He felt like he was floating again. He'd actually been feeling like this lately. He was aware that he would fall asleep, but when he would wake, he was seeing white. Stimulus reached his ears, rushing water, birds chirping, a soft hum of a woman that he couldn't see. He could feel a cool breeze on his flesh, feel the warmth of the sun on his cheeks.
He knew what had happened to him. He hadn't forgotten even though he was sure that Abstergo was trying to get him to forget. He had been sent out to kill his enemy, and everything had went wrong. He pursed his lips.
He felt stronger...a little more reserved than he had been since he'd first woken so many hours–days?– ago. He didn't know how long he'd been in the animus–which he was sure he was in now– but he felt like he was /ready/. There was a brief sound of whirring machinery and he shut his eyes again, going under the guise of sleep.
"His brainwaves are normal, not nearly as erratic as they were beforehand.' came a females voice. Lucy. He could hear her fingers frantically typing upon the keyboard. Now that he was no longer under the influence of the animus, he could feel that he was hooked up to quite an array of wires.
"His body has been reacting to normal stimulus. No more spasms. Zeus did a number on him." she sounded like she was frowning.
"It's a good thing that we found him when we did. The chip only allows us certain controls..." came Vidic's voice. "I can't afford for him to get destroyed. Not like Subject 16." he said slowly.
"Who's Subject 16." Desmond asked calmly, causing both scientists to start. He opened his eyes, watching as Lucy slowly looked back to Warren, who was frowning slightly to himself. "It's no one important." she said slowly as she moved away from the laptop before moving over to him as he started to sit up, turning his body so that his feet dangled over the sides.
She smiled and pulled out some cards. "I'm glad to see that you're awake finally." she said to him with a small smile. "How long have I been out.." he asked her slowly. "A month. We're just going to run a few tests alright?" she asked, pointedly looking back at Warren, who scoffed. Desmond arched his brow–for one he was surprised that he had been out for so long, and at the same time irked that she wanted to run tests immediately at his waking– and she showed him the first card.
"...an apple." Was this woman serious? She showed another card. "Cat. Is this really necessary?" he asked her slowly. "Yes. it is."
"Dog."
"Banana."
"...abacus?" Lucy grinned and nodded her head and she moved over to the side, pulling out some slides. 'Alright, I'm going to show you these, and you're going to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind from what you see." she said. She turned the white board over. Random ink blots formed a shape.
"...a bottle of liquor." he said slowly, turning his head to the side as she showed him another. "...a man." She blinked. "And how does this man make you feel?" "...I don't like him."
She pulled out another slide.
"...a bear. no..a butterfly...damnit Lucy do I really have to look at these stupid ass ink blots!" he asked. Lucy looked at his brain wave meter and noticed that it was calm. She sighed. "Alright." Now, stand up."
He stood. "How do you feel?" she asked. "I feel fine?" he said arching his brow at her. 'A little annoyed that you're making me go through these pointless tests."
"Alright, I want you to shift." she stated. Desmond was silent for a few moments and his eyes bled away to gold, he seemed to thin out slightly in the face, stubble, wavy hair different from Desmonds one slightly more curly hair, his stance shifted and his chest showed more prominent muscle. There was a shink of metal as it slid out of his left hand at the wrist, a ring finger that had once been there missing. She noted the brain waves increased through the shift before calming again.
She nodded her head writing it down. "Good. Shift back." she said. Desmond wordlessly did so and his form relaxed. "Well everything seems to check out." she said slowly and Warren nodded his head. Desmond scratched the back of his head silently. 'I want answers Lucy, Vidic. Who is Subject 16." he eyed the other man.
Warren had watched the whole thing with a detached expression. 'Subject 16 is...an odd case, to make things simple. Obviously he is someone like yourself Subject 17." he replied. "You know, perhaps it would be best that you meet him. I'm sure that he would be overjoyed." he stated.
Desmond frowned slightly. He didn't trust Warren. "....what do I get out of meeting him." he stated. "Enlightenment." Warren replied. "Come with me." he said and Desmond, a little unwillingly followed the man out of the room.
"I will warn you, Subject 16 is dangerous." he said. "Dangerous?" "Yes, he killed one of my lab assistants and went on to use her blood as paint for his...writings."
Desmond paused and stopped walking. "No. I'm not going then." he stated. Vidic looked back at him with a small smirk. "Who said that I was giving you a choice 17? You know what happens if you disobey...that little chip reacts and attacks at your pain receptors, putting you in agony until you do as we say."
"....." Desmond scowled and he was forced to follow him again. They had been walking for such a long time that Desmond had stopped counting how many rights and lefts they had taken. They now stood in front of a sealed door. Warren stood beside Desmond and he turned his head towards him. "Go in there and absorb as many memories as you can, do what you must. Otherwise you'll just get your ass kicked again." he stated flatly.
"Go in when the door opens." he stated simply as he walked further down the hall.
Desmond was silent, remaining in front of the door. Warren pulled out his phone.
"Open the door." he demanded calmly.
The door infront of Desmond clicked and there was a sound of gears rotating through the thick door before opening. Desmond hesitated, his brows furrowing before he slowly stepped inside the room. The door immediately shut behind him. It was...cold, freezing, but the next moment it felt as though a heater had been turned on somewhere in the room, warming up the chilling room.
Cold seemed to be the only thing that could keep subject 16 immobile for long periods of time. He had tanned skin and black hair. There were deep circles under his eyes. All along the walls were words written in gibberish - hundreds of different languages that a single man should not know - some of which likely no longer existed. 16 was lithe and lean, smaller than Desmond. As the room began to warm, ice that had formed, hanging off of Subject 16's shoulders slowly melted and trickled down his face. Eerie white-gold eyes stared back at him.
"A-Are you the -- the new one....you're -- me? No... C-C-C-old..." his speech was choppy. He sounded more like a frightened child than a dangerous creature. He sluggishly rose to his feet, giving Desmond a tired look. A thick chain had been placed around his throat, heavy, weighing him down. Despite it's thickness, the skin beneath was not bruised, and he stood with little difficulty.
"D-Do you -- the truth! You have to know....hurts..." he raised his hands to his head, curling his fingers in his shaggy black hair. "Listen!" He yowled, eyes flicking around the room, wide and filled with fear.
/What the fuck have I just stepped into../ Desmond thought slowly as he watched the other male. He was silent, his lips pursing as he slowly took a small step forward. "...I'm Desmond...Subject...17.." he said slowly, making a face at the name that he had been given by Abstergo. He didn't move any closer.
He was silent. "...Truth?" he asked. He was sure that he was talking to a mad man. Those eyes, they were haunting as he watched them flicker about in the empty room. He made sure to keep his stance calm, not wanting to tick off the other male. "...I'm here...I'm..listening.." he said slowly.
"You're not listening!" 16 shrieked, turning around and slamming his fist into the wall, leaving a deep crevice there. He was shaking a little, his chest heaving. "T-the tr-truth..." his eyes flicked at Desmond now. He seemed to understand for a moment, his expression calming. "D-Des...Des...Desmond?" He managed shakily, stepping forwards as well, straining at the edge of his chain, his fingertips almost reaching him. He looked desperate to tell him what it was that he knew.
"Lies...all lies -- they hid it in the .... d-d-database....Auggh!" He grabbed his head again, looking as though he were in an intense amount of pain before he spoke again. "They told us we could leave..." he sounded mournful now, trembling like a leaf as he released his head, his fingers twitching slightly as he lowered them. "T-t-t-trapped. You too..." he managed weakly, his expression so full of hurt and lonliness it was no wonder he'd gone insane.
Desmond red alarms were going off in the back of his head. He shouldn't be here. But it was his orders. He slowly took another step forward. "...Database? You mean the animus..?" he asked him slowly. He stayed out of arms reach as the other seemed to slink down, his pain and suffering evident. He slowly took another step forward now, and rose his hand, hesitantly touching his shoulder.
"...We'll get out of here...someday.." he said. But his words felt hollow, like he was lying because he didn't think there'd be a way for them to leave, not now.
/The blacklight virus will be better. It wont be the same mistake as before./
"T-T-truth....you have to -- Listen!"
/Subject 16 has raw power, but his mind is unstable. We tried to terminate him, but he's...resilient. And we can't afford to lose him while Zeus is still alive. Subject 17 should work better./
//Lucy stood over Subject 16, gently touching his shoulder. (Why don't you get up and stretch your legs, we can get back to work later.) (Get back to work, Ms. Stillman!) Vidic interrupted, looking down coldly at 16. (The sooner you finish this, the sooner we'll let you free, 16. Do you want to stop?)//
"N-no...put me back in -- please, I'll do it, put me back in!" He choked out. Memories flooded between them when Desmond touched him, as though 16 were bursting with information. His mind was a frantic jumble of information. How he'd gotten it all was a mystery. "They'll let me out if I go back in!"
Desmond flinched and pulled his hand back in shock, his eyes wide as he stared at the male before him. "...My God..." he whispered lowly as he watched the other male. "What did they do to you.." he asked himself, though his question was loud enough for 16 to hear. Even though the other male looked thin and weak–probably from lack of exercise and such– he knew that there was more to him than met the eye.
If the large dent the other made in the wall wasn't obvious enough, he would have thought that he was relatively harmless. His lips thinned into a line. He needed more information. He rest his hand back on 16's shoulder, followed by his other hand on their other side.
16 looked up at him with sightless eyes. They were wide, flickering from gold to brown, then back to gold again. "H-h-he f-found it...used it...a-ah! Came from....another place...." he choked out.
//A man and woman were running from something. They held a gold device in their hands - it glowed and two more pairs of each one appeared. Men in uniforms - Abstergo - pulled out guns and viciously attacked the two. A man in white picked up the apple and smirked. //
"Y-you...fought it?" 16 asked. Even as memories continued to run into Desmond's head from the extended contact, 16 was learning about him. "You fought it? The blacklight virus..." he groaned a little and his eyes fell shut.
//Flashing images, this time of a town. Hundreds of people. A woman, Elizabeth Green. They were injected with something. Something happened -- a young child appeared to replace the images, eerily familiar blue eyes -- Alex Mercer? How did 16 know what the boy looked like?//
"He...wont stop. He won't stop. He wants the truth...." he breathed, sounding somewhat nervous, giddy. "Will you give it to him?"
Desmond was silent and he pulled his hands back, his breathing a little unsteady. "...The truth of his existence?" he asked him. "It's...s-simple..it's all his fault." he panted out softly to him. He took a small step back, but they were still pretty close to each other. The memory of the other male as he violated him was annoyingly present on his mind at the moment.
"That...object...tell me what it was.." he asked lowly. The influx of information was still pounding in his head.
16 didn't answer, instead, slumping to his knees on the ground. "They took it -- took it from... -- the -- Minerva, she gave it to us -- to those that deserved -- t-the ark of the covenant!" He yelled suddenly. The information was very obviously unorganized inside of 16's own head, so telling Desmond....was difficult.
"Please...please, put me back in! I left -- the marker... " he trailed off, grabbing his hair, his head now bowed slightly towards the ground. Tentacles, much like those Alex Mercer possessed, spasmed over his arms, back, legs, head -- his hair went blond for a moment and then his form settled, back to his 'normal' one. "H-ha-aa-hacked....the database!"
Desmond slowly kneeled down before him. "...I'm sorry, but...there's nothing that I can do.." he muttered to him slowly. He felt slightly edgy. What had happened just now? The blonde hair, he didn't understand, but he put it off as 16 was able to do something similar to him. He slowly rested his hand on his shoulder again.
"Tell me...how to access it..." he said as he watched the other man. There was a lot that he still didn't understand from the man. Minerva…who was she? Apparently she had to do with the golden object in the other 16's memories.
16 jerked up suddenly, his hands shooting to grab onto the sides of Desmond's head. He looked him strait in the eye, seeming to have a moment of clarity. "Abstergo wants to use....G-gentek." He shuddered. Images flashed through Desmond's mind. Tendrils tickled the sides of Desmond's ears. "G-Gentek will allow them to ... e-e-expand." He was breathing heavily, as though it were a strain to formulate coherent sentences.
He stopped then, bowing his head, swallowing. The images halted. There was an image of Desmond now -- the night he'd been taken by Abstergo. "I-I-I saw....you."
Desmond's breath had caught at the quick movement when 16's hands grabbed his head, preventing him from moving. He was silent. Gentek being used by Abstergo? He had thought that it had been the other way around, but then. He fell silent at the last comment.
"....you did..?" he asked him, not moving from his kneeled position, not like he could anyways. He shivered just slightly from the feel of the tentacles tickling his ears.
"J-just for a second --aaaahhh before...before they..." he trembled, leaning heavily against the male, his forehead resting on Desmond's chest. His fingers still curled in Desmond's hair. "H-had to...bring you here. Had to...they ordered me, they ordered me.." 16 shuddered. "Y-you...have me...in you." He choked out. 16 had been the original. They used the strain from him to create a new Desmond....Subject 17.
"I-I am...s-s-s-s-sorry.." he groaned.
//Desmond sitting in a chair beside him. Desmond was unconscious and bound down. Subject 16 eyed him warily. (Is he the new one?) 16 asked, and Warren gave him a glare. (Yes, he is. We won't need you anymore after this. So...cooperate. Do as we tell you.) (And I can -- leave?) He recieved no answer in reply - they only motioned for him to move by Desmond so they could begin the transfer.//
Desmond's eyes widened. "/You.../" he whispered slowly to him. He felt angry. He shut his eyes tightly, his lips thinning. "So you....Goddamnit..." and there was nothing that he could do. They had /made sure/ that he wouldn't be able to disobey them. The chip. He let out a slow breath.
He bowed his head silently, not saying anything more. His hands tightened on 16's shoulders.
16 looked about ready to break into tears beneath him. He trembled and shook, almost sobbing. He clung to Desmond, desperate. "L-Listen..." he groaned out.
//He remembered the screams. Desmond's howls of agony when he first awoke after being infected. His growls, death threats. He was soon drugged, forced into the animus. (D-D-D-on't put him in there -- ! No....he'll never learn -- the truth!) 16 stammered. The view was from 16's view - first person. He grabbed the man who was unplugging him from the animus, and moving to put Desmond into an identical machine beside him. The man fell beneath him. Blades not unlike the ones Desmond himself used emerged from his wrists. They were stained with blood. (Blood?) 16 sounded almost confused. A bullet struck him in the shoulder and he howled. He cut another throat - sending a man's head flying across the room. His vision went black soon after that, and when he woke, he was in the cold room - the one they sat in now -- and he was painting the walls with the blood of the man who'd come to feed him. (They have to know -- the -- truth!) //
"S-s-sorry...wanted...I was -- so afraid..." he groaned, clinging to Desmond with a death grip on his hair now. He didn't seem to realize his own strength half the time. "I needed to get out..." It was infect Desmond, help them implant the chip...or be stuck with his own insanity.
Desmond's eyes widened slightly and he rose one of his hands up. His head was spinning from the information and he turned his head away slightly. His hand grasped at one of 16's, pulling, wincing when he felt his scalp protest. "Let me go." he stated quietly.
Watching himself experiencing the pain that even he HIMSELF didn't remember was daunting. He didn't remember anything of the injection, of the being forced in the animus. It was all fuzzy–that section was anyways.
//There was a code flashing through his head at break-neck speed now. A jumble of numbers. Then it was a memory of 'logging in' to the animus. A vision of being 'Ezio'. Ezio moved through the memory and came to high wall - a cathedral. On the wall glowed a bright symbol, almost resembling an A. Code flashed and flickered around it. //
"T-the...database..." he said again. "Hacked..." he said once more, forcing Desmond to see that same memory over again - that symbol, the 'place' it was, inside the Animus. "T-t-the tr-truth...." his fingers loosened slightly.
Desmond pulled 16's hands away silently and he let out a slow shaky sigh, releasing him. "Mm...okay.." he muttered. He was silent as he slowly ran a hand through 16's hair. He slowly tilted the other males head up silently. "Shh.." he whispered softly. He needed clarity and there was only one way to do that.
He cursed under his breath. /Fucking Abstergo/ he thought in a growl He knew that this was what Vidic had meant when he said 'at any cost.' He slowly leaned forward and his lips brushed 16's slowly. "Relax.." he muttered to him silently.
16 trembled a little at the gentle touch, he flinched, as though mistrusting the gentleness. He leaned into it after a moment however, eyes half closed. His grip on Desmond loosened. He was shaking against him lightly.
At the kiss, 16 gasped. His eyes flicked wide open and he stared at Desmond, confused. Unsure of what to do, he simply held onto Desmond's arms with a trembling grip.
Desmond's hands slowly slid up 16's arms before trailing down and running over his chest. "I need clarity...16..." he muttered slowly as he kissed at his cheek slowly. "I'm sure you know how I need to get it." he continued as he slid his hands under his shirt, pushing up the fabric of the hospital-like scrubs.
16 might have looked a little more attractive if he'd had muscle on him. He trembled when the hands ran over him, his breath hitching. "Y...yes...y-yes..." he whimpered. "T-t-take it...t-the...truth." He breathed. Suddenly, gold eyes turned brown, hair lengthening slightly, and his voice became heavily accented. "Take me, mi amico....mi dispachie -- I cannot....stay for long." The newly-Italian 16 was peering up at him with understanding eyes.
Desmond was silent as he watched the change and he kissed his lips, angling his head to deepen the kiss now. He loosened the drawstring to 16's pants, panting softly against his lips. He pulled them down and noted that he wasn't wearing anything beneath them. His pants were off before he could even think, and he was positioning himself between their legs his member hardening of it's own accord. His lips claimed 16's again and he thrust in slowly.
16 howled lowly. "M-merde....D-dio mio!" He yelled, grabbing onto Desmond tightly. Despite the pain he was likely in, his cock twitched and throbbed, rising to attention after Desmond had penetrated him. A flood of memories would soon follow -- clarity. /Ezio Auditore Da Firenze./ An italian man. An assassin. Flirtatious, graceful, good-natured, cocky -- everything Altaïr wasn't, Ezio /was/.
When this information was finished, it switched to Alex Mercer. He'd been the villian - the one to release the virus. This was clear now. He'd never intended to infect himself. He'd lost all his memories. He wasn't human anymore. He was an it. They called him an it. They called him 'Zeus' -- stripping him of his human name and leaving him with a codename. They wanted to capture Zeus alive.....or kill him. A woman named Dana was the only known relative that Zeus had.....
And all this information was revealed within the first thrust.
Desmond moaned softly, his hips pulling back and thrusting into him again. "M-Mrmm.." He kissed at his throat, gasping slightly and he moved a little quicker. He knew that he was close to reaching his climax. Perhaps it was 16's insanity, or the assimilation of gaining the memories of Ezio. He moaned against his throat.
His movements were quick and he was reminded of one of those crappy movies where the business man would have a quickie with his receptionist on his desk.
Surprisingly, after a moment, it flicked back to Ezio. Ezio was not surrounded by five women -- courtesans who cooed and crooned, stripping off the robes of the young Italian, caressing his body with their hands and mouths, making Ezio moan...
Ezio's moan carried over, and 16 groaned loudly. He ground his hips lewdly up against Desmond's, panting hard, eyes half closed. "nhhh....faster, per favore..." he groaned out, muscles squeezing him tightly.
Desmond panted softly and he did just that, his hips moving a little quicker, his hands sliding down and grasping at his hips as his own kept contact with 16's ass. He loomed over him, nipping at his flesh. "Mm...come for me..." he panted to him, his teeth nipping at his ear. He tugged at the lobe as his hips pulled back burying himself deeper into the male.
"A-ahhaa...I'm.." he said breathlessly. He was close, just barely on the edge.
16 groaned lowly and gasped brokenly in a string of Italian, his muscles squeezing him tightly as he arched, his hips jerking and quivering. He spilled his seed over his own belly, nails digging lightly into Desmond's back. "A-ah...Desmond!"
There was one last clear thought that Desmond would receive, and it was....a
16 groaned lowly and gasped brokenly in a string of Italian, his muscles squeezing him tightly as he arched, his hips jerking and quivering. He spilled his seed over his own belly, nails digging lightly into Desmond's back. "A-ah...Desmond!"
There was one last clear thought that Desmond would recieve, and it was....an image of Alex Mercer and a thought that followed it. /Alex Mercer may be able to remove your chip.../ a brief pause as 16's muscles squeezed him in a vice, and he clung to Desmond. /There are way's around the chip's command system. I left it in the animus....please, find it./ Desperation in his mind, while his body was satisfied.
"!!" He climaxed into the other, breathing sharply as he felt 16's memories sift through him. Desmond moaned lowly. "A-ahhh..." he chuckled softly. /I will then../ his thoughts were a warm caress in 16's mind as he slowly pulled out of the other male, letting out a slow breath. "Mm.." he mumbled softly. He slowly released him, shutting his eyes and breathing deeply.
16 had turned to a warm puddle of mush beneath him, the insanity gone for now, his eyes half lidded. It was as though Desmond had lifted a huge weight off of him. Desmond didn't know /everything/ that 16 did -- but he now knew enough to help himself, and... he would have Ezio. Without the crazy look in his eyes, 16 just looked...tired. Exhausted, even. He was so tired... "Thank you..." he uttered in a hushed tone, his form molding back to his own, and his hair shortening again.
Desmond couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips. He slowly touched 16's hair and he nodded his head. "No...thank you.." he replied to him as he slowly pulled away from him. He helped the other out by sliding 16's clothing back over his form. He straightened out his own clothing, and he stood steadily to his feet. He stretched a little, craning his head to the side, hearing it pop. "Mm..."
He moved towards the door and glanced back at him. "I have to go now.." he said slowly to him. He was sure that this would probably be the last time that he would see the other. There was a faint beeping sound as the vents shut off briefly before turning on, chilling the room within seconds. The door opened when the room was thoroughly frozen and the door opened. Desmond quickly slipped out, shivering as the door shut with a loud clang. He leaned back against the wall.
Clicking heels to his left and he rose his gaze up. "Lucy." he said slowly. She nodded her head. "Follow me." he trailed after her silently.
16 was left alone, to either freeze or rot on his own. It was unlikely they'd meet again, unless something went...horribly wrong.
Warren, annoyed, urged Desmond towards the animus. "Come, come. See if you can sync with Ezio. Into the animus now, 17." He snapped in annoyance.
//Once inside, he was taken to Venice...the place 16 had shown him. All that was left now...was to find the code that 16 had left him, atop the building he'd first managed to show him before they'd gotten intimate.//
Warren's voice could be heard faintly outside the animus. "Run around a bit, 17. Make sure you understand and feel him before we bring you out."
Desmond made use of the fact that he had been in the animus before to navigate through the area. He melded with the crowds, walking silently as he looked around at the vast and beautifully style architecture. The buildings were so extravagant; the people wore bright regal colors of red and violet, blues, so many different colors and such colorful language. /So much different from Altaïr/ he thought to himself as he took everything in.
He moved over to one of the buildings, running up the side and he began scaling the building with practiced ease, as though he had been doing it for years, when it had only been a couple of minutes. He knew he was getting used to Ezio's form, but he was also keeping his eyes peeled for the hack that 16 had spoken of. There was only one way that he could find it, he knew, and using the memories he'd received he was heading in that direction.
He was fast, that much he knew, and much more graceful in his jumps, while Altaïr's were more boxed in. Powerful. They did the job nevertheless but there wasn't a particular style to his movements compared to Ezio. He was climbing another building. There was something about running around in this form. It was, invigorating, sharp, and cunning. He could feel the personality traits becoming his own, in a sense. He let out a slow breath as he came to a stop before the building. /This is it../ he thought to himself as he knelt down before the spot on the wall, reaching out and touching it.
The code flooded into his mind, along with a large chunk of clear information on Alex Mercer -- /and/ the virus that Desmond himself had. A flurry of numbers and letters (seemingly gibberish) went through his head, and then cleared. Reprogramming the chip was not something Desmond needed to be conscious for - and it was doubtful he'd remember all those numbers anyway.
It was at this point that warren's voice was heard again. "How is it, 17?" He didn't sound concerned, just eager. "You're syncing, correct?"
"Relax, Warren - he's doing fine, aren't you Desmond?" came Lucy's voice, gentle and coaxing.
Desmond opened his eyes a bit and he nodded his head slowly in response. "Mrm..yeah.." he replied softly, his voice low. The screen turned white now. Very much the same white as it always did when he was on the loading dock. Well taht's what he liked to call it. His eyes shut slightly and he let out a slow breath as the information of his ancestor flooded his mind. /Mm../ he was floating again.
Lucy looked down to the screen with a small smile and she began typing again. "Everything seems to be in the clear now." she said to Warren. "The synchronization worked much quicker this time.." she commented. "Could possibly be because of 16.."
"Possibly." Warren muttered, brows furrowing slightly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright. Bring him out. Have him try to sync with Ezio." He offered, stretching a bit. "Worst case scenario, we can send him in again with 16 another day. I was surprised he didn't get attacked like the last man we sent in there." He mused.
"Well...Desmond was nice to him." Lucy ventured, frowning a little.
"Subject 17, Miss. Stillman." Vidic quipped in return. "Bring him out."
She nodded her head slowly and she started typing. "Right.." she muttered hitting a few more buttons before stopping. The white screen faded from over Desmond's eyes and it became clear again. He was looking up at the ceiling again. "Mm." he mumbled softly. He slowly sat up. Lucy pulled out her clipboard. "Alright Desmond," she said slowly, giving Warren a look, almost daring him to correct her again. "I want you to stand up and shift into Altaïr, and then I want you to shift to Ezio." she said.
"Alright.." he said slowly as he stood to his feet with a small stretch. He looked straight ahead as his body went through the shift. His hair waved up, the stubble appeared, his eyes became cold and his muscles became much more prominent. The hidden blade slid out slowly and he looked down at his hands silently. "Alright." he stated, his voice was deeper, he pronounced his words in a way that Desmond wouldn't. He looked over to her. "I'm shifting again." his tone changed during the sentence, becoming lighter, an accent sliding onto his tongue now.
He shut his eyes and let out a slow breath. His hair stretched out and lengthened, resting on his shoulders and the stubble disappeared; his body thinned out a bit but there was still obvious muscle on his body. He looked over to Lucy, gold irises fading to the calm hazel again. His lips curved upwards slightly in a flirtatious way. "Sei una bella signora in cerca ..." he commented to her the Italian flowed over his lips seamlessly.
Lucy felt a bit of color coat her cheeks and she coughed into her hand before she resumed typing. He looked over to Warren. "Is this good enough?" he asked him in a thick Italian accent. He rose his hands and both wrists shifted as a hidden blade came out of each.
Warren's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Desmond/Ezio/ was just as flirtatious and skilled as 16/Ezio/, it seemed. He nodded stiffly. "Very good, 17. Now...we'll be transporting you to Gentek, soon. We can't afford to let Zeus get another crack at you before you're ready. So...I suggest you rest up and be ready for transport this evening." He quipped, stepping away.
"We may have you work with 16 again if your synchronization acts up. Keep that in mind." He offered, leaving Lucy and Desmond alone for now.
Lucy sighed a little, having recovered from her blush. "Desmond...maybe you should get some rest."
Desmond let himself shift back to normal and he nodded his head silently. "Right.." he muttered. He looked over to Lucy and he moved over to her side. "Lucy, I want you to be honest with me, do you think that there's a possibility that 16 will ever be let out again?" he asked
The blonde was silent. "Desmond.." she said slowly. "I wish that it was possible, but...with the way things are now, I don't think it'll happen." she said to him. Desmond's lips thinned into a line. "What about me? Will you guys release me like you promised?" he asked. She smiled faintly. "Of course!" she said.
Desmond knew a lie when he heard one. But he smiled anyways, though it didn't really reach his eyes. "Alright.." he said as he walked further down into the room, going over to his prison. It was a nice room, it had everything he needed, but he didn't want to be here. He slowly moved over to his bed, noting that he did feel a little tired and he kicked off his shoes, sliding under the covers that were provided there. He turned his back to the door.
He entertained the thought of being released here; to be able to go to the store, to walk in the parks without having to look over his shoulder. He wondered how much difference the hack would have on the chip imbedded in him. He slowly curled his arm over his neck, rubbing at his spinal column absentmindedly. He shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
That evening he was rudely awoken by a pair of large men in uniform, picking him up and bodily dragging him from the room. Warren stood by impassively. "We're transporting you now. Don't worry, you should still be able to sleep on the way there."
One of the men was shifting now, beginning to strip Desmond of his clothes. There was an odd box of sorts, closed, sitting next to where Desmond was now standing. His hoodie came off, then his pants were roughly tugged on.
"We can't risk you coming in contact with anything on the way there, so we've arranged a sterile environment for you to travel in."
Desmond had been groggy but the moment his clothing started to get ripped off his eyes snapped open. "What?!" he asked, quite rudely but he didn't care. He looked over to the box and his brows rose. "Wait, you're going to put me in a /box/? You're crazy!" he snapped.
The cool air hit his flesh and he glared at the guard undressing me. "Hey!" he tried to shift away from the men. He felt the button of his pants pop off. "Oh what the fuck!" he declared as one of the other man lifted his legs up to get the pants off completely. Desmond could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and he glared at Warren.
Warren just shook his head. "We can't risk it until we're sure you're stable." He mused. "Yes, we're putting you in a /box/ 17, but you'll be able to sleep it off, don't worry." He mused as Desmond was stripped naked, the box opened to reveal a dozen or so sets of wires they planned to hook up to him.
The two guards started to push Desmond towards it and down into the box. "Just cooperate, 17. I don't want to have to put you in there unconscious." He held a finger warningly over the computer keyboard, ready to click a button and send Desmond into uncontrollable spasms of agony.
Desmond's eyes widened at the sight of Vidic's finger hovering over the key. "Alright...Alright! Jesus.." he muttered slowly as he allowed himself to be shoved over to the box. He eyed all the wires and he was silent. "Wait..." he paused. "...You've got to be kidding me.." he said slowly. "...don't tell me you're going to be using all of those wires."
"Of course we are, 17." He snorted, shaking his head. He glanced over, motioning for Lucy to come forward. She was blushing, her eyes downcast. She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves as Desmond was put in the box, and she took the first wire, attaching it with a adhesive to his temple. A few of them were needles that required her to stab into his flesh - along with a long tube...god knows where that was supposed to go.
"I'm sorry Desmond, but we don't know how long you'll be in there..." she said vaguely.
Desmond was silent as he looked up at her. "...Great, I'm going to be in a box for God knows how long." he muttered slowly with a small sigh. His cheeks were still burning and he looked up at the ceiling silently. "....You guys should be thankful that I'm not claustrophobic.." he declared.
She just nodded. She gently poked needles and tubes into his arms, chest, back, binding his wrists and ankles with cuffs that were attached to the box itself...and then she flushed rather suddenly. "Warren, I don't...I don't think he'll really be in there long enough..... "
Warren's lips pursed slightly and he shifted, pulling on a pair of gloves. "Very well Miss Stillman -- I'll do it myself." He murmured, grasping a thin tube near the front of the box, rubbing a bit of lubricant over it before one gloved hand wrapped around Desmond's limp member. He pressed the tip of the tube against the slit, his face impassive.
Desmond's eyes widened a little and he tensed up. "Oh my G-Lucy!" He sounded scandalized as he looked over to her, trying to move away from Warren's grasp, but the straps kept him from moving. He swore under his breath, his cheeks were bright red now.
Warren slid the catheter all the way into his bladder, then pulled his hand away. He was lubing up a second tube now - and from what he'd done, it was obvious as to where this was going. "This is necessary, 17 -- god knows I won't take you out of here if you make a mess." He muttered, sounding annoyed as he pressed the tube against Desmond's backside.
Lucy was bright red, her gaze averted as she mumbled apologies.
Desmond made a face and he grit his teeth a little. His healing was at it's normal accelerated rate. Well, at least it didn't hurt really once it was all the way through, It just ached, like a pinch before fading away. He glared up at him. He was silent and he eyed the next tube and he shut his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose. /Oh God, Oh God...ohhh my God..old man.../ he thought to himself and he bit his bottom lip. His automatic reaction was to tense but he knew that was a no no. He let out a shaky breath. "....I hate you." he declared in a low tone, his hands clenching into fists.
The man slid the second tube into him, securing him before placing a mask firmly over his nose and mouth. "You'll learn to appreciate the opportunities we've offered you, 17." he murmured. His gaze was cold, but he seemed smug about the ordeal, stepping back. "You can perform the rest, can't you Miss Stillman?" he offered, glancing back at her.
Lucy jumped. "Ah...yeah, of course..."
Desmond glared at him and he tried to struggled. /What opportunities! The opportunity of allowing you to stick tubes in MY ASS!?/ he thought loudly as he stared at him. His cheeks were very flushed still. /That smug bastard../
He turned his face away, blatantly trying to ignore everyone around him. He shut his eyes slightly.
Lucy gave Desmond an apologetic look, then placed a tiny mask over his eyes and closed the case. It was slowly pumped with water then, the fluid making the skin tingle. It was 'sterilization' as Warren had called it. It was then that he would feel himself beginning to move.
For Desmond's sake, he should hope it was a short ride.
Desmond shifted a little his brows wrinkling from the feeling of his skin tingling slightly still. He breathed in deeply shutting his eyes silently underneath the mask. Not like having them open would make a difference. He felt his containment jostle around, but he was secured to the point that he /himself/ didn't move. Which was a good thing, he supposed. /Well, I guess these straps are good for one thing../ he thought to himself silently. He felt more jostling and he breathed out slowly.
"......"
He could fell himself growing drowsy. /Something in the...water..?/ he wondered to himself, his breathing calm as the machine checked his vitals and what not, adjusting to his body changed. /Oh...who cares...better not...be…in here…long/ his thoughts slowed and he fell asleep after a few moments.
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TBC~