murder is fine, but heaven forbid you get a ticket."

"Don't give me attitude. Some "master assassin" you are, cowering in the..."

"Hey! I am not cowering! I'm...I'm being stealthy."

By this time the suspicious victim had made their way to the driver's tinted window and knocked hard on the dark glass. Haytham tried to arrange the sword to have it ready, yet concealed, but that was rahter difficult with the limited space. He cautiously rolled down the window.

On the other side was the last person they expected to see. Haytham let out a curse before exclaiming. "Shay!? What the fuck are you doing wandering around!? And what's in your hand?"

Shay held up what he was holding. It was a gleaming battle axe. "It's my favorite battle axe. I just sharpened it this morning."

"What the...why do you have a battle axe!?"

"Uh...because I'm waiting for the zombies"

Altair sat up. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Shay looked as confused as them. "Well...aren't there supposed to be zombies?"

There was awkward silence for awhile and then Haytham tried to make some sense. "Did...did you encounter an alternate version of yourself?"

"Should I have?"

"No...I don't think so."

Connor hadn't been keeping up with the conversation since the battle axe had been introduced. "Did you say you were hunting...z...zombies?"

Shay waved at him. "Hey Connor. Yep that's what I'm doing. That's what this Halloween special is about right?"

"We haven't encountered any...zombies, but we are running from "Other" versions of ourselves that are trying to kill us."

Shay leaned against his axe. "Huh. Could you excuse me for a moment?" Without waiting for an answer he walked out of their sight.

I was typing away on my laptop when my bedroom door was flung open and an irritated Shay Patrick Cormac was standing there.

"Alright lass you better explain what the fuck is going on!"

Even though I was flustered to have Shay in my room I was more confused and annoyed. "Language!"

"What do you mean by language?! You type words like that all the time!"

"Ahem. Actually it's the character swearing, not myself. Now why are you here? And how did you even get here?"

"Well girly I'm just a little pissed off. I thought I'd be fighting zombies, so what's up with that?"

"Um...I don't know how to break this to you but...the zombie chapter was two years ago. I didn't know about you back then. I'm sorry, but um...you missed it. Also...", I racked my brain to try and put the scattered pieces of this current chapter together, "you're not supposed to be in this special either."

"WHAT?! But...but I'm Shay Patrick Cormac! I have a freaking battle axe! And what? All I get to do is dress up like Elsa and get killed one time?!"

I shrugged. "Uh...sorry? Now would you please like to return to the story? You're really really not supposed to be here."

He held his axe up to my face. "Oh? Well I'm not leaving until I get to decapitate something."

"Are you threatening me? I can write you out of this whole story at anytime."

We narrowed our eyes at each other and then he held the sharp edge above my laptop. "Don't try me lass."

"Okay okay! I'll...I'll work something out!" Then I muttered. "This chapter really can't get any worse or random."

He smiled and turned back to the door. "Thanks a lot!"

"Hey Shay, one last thing."

"Yes?"

"Can I get a hug?"

"...No." Then he slammed my door on the way out.

After a couple of minutes Shay came running back to the convertible. "Great news guys! There's going to zombies now!"

Haytham considered hitting Shay with the car again. "How the hell is that great news?!"

"Because I got what I wanted." As he spoke, the shuffling figure of Chevalier came up behind him and sank it's zombie teeth into the Irishman's shoulder. "Bloody hell!"

The Frenchie spat out the small amount of flesh it bit off. He spoke in a dead, monotonous tone, but with the same pompous accent. "Tastes like cabbage."

Shay swung his heavy axe through the neck of his adversary and looked at his ironic wound. "Oh she is going to pay for this!"

The people in the car were still very confused by everything Shay had done. Connor was the only one who wanted to talk about it though. "Who is she?"

Shay looked up at the night sky. "She knows who she is...and what she's done." Then he held out a gun to Haytham. "Mind doing me a favor old friend?"

Haytham didn't even question where the gun came from before shooting one of his best friends in the face. "At least he finally got to use that battle axe, and damn was that one clean, quick beheading." Then Haytham offered the gun to his son. "Here, now you can have a weapon too."

Connor couldn't comprehend the last few seconds. "How...how could you do something like that?!"

Haytham shrugged. "I don't enjoy killing, I'm simply good at it. Besides, he gave me permission to stop him from being a flesh eating monster."

Altair wasn't at all affected by the violence. "I know killing is wrong or whatever, but I'm not going lie, that was kind of badass."

Haytham smiled. "Thank you young man. Now Connor...take the gun. In good conscience I can't have you without a weapon."

Reluctently Connor took the handgun. "I hope you understand that this isn't a normal father-son exchange."

"And you understand that we hardly have anything normal happen to us right?" Haytham started driving the car again, speeding away.

Altair waited a little while before asking. "So. You were saying about your...business Mr. Kenway?"

"Ah. Yes." Haytham paused for several moments. "It's kind of complicated."

Connor got over the latest traumatic scene. "Everything about this is kind of complicated, so please just explain what's going on."

"Alright, alright I'll tell you from the beginning. Awhile back my coworker, Thomas Hickey, found a golden orb that seemed to have...magic-like properties in one of the other braches of Abstergo. Now typically we leave other sectors alone, but this was quite a curiosity. So upon further investigation we found a...portal like device as well as a DNA scanner. Johnson did some poking around in their research and discovered that they planned on using DNA and what they called an "Apple" to find alternate universes where alternate versions of themselves lived. Now we probably shouldn't have done anything further, but...it's kind of hard to resist."

Altair was getting bored. "Yeah, yeah curiosity kills the cat, we get the moral. I want to know how I became involved."

"Oh, well you can blame that on Connor for not washing his hoodie more frequently."

Connor looked confused at how he could've possibly had any connection to this. "What!? How could any of this be my fault?"

"You see, I had your hoodie in my car and decided to use that for our experiment. Little did I know that you had met a few people that day, including myself. So instead of just picking up your DNA it tracked me, you, Altair, and apparently Ezio."

Altair almost climbed out of the backseat. "And you didn't DO anything about it!?"

"You have to take into account that this was very startling, we didn't have any weapons, and all these people are trained killers. However Pitcairn, he does surprisingly well with technology, found a way to reverse the program thus sorting out the universes and sending them all back."

"So we just need to find this Pitcairn."

"That would prove difficult since he, as well as my other coworkers suffered tragic deaths. On the bright side, we don't need him. The program is already in the system, all we need to do is go to Abstergo, hit a few buttons, and everything should turn out okay."

Connor was hopeful. "And since we lost those dopplegangers this should be no problem." As with everything that gives people hope, it will be ground into dust shortly after any hope is displayed.