A/N: Wheee! This is going a lot better than I thought it would. Faster too. At this rate it'll only end up being six or so chapters. Anyways, many thanks to the reviewers! You guys always keep me happily writing the continuations.

So just a quick warning, there's slash in this - although, I wouldn't exactly... Call it slash. More just like someone screwing with someone else's head so they can use the situation to their advantage. None of that lovey dovey crap - although I do quite like that crap - here in this story.

Chapter Two, Cold Blooded Killer

The fight had been drained out of him the minute he met Shaun's eyes after his cruel awakening.

"Well? What the bloody hell are you waiting for?" If Desmond dared to buck the historian off, he knew within a moment, a bullet would be lodged somewhere in his frontal lobe. "You know Desmond, I always thought you were a bit of an idiot. I thought, hm, this man is going to be easy to take. I couldn't believe you escaped from Abstergo, really though! But then again..." He took in a deep breath and grinned. "We did let Lucy and you escape. It's not like you killed any of our men – just gave a few concussions and broken limbs here and there. You, my dearest Desmond, broke Jack's nose," he gestured towards a rather beefy man who raised his empty hand in a small wave, lips and eyebrows turned down. Desmond swallowed heavy and looked back at Shaun, who was still managing to pin him down to the bed.

"I don't think he appreciates that too much. What do you think?" Shaun asked softly. Desmond would have preferred to keep his mouth shut. "Well?" There was no way he was going to open his mouth. He had to think his thoughts over precisely and carefully or else-

"Answer me!" Shaun shouted, striking him across the face with the handle of the gun again. Instantly, Desmond tasted another splash of blood in his mouth. He was becoming accustomed to it – as if it were his new saliva. He took in a shaky breath before he answered.

"No..."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak up, Desmond."

"No."

"Desmond, he's on the other side of the room. I don't think he can hear you."

"No!"

Shaun laughed coldly, causing Desmond to flinch as he shivered violently. There was only so much he could do in his position without getting anyone killed. He feared if he made another move for Shaun, he'd end up dead before he could save the girls. If he talked, he might also have received the same fate as fighting. As much as he hated to admit it, he was helpless at this point. There wasn't any move he could make without either killing himself or killing Lucy and Rebecca. Though he had to think of something. Desmond was a natural hero, many thanks to his ancestors, so there was no way he was going down without a plan. But it had to be made fast.

"Shaun! I don't understand. Why would you do this?" Desmond didn't have to tilt his head to know whose voice it was. He had talked to Lucy countless times in Abstergo, always pushing her for more information. Right now, she was the only person he could trust. He still wasn't even a hundred percent sure about Rebecca.

"Why did I do this, Lucy? Isn't it quite... obvious?" Shaun sniggered and pulled a rope out of his pocket with his free hand. "The Assassins are dying out. Rather quickly, I may add. It's only a matter of time before the race becomes extinct and we, Templars, myself included, of course, are going to create a new world under the influence of the Pieces of Eden. Just the things you would know all about, Lucy."

"I did not help Abstergo in any way, Shaun," she spat back and almost immediately, received the end of a rifle in her jaw. She fell to the ground and Desmond could hear Rebecca shout a quick string of profanities before she huddled over Lucy.

"But didn't you? Your hands are covered in the subject's blood, Lucy. You helped us with the Animus, pushed our research even further. You may have been a double agent, but truly, your work has helped our operation run faster and smoother."

Desmond groaned in pain as Shaun flipped him onto his stomach. Without haste, he grabbed Desmond's arms and pulled them back forcefully, then preceded to tie his wrists together in a tight knot. "Just so you don't pull anything funny, stupid twat," he mumbled as he tightened it as far as it would go, causing tears to well in Desmond's eyes.

"Shaun... You were like a brother to me... For seven years. How could that not have meant anything to you?" Rebecca cried out, holding Lucy protectively in her arms, who seemed to be unconscious. Slowly, Shaun got up to his feet, sighing in contentment when Desmond struggled but failed to move anywhere. He walked down the steps and over to the two girls, both of them sitting on the cold steel floors.

"Oh Rebecca, I might have liked you if you hadn't acted like you were two," he sneered, stopping just a few paces short of them. Shaun could feel the uneasiness in his men, all of them with their fingers on the triggers, but he motioned that he was fine. That these two weaklings couldn't possibly do him anymore damage than the male Assassin could.

"I saved your life, you bastard!" She shouted, her voice higher than usual. It was true that predators could smell fear in their prey's presence. In fact, Rebecca had it plastered all over her face.

"Rebecca! I didn't know you could use that kind of language. I mostly only hear adults using it." Rebecca bit her lip as she yearned to scream, fight, kill or do anything to protect the people she had easily grown attached to. She loved Desmond's arrogance and the way he walked around like he owned the place. It made her smile – that his confidence had been bursting through the roof. She loved Lucy because she had been the only girl she had been able to talk to over the years, the only person she had connected with since their high school years. She had loved Shaun because of the small times he'd show her platonic affection, the way an older brother would treat a younger sister. But now, she was quickly losing everything that she ever loved.

"But back to the point, you never saved my life. It had all been staged, Rebecca. You do know what that means, don't you?"

Rebecca had to bite back a sob.

"I've been with the Templars since day one. Don't think you were some kind of hero or anything of the sort. You were just an involuntary actor that would seven years later, lead me to Mr. Miles over there. Gosh, Rebecca, doesn't time just fly by?"

She clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth as she squeezed Lucy gently. She shook her head gradually. "You'll get what you deserve."

"Excuse me?"

"I said... You'll get what you deserve. In the end of the movies, the good guys always triumph over the bad guys. Like Batman defeating the Joker, or Superman saving the world. Spiderman saving the city from Norman Osborn in the first-"

Shaun's shrill laughter cut her off. She flinched, and everyone else in the room did as well. The historian continued to laugh as he pulled out his guy and pointed it directly at Rebecca. "I'm sorry, but this isn't exactly a movie, Rebecca," he smirked, finger loosely playing with the trigger. She cringed, holding tightly onto Lucy as she waited for her death. She would never marry, never have children, never see the end of the Templars, never attend a friend's wedding, and never get out and explore the world. The list of 'never done' piled up as high as the heavens in her mind. Not once had she tried sushi, tried skydiving, and most certainly told Lucy how she truly felt about her. Never.

But her death never came. Slowly, she opened one eye to stare at Shaun, who was yawning loudly.

"Why... Why didn't...?"

"Hm? Oh. You think I could kill you? After living with you for seven agonizing years, you think I would murder you just like that in cold blood? Oh Rebecca, you have so much to learn. With so little time," he enunciated the last sentence, and turned on his heel abruptly. Quickly, he jogged up the stairs to see Desmond exactly where he left him. Shaun smirked and smacked Desmond's thigh with his handgun lightly, causing the man to jerk away from him.

"Get up. Now," Shaun hissed and watched as Desmond gently slid his feet onto the ground and stood up. Shaking slightly, Desmond watched as Shaun turned him around and quickly began to undo the rope that bound his hands together. Sighing in relief, Desmond rubbed at his wrists, where he could see the bright red line of the sharp wire. "Move along, come on now." He probed Desmond in the back with his gun and pushed him down the stairs, making him stand before the two girls he was so eagerly trying to protect. It was happening all too fast. They would be slaughtered like sheep on a farm, their blood darkening the already impure soil. His plan was only half way complete. He needed another minute. A minute he didn't have.

"Now, have you ever used a gun before?" Shaun grinned as he came up behind Desmond and snaked his arms around his waist. Desmond immediately tensed up, his stomach lurching cruelly. The man who had betrayed them all, torn what they believed into pieces, now had his arms around his waist the way one would do to their lover.

"Don't touch me," Desmond growled as he looked down at Lucy and Rebecca, feeling the hatred ignite inside his chest for their captor. Heart pounding feverishly, he felt the historian's body press up against his back, lips pressed softly against his ear.

"Off with the sweater. We don't want it getting stained now, do we?" Shaun smiled softly as he put the gun in his back pocket once again. Gently, he took Desmond's hands in his own and moved them, as if he were controlling the man. "Your hands are shaking. Are you scared, Desmond?" With a swift movement, he unzipped the Assassin's sweater with his hands, to reveal a black tee shirt and forced him to toss the sweater behind them. "That's better."

"Shaun, what are you doing?"

"You sound terrified. Like a child lost in a mall, forever searching for their parents that have already left him behind."

Slowly, Shaun let go of one hand as he reached back into his pocket and pulled out the gun. "Try anything funny and I will make sure you die. Whether it be by my hand or my men's. Then I can just take care of the lovely ladies myself."

Desmond could feel his breathing rate increase as he watched Shaun take his hand once again. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as Shaun forced him to take the cold metal gun in his hands. Swallowing loudly, he was quickly assembling a plan in his head. This was his only chance to knock Shaun down. Just as he was about to jab his elbow back, Shaun kissed his neck softly, freezing him in place. "You're a cold blooded murderer, Desmond," he mumbled as he brushed his lips against his shoulder blade.

"I have never killed a man in my life," Desmond could feel that common sense was getting harder to maintain with each second passing by. Shaun's grip on his hands firmed and he was wound so tightly around the Assassin, that Desmond couldn't budge an inch. Now, if he even tried to make a move, it wouldn't do anything. He was cornered, once again. This man had been planning for several years, while Desmond had been planning for five minutes.

"Well, consider today to be your lucky day."

"Shaun..." Rebecca pleaded, a single tear falling from her watery eyes.

"Goodnight, Rebecca. Sleep tight."

Shaun's finger over Desmond's caused the Assassin to pull the trigger, a deafening but short bang! screeched through the room.

"No!" Desmond shouted as he watched the body fall, blood instantly pooling around her head. Eyes closed, she lay in a bloody mess, mouth slightly askew. Everyone in the room tensed as they regarded the scene in front of them - the small, blood soaked young lady with a bullet between her closed eyes. Desmond had to remind himself that Lucy was still alive, that he still had a reason to fight back. Although, looking at her, she was lying the exact way Rebecca was – heart as still as a photograph.

"You bastard!" Desmond shouted and immediately twisted out of Shaun's arms. The second he pulled away, he remembered something. If he were to move, Shaun promised him that he'd be dead in a matter of milliseconds.

Before he knew it, a trigger happy guard let loose, firing a whole round.

He had failed. It had been inevitable.

Crouching down, he listened to the silence of what must have been his afterlife. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself exactly where he had been before he died.

"For fuck's sake, Ted! Can you get a single shot on target?" Shaun shouted, his voice rising with anger. "You stupid, bloody git! If Desmond had done one ounce of damage, you would have been fed to the fucking dogs!" He bellowed, grasping the gun tight in his hand. So Desmond hadn't died – the guard had just missed. Furiously, Shaun ran up to the guard and began an endless shout of profanities, most of them threatening to terminate his line on the squad. Ted apologised quickly and handed him something that Desmond couldn't see. Shaun sighed as held it cautiously in his hand, a smirk slowly appearing on his flushed face. All of a sudden, Shaun's eyes were on him.

"Desmond... What did I tell you about trying to screw me over?" And with those words, he threateningly made his way over to the Assassin, barbed wire in hand.