Hey there :) I actually wrote a third one XD (Btw, from now on Desmond lives in the time of the Third Crusade ^^)
But first of all I want to thank my reviewers :)
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Hack Generation: Thx for being my first reviewer :) Although I still haven't got a clue what 'Ewwenfwefjwe' is supposed to mean ;) :D
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Inheritance
But what if I'll wither, never to hold again what I once heedlessly called mine?
What if our voices won't join and my heart will shatter into pieces?
Will you still guide me through the darkest night, not once looking back?
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Desmond had been wandering around the city for a long time now and it seemed as if the more he tried to think about how exactly he could escape this nightmare the more he lost himself in it. There was nowhere for him to hide without being found by someone who thought that taking the alley he was trying to hide in as short cut would be a great idea. Of course it would have been so much easier for him to just blend in with the crowd - if he was even able to do that - but there was this small problem.
Oh god, damn these clothes!
And exactly that was the problem. He was still wearing his jeans, shoes and his hoodie that he had been wearing back there at Abstergo. But it wasn't like he minded his clothes, actually they were pretty comfy. They just didn't quite fit into this time.
Wherever he went he attracted everyone's attention and people kept on glancing at him. After some time he had enough and put on his hood before quietly leaving the main street to find some quieter place. Since then he constantly needed to change his hiding place because someone always managed to walk by his place and he didn't dare imagining what would happen if a stranger would see him standing there, all alone in a dark alley, wearing foreign clothes and probably glaring at him like he always did when being deep in thought. And he was told that his glares could be pretty intimidating.
Desmond sighed. A few minutes ago he had found this place, hoping that no one would come this way. He couldn't remember Altaïr ever coming here before and that guy was known for taking even the deepest alleys normal people would avoid at all costs. When he didn't hear someone getting close he leaned back against the wall, crossing his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Thinking about the situation he was in didn't really help to calm him down. Whatever happened just couldn't be real but the longer he had to endure this unwanted stay the more he had to admit that it didn't feel like a dream at all. It didn't make sense and Desmond was never one to believe in fairy tales but it seemed like he had somehow travelled back in time. Moreover that would also explain why he was no longer able to contact Lucy for that matter. He just hoped that he was still somehow connected to the Animus for that was probably his only chance of getting out of here.
Desmond sighed again. His situation was getting worse every passing second. There was no way he would survive this for a long time because he had nowhere to stay at, nothing to eat and nothing to drink. Well actually he had nothing but himself and some clothes that were more of a disadvantage than they would benefit him. Being reminded of his clothes again he got frustrated.
This is a waste of time. With his eyes still closed he stretched before going back to his previous position. Now the first thing he had to do was to get new clothes or otherwise he could surrender himself to the guards right now because they'd probably arrest him for looking suspicious the minute they saw him walking innocently through the city, anyway. But he had no idea how to do that for he still hadn't got any money and there was nothing he could trade it for.
Looking for a job was also out of the question because even if he'd find something that fast they wouldn't hire him with these clothes. Whatever he thought of, his clothes would always be a hindrance. Therefore there was only one option left. Pickpocketing.
Now he'd never done it before and didn't quite now if it was a wise decision but there was nothing else he could do. Of course it would be even harder for him because s everyone around him would already be cautious thanks to his clothes. Therefore the chance of getting caught was immensely high. But Desmond still needed to try, being tired of restraining himself for he had done that for too long now thanks to Abstergo and the doc. The only problem was – what exactly had he had to do?
He'd seen Altaïr stealing all kinds of things, like throwing knives or even important documents and it has always seemed to be so easy. He guessed that stealing some money instead of those things wouldn't make that much of a difference but that didn't change the fact that he had no idea how to do it. It wasn't like he just had to bump into someone whilst quickly taking the money that hopefully was somewhere in the clothing and then walking away as fast as possible without looking too suspicious, - right?
But if so, he was utterly screwed. There was no chance he could do this secretly whilst still wearing these clothes. Not that wearing nothing at all would make the situation any better but it'd probably had a very similar effect. Going unnoticed was therefore as good as impossible.
Sighing a third time in a row Desmond slowly opened his eyes, not minding the welcomed breeze that whirled through his hair, still with him having his hood on. He couldn't decide what to do.
Obviously it was a nearly impossible task to steal money but considering that he needed some to survive, this was his only option. As he was still discussing with himself about what to do he closed his eyes again, if only for a few seconds, before he stood up, brushing the dust off his jeans. From here he could hear the voices from the main road ringing through the streets, banishing the silence. That meant that the street was still crowded with people. So it was now or never.
This is my only chance.
Desmond started walking towards the sound of the busy streets to get what he needed. Money.
Fortunately he still remembered his way back to some street where most people were too busy to notice what was going on around them. Now the only thing he had to do was walking inconspicuously through the streets, even with these clothes on. To be on the safe side he kept his hood on.
And then there it was. The street was as busy as ever with merchants trying to sell their items, some people who discussed something about a trade and just those who seemed to be in a hurry, being his chosen victims. Perfect.
Desmond stood there, analysing the situation before slowly walking beside a group of people who seemed to be too distracted to notice him walking with them. Actually until now no one had paid attention to him and he was already looking for his first victim. But he couldn't find anyone who probably wouldn't notice his attempt. So for a long time he just stayed with that small group that was discussing something about some King, with that being actually the only word he could understand. He knew that his whole plan would fail if he wasn't going to act now but he was just so - afraid?
In the present there was at least some justice, some rules that would keep him alive but this was a completely different matter. If they'd catch him doing this he'd end up as a long-time prisoner or even dead because they'd probably also think that he was some kind of spy or enemy thanks to his clothes. Now that he thought about it the whole thing was all because of his damn clothes. Otherwise this could be so much easier. But still – he didn't want to rush this for no one would help him here. However if he was just going through the streets, not doing anything, he'd end up dead, as well. This is such a fucked up situation.
So what to do now? He couldn't just do nothing. He had to this. And that's what he did.
As the next person got close to him he left the safety of his group and quickly bumped into the man.
Without hesitation his hand looked for the place most people hid their money at and there it was. A small bundle with coins in it. He grabbed it before leaving the man alone as fast possible, making his way over to the next corner where he somewhere wanted to hide at. Victory was already in his mind but then he turned around, as the man from before suddenly started to scream. Desmond couldn't understand what he was saying, but as the man pointed his finger at him, two angry guards pushed several people out of their way, walking directly to where he was standing. Desmond's face paled, suddenly having a very good idea of what those words had meant and within seconds he was running away, the two guards still behind him. After he had turned right Desmond knew exactly where he was, again. Somehow he had to use this knowledge as his advantage. But then again, the guards probably knew the city even better. So whatever he thought of he had no other chance than to lose them somehow. But after minutes of endless running, whilst pushing people out of his way he noticed that breathing was getting harder.
When he had still been in Altaïr's body he'd never had this problem because Altaïr's stamina was better than every racer could ever hope for. But running has never been a favourite sport of him and therefore his stamina sucked and not just a bit. The guards were getting closer as he got slower every passing second. He knew that he couldn't keep this up. He had to do something.
As he crossed another bigger street, he followed it this time instead of running into the next alley just ahead of him. Some people curiously stared at him, but went back to what they had been doing before just seconds after. With that Desmond managed to somehow blend in with the crowd. Taking a careful glance back he saw the two guard coming from the alley, first confused, then frustrated as they realised that they couldn't see him. At first they kept on looking through the crowd, so he turned around, carefully walking forward. The second time he turned around he could see the guards going into the opposite direction. Relief washed over him and after a few steps he went left into the next alley. It was quite dark, the perfect place to hide at.
Desmond slowed down, now just walking. He caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his face, as he already saw the main street straight ahead of him. Deciding that he needed to calm down for a few minutes he let himself fall to the ground, now being in a sitting position. With his face turned to the sky he slowly closed his eyes. This was even harder than he'd expected, even though he had already thought of the worst. He didn't even dare to think of what would have happened if they'd caught him. But then he remembered that it wasn't all in vain. Hastily he opened his eyes, looking at the bundle in his hand. Even though Desmond kept most of his emotions invisible to others he couldn't stop the grin forming on his lips. This was just amazing. Now he had what he needed.
And I survived.
With the money he had stolen he'd probably be able to buy new clothes and even though that was just a small step it was the key to survive here. Carefully Desmond opened the bundle, letting the content fall on his hand. But whatever it was, it was no money. Then he realised that there probably wasn't such a thing like currency. So that meant it was still all about trade or gold, silver and bronze. Looking at the coins in his hand he wondered just how much money he had right now. It could be a thousand and at the same time as good as nothing.
Desmond sighed. He could try buying some clothes, risking the chance of not having enough money. But then again they could also trick him, taking more money than it was worth if they'd notice his insecurity. As Desmond was about to put the coins back into the bundle he noticed that there was still something in it. With a swift movement he widened the opening of the bundle a bit and suddenly he heard something fall on the ground. Quickly he searched for it but it was so dark that it took some time. But then he grabbed something cold. Whilst raising his arm he tried to identify whatever he was holding. It looked like some sort of ring with a gem but there was something more. The ring only served as a holder of a piece of paper. Carefully not to rip it he took it our. As he separated them from each other he put the ring and the coins back into the bundle, keeping the sheet of paper still in his left hand. Then he curiously opened it, only to be disappointed just seconds after.
Of course the message was written in Arabic. He should have considered that a bit earlier. Luck sure wasn't on his side. Knowing that he somehow needed to learn the language he folded the paper and put it into his pocket. Now he had to find another, safer place to wait at until it got darker. And then he'd buy some new clothes because even if he hadn't got enough money, the ring looked old and expensive. Having this in mind his mood went drastically up.
Breathing in he went out of the alley, joining a new group of people to blend in with. But it didn't work. The people stared at him, frightened. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come here, still in his modern clothes whilst probably grinning like a maniac. Most people took a step back and then he heard someone screaming. Again. Desmond winced at the sound and as he turned around he recognised the two guards that were glaring at him. It were the same as before for he could still remember that scar on the face of the left one.
You're kidding, right? This just couldn't be happening. Not five minutes ago he was able to lose them and now they were already back, again. Seconds ago his mind had been full of hope, full of joy like he'd never felt before. Before his life could haven been described as dull but this new thing where his life was at stake, he could only feel – and he knew that it was wrong but – was it excitement?
Without turning around he started to run again, this time knowing what to do. Most people were already out of his way so he made his way over to the next alley on the left side. Too late he realised that there were more guards and then suddenly he had 4 pursuers.
Just my luck. Now having to rethink the whole situation he made a sharp turn and took instead of the left alley the right one. He knew that not far away from here there was a ladder leading up to the roof tops. Giving his all he turned right as the next corner was in sight and then there it was. Quickly he climbed up the ladder, taking two stairs with one step until he finally reached the top. But he couldn't stop here for he could already hear the voices of his pursuers following him on the rooftops. The only option Desmond had left now was jumping to the next rooftop. But the thing was, even though Altaïr had always made it look so easy, he was pretty sure that that wasn't the case. It was probably the excitement still left within him that eventually made him jump, but seconds after he stood on another roof, safe and sound. Behind him, or so he guessed, the first guard reached the top.
Quickly he began to jump. He jumped from one roof to another, sometimes taking turns to lose the guards. With the opposing wind against his face it felt like flying. And he loved it. Never in his life had he felt so free. Free from all those demand, free from the control they had had over him. For a second he forgot where he was but then there was that voice screaming from below. It was one single world and even though it was still in Arabic, Desmond knew it all too well.
The four guards looked down, conversing with the one shouting from the ground and then suddenly one of the four sounded like he was cursing before making his way to the ground, directing the other three to follow him. Just a few seconds after all of them were gone.
Desmond didn't know what had made them do that but he guessed that it had something to do with the Assassin's for that was the word he was able to understand. Probably they were after some assassin and needed more people. Well, whoever it was he silently thanked him for distracting the guards. Now that he was safe he took a few steps back before making his way over to another roof top, not wanting to be found sitting at the same place. As he yet again jumped to another one he sat down. Now it was time for him to wait and not seconds after he already drifted away.
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As he woke up the sun was already going down, making the sky shimmer in a beautiful mixture of orange and red. Realizing that he had taken an unwanted nap his eyes snapped open, searching his surroundings for any kind of danger. But fortunately there was none. His shoulders relaxed and he changed from a defensive stance, he hadn't even realised being in, to a more comfortable position.
Now that is was getting dark it was time for him to get some new clothes. Standing up, he stretched, for his limbs still felt a bit numb and he didn't dare leaving a safe place without being properly prepared. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Looking over the edge Desmond could see that no one was down there. Now he just needed to find a way down. Walking from one spot to another he looked for a ladder where he could climb down but there was none. And that proofed to be a real problem because now he had no idea how to get down.
Sure, when he had been smaller he had been trained to become an assassin but that was years ago and climbing has never been part of the regular schedule. But somehow he had to get down. Of course he could just jump to other roof tops and maybe there would be a ladder but who knew when exactly he'd find one. Not wanting to risk that, he analysed which way would be the best way down. After standing there for a few minutes he felt utterly stupid. And yet again this would have been no problem if he'd still in Altaïr's body. But he wasn't.
And the worst thing – it felt like someone was watching him the whole time. Yet every time he looked around there was no one. However the moment he turned around to go back to planning his way down he could feel those eyes on his back. It was creeping him out but right now he had better things to do, like somehow getting back down. He couldn't wait forever, so he sighed before slowing kneeling down and then swinging his legs over the edge. Knowing that his stalker was probably still watching him hanging there like some idiot made the whole thing harder for Desmond but with a firm grip on the edge, his feet searched for something solid to stand on. With this tactic he somehow finally managed to successfully climb down without getting hurt. That this had probably been the easiest part of his whole plan wasn't something he wanted to think about, so he slowly made his way through the alley,those eyes still following him. He just knew it.
But he didn't care for it seemed like the owner of those eyes didn't mean any harm. At least for now.
As he walked out of the alley, the first thing he noticed was its emptiness. The street which had been filled with hundreds of people just a few hours ago, was now as good as empty. Most of the merchants were already packing their things together, their customers long gone. Of course that also meant that he couldn't hide in the crowd but he just hoped that the guards were somewhere else. Looking to the sides Desmond searched for someone who was selling clothes. After some time he noticed that his observer was gone whilst at the same time he found the perfect sales stall. Quickly he walked over to the man, for he could already saw him packing his things together, as well.
As he stood in front of him, the man looked up at him, examining Desmond like some test subject.
Desmond pointed at his clothes and then at a weird clothing that the man was selling. Well, it had to do for now. Confused the man started to talk him, his head slowly tilting as he spoke. But Desmond didn't even understand one word. Of course this had to happen to him. He had planned to do this all without having to speak, hoping that showing what he wanted would suffice. He should have known that wasn't going to work. As the man stopped talking Desmond didn't know what to do next.
Just maybe -
"You wouldn't be speaking English by any chance, would you?", Desmond asked.
The man narrowed his eyes. - I thought so.
Desmond sighed as the man started to talk again, this time a bit more aggravated. What was he supposed to do now? Obviously that merchant wasn't going to sell him something that easily.
But said man was still speaking, his voice a bit accusing even though Desmond wasn't exactly sure why. Well, if this wasn't going to work he had to use another method.
Searching his pocket for the bundle, he pointed at the man's clothing and then at the coins he was now holding in his hand. Hopefully the merchant would understand what he wanted to say.
But even though he knew that the people here weren't too friendly with foreigners, he didn't exactly expect this reaction.
The man's eyes widened and suddenly he was screaming like some madman, waving and then pointing at me. It felt like a deja-vu as a guard jogged around the corner, all of a sudden freezing as he saw me. Please, not again.
Desmond didn't know why but the man in front of him obviously thought he was some kind of thief.
And yet again, Desmond turned around and started to run in the opposite direction of where the guard was standing. This already seemed to be part of his daily routine. Failing and then being chased by guards. How nice.
Cursing as he tried to outmanoeuvre his pursuer, Desmond ran through the streets, thinking of a good strategy. He could try finding a new house with a ladder but then again he had no idea where to find one. So his strategy was running and hoping he'd be faster than they. Probably that was not the best plan but luring his pursuer into a dark alley wouldn't work because he had no weapon. Even if he had one he might have been inferior, considering the fact that the last time he'd fought lay way back in the past. On top of that he couldn't remember ever having to fight with a sword. No one has ever taught him how to fight with one because it wasn't necessary in the present. So he'd probably loose anyway. Not that he wanted to try it so he kept on running. But then at same point he had an idea. If he'd go left in a few seconds he'd enter a narrow alley with a lot of places to hide at. Of course there was also the chance of getting caught but right no he was confident enough to try it nonetheless because actually there weren't any more options left, except for keeping on running. And that'd eventually end in a real bad way. So now that he had turned left he hectically searched for a hiding place, immediately being rewarded by seeing a hay bale. The thing was he wasn't exactly sure if that would work. The guard couldn't be that stupid – could he?
But Desmond hadn't got any time to think about that any longer as he could already hear the guard getting closer. With a swift move he jumped into the hay bale, being careful not to make it fall apart.
Fortunately he made it in time as he heard the guard turning into the alley, as well.
Then he slowed down and Desmond could hear him getting closer to where he was hiding at. Holding his breath he waited for anything to happen but then suddenly the guard just stopped, probably standing directly in front of the hay bale.
I knew this was a stupid idea. Inwardly he cursed. Of course he'd find him. Not even a guard would be so stupid to ignore such an obvious hiding place. So what made him think he'd be safe in here?
But even after minutes nothing happened. It seemed like the guard was already gone but then again he couldn't have possibly left because there hadn't been any sound of movement. And that in turn could only mean that the guard was still standing there. Suddenly he heard a small thud and then the silence was back again. Desmond listened closely but there was nothing. Maybe the guard knew that he was hiding in here and had fun tantalising him in some way, only to kill him a bit after. Letting something fall to the ground was probably just a way to lure him out, making it all the more fun. Therefore Desmond waited for the moment where the guard would lose his patience.
But nothing came. This is weird.
By now he had thought something would have happened but there was nothing but silence. Carefully Desmond took a deep breath, after all the small ones hadn't been sufficient. But as he breathed in, the hay proofed to be in the way and all of a sudden he got a coughing fit. Because of his distress he sat up, trying to get some fresh air. His lungs were hurting for some of his saliva had gotten into his airway and the coughs got worse. After a while it slowly got better and the coughing eased. He could feel the hay being everywhere. On his head, in his face, on his back, on his legs. It was everywhere. It pricked, itching whenever Desmond moved. Shaking his head to get the hay off it he suddenly saw some red liquid at his feet. Realizing in what exact situation he was in, he leaped to his feet, trying to fight of his enemy. But as he looked around there was none. Surprised he let his arms fall back, standing straight. Where was his enemy? Taking a small step forward Desmond looked for any kind of danger. When he couldn't see anyone he went back. But suddenly he felt his feet getting wet. Looking down, the realisation hit him. The red liquor he had seen was blood.
As he followed the blood trail his head slowly turned to the left.
And there it was. Right next to the hay bale was the dead body of the guard that had been chasing him not too long ago. The blood was still flowing out of his neck. Getting closer Desmond noticed that a throwing knife was sticking in his artery, creating a clean-cut. A cold shiver ran down his spine. Whoever did this obviously knew what he was doing. The fact that he killed this guard also meant that he had been following Desmond until this very moment and was probably still watching. That would also explain the feeling of being watched since the moment he had waken up. But as Desmond looked around he couldn't see any one, again. Now the real question was what the stranger wanted. First he was watching him and now this. What exactly did he think he'd gain from doing all this? Being utterly confused Desmond leaned over the dead body. But as he tried to take out the throwing knife the body started to twitch. He winced at that, jumping back immediately.
His heart beat increased rapidly but he soon realised that the body stayed where it was. This time he took a few steps before quickly ripping the knife out of the body. For a second he also thought about taking the clothes but then again they were already full of blood and he didn't know if it would somehow raise suspicion if he'd wear them. He could already imagine in what bad situation it could bring him. Therefore he only took the throwing knife. Looking at his clothes he saw that there was no blood on it. Relief washed over him as he carefully cleaned the blade with the still clean part of the guards clothing. Well at least he now got some sort of weapon. With that in mind he thought of what to do now. He still had the money, the ring and that weird message but no clothes. He also didn't want to try buying new clothes, again, after what had happened. So he somehow had to get them through another way. Sighing, Desmond already knew what would await him. If he couldn't buy some clothes, he had to steal some. Looking up he realised that the sun was already gone and it was slowly getting dark. So plan C was going to start very soon.
He just had to find some house to break in to without getting noticed. A thing he'd obviously win hands down, as he had already demonstrated even two times this day. So of course this was going to be a piece of cake for him. Who am I kidding?
Desmond knew all too well that his chance of success was about one percent. As he finished cleaning his blade he stood up, still not knowing what to do now. But he surely wasn't going to go the way back he came from so he put the knife under his shirt and walked further into the alley. Maybe he should stay here until it was dark enough. But then again it was never a good idea to stay at one spot. Putting his hands into his pocket he kept on walking, whilst thinking about what happened. He knew that he somehow travelled back in time with the help of the Animus. What he didn't know was how to get back. If he'd stay here too long this could be the death of him. He would be probably able to cover himself for a while but he didn't think he could survive here for long time. Or maybe he would survive this but he'd end up as a long-time prisoner, which wouldn't make his situation any better.
As he followed the course of the alley he suddenly heard some dull voices. Now being completely awake he tried to identify their location. It seemed like they were coming from further ahead. Quietly he followed their sound. As the alley spilt up into two, he stopped. Listening closely he decided to follow the right way. As the voices suddenly stopped he halted. But curiosity wouldn't let him go so he started to walk again. Shortly after he saw a shadow on the wall in front of him. Carefully he tiptoed a bit further up to the corner, pressing his back against the wall, before slowly glancing over the edge.
There were two guards, one holding a torch in his head. Both of them weren't talking, just grinning at each other. For a few minutes they stayed quiet before the one with the torch started to speak again.
"You know what that means, don't you?", the man's grin only widened.
"We caught him. Now we'll be rich and famous." The other one laughed darkly.
As they talked Desmond realised that he could understand them. They were speaking English. But in a way that made sense since they were Templars, probably from England. Desmond didn't know much about the Third Crusade, but he knew that the Templars, directed by Richard I of England, wanted to spread the Christianity in Jerusalem. Or something like that. So them being able to speak English was to be expected, although he had never heard them speaking English before whilst he had still been inside of Altaïr's body. But being able to understand what they were saying also made him wonder. Who exactly did they caught that would make them act like that?
"And in no time we'll have all of them. It's his, take a look", one said whilst searching his clothes.
Leaning a bit more over the edge, Desmond saw him taking out a short blade from under his clothes. It looked unique with its adornment on its hilt. As he inspected the blade, one of the two guards started to talk again. Instantly Desmond knew that they were talking Arabic again. Out of all times they could speak Arabic, why did it have to be now? As they kept on talking Desmond looked back at the blade. It irked him that the blade was so familiar but at the same time he he didn't know where he knew it from.
But already seconds after he was enlightened by the guards as one of them chuckled, before saying only one word.
'Altaïr'
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How could he have been so stupid? Of course it had been Altaïr's blade. He didn't even know anyone else's short blade. After Desmond had realised that it was indeed Altaïr's blade he hadn't wasted any time and immediately made his way over to Malik's bureau. He wasn't able to safe Altaïr on his own, that much he knew, but if could get Malik to help him and in doing so maybe even some more assassin's, Altaïr could be saved.
But now that he stood on the roof of the bureau, now that he only had to jump down, he understood that he couldn't ask for help. They wouldn't believe him and he had no evidence. Maybe they would even kill him because he knew of the bureau. The more Desmond thought about it the less sense it made for him to enter. Instead of helping he'd be more of a new hindrance or even a danger to them.
Sighing, Desmond jumped back to another roof top where he knew was also a ladder, before slumping down as he safely reached it. His whole day had been nothing but a mess and now Altaïr was captured by those damn Templars, and he as the only one who knew about couldn't do anything because it would raise too much suspicion. That would only make things more complicated. However the thing that worried him the most was the fact that the Templars knew Altaïr's name. There was no way someone could have told them unless there was a traitor within their Brotherhood. Thinking of that Desmond was nothing more than a nervous wreck. Never in his life had he ever felt so helpless as today. Not even when he was kidnapped by Abstergo.
But who could be the traitor? He didn't remember anyone from his textbooks but then again it seemed like they were lacking most of the important information, making the stories incomplete and therefore also often plain wrong.
For that matter Desmond had already tried to contact Lucy but he couldn't reach her. Now being all alone not only made him feel helpless, but also frightened. Frightened of what happened, frightened of what still awaited him. But moreover - he was frightened of what would happen if wasn't able go back.
Having these new feelings made him tense and he didn't know how to deal with them. Back in the present he had always known what to do, how to react and what to say. Analysing people and anticipating their behaviour was getting easier with the time until finally he was able to read most of them like an open book. But here, in the past, he wasn't able to do that. People thought differently and even though he was probably still good at analysing his counterpart, a lot of things would go amiss. And that thought of not having the upper hand scared him.
Lying down in a comfortable position, Desmond shivered. Thinking back of what had happened made him all the more scared. Nonetheless it also frustrated him.
He was thrown into the past, with no money and even though he had some now, the street vendors would only call the guards if he dared to buy something with it. So it had no use to him.
Besides that he couldn't even speak the language and knew no one here or rather no one knew him.
But that being not enough, Altaïr was now being trapped by the Templars who seemed to know their enemy very well if they even knew Altaïr's first name.
Looking at it like that, it couldn't have gotten any worse. And even though he knew it was a useless attempt, he knew that he had to at least try it.
As Desmond slowly close his eyes, his last thought was about saving Altaïr from those bastards.
He didn't know why but it felt like his duty to help him after all they've been through together, even though Altaïr might haven't even realised it.
So regardless of being all by himself now, with no one to aid him, he'd save him.
No matter what.
That's it :D
...you know I think I know why I don't like my chapters:
→ there is no 'reading flow' if you know what I mean :O
→ I really want to update on time so I always try to write a new chapter in a few hours … and
now I realised that it's getting pretty obvious that I only want to finish it :'( Sorry! :/
About the couple :
m/m : 1
m/w: 1
Alt/Des: 5
but you can still vote :)
LG from Germany *hug*