A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
-Jean de la Fontaine
Rebecca suspected there were things Lucy wasn't telling her. The blonde had been acting pretty strange lately, ever since Shaun died.
Shaun. Desmond had told them what had happened when he'd died, but Rebecca didn't believe it, couldn't believe it. Lights can't think for themselves, they can't plan, they can't want to hurt anyone, they're lights. Desmond told her that they wanted him to kill Lucy because she was 'in the way', but he wouldn't, so they killed Shaun as a warning. A fucking warning! Shaun was a person, a living breathing human being, not an item to be bargained with!
Rebecca could feel her blood boiling under the sheets as she tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep. Shaun was dead because of Desmond! The cowardly Assassin who was only useful because of his DNA, the man who Abstergo locked up and who didn't even tryto escape. And now Shaun, their only historian, was dead.
You're not really mad because he was your best historian, a part inside of her whispered. You loved him.
All right, so maybe she had had small feelings for him. That didn't make what Desmond did any less terrible!
Calm down. Rebecca breathed deeply.
And to top it all off, Desmond had the nerve to go and get himself stabbed and not tell them anything. He probably went outside and got in a fight with one of those obnoxious Italians living in Monteriggioni, then came back and went back to bed like nothing had happened. A couple hours later, he woke up to find himself bleeding out and tried to wake Lucy. Self-centered, selfish idiot.
Rebecca laughed silently at herself; she was starting to sound like Shaun. Then she caught herself. No one would ever sound like Shaun again, because he was dead. Ripped apart by a bear that he could even see.
Unable to stop herself, Rebecca replayed the scene in her mind. She'd been in the Sanctuary, working on Baby, when Lucy came sprinting down the stairs, tears on her face and blood on her knees, and dragged her friend upstairs without saying a word, leaving it all to sight.
And so it was. Rebecca had seen blood, and a stranger, someone she didn't recognize, torn to pieces.
Without realizing it, despite being wide awake only seconds earlier, Rebecca's eyelids drooped, and she fell asleep.
Desmond nearly fell of his chair as he slumped over. Jerking awake, he shook himself and stood, trying to outpace the tiredness that was overwhelming him. But his stiff and injured leg cried out in pain, forcing him to sit down again. Almost immediately, he felt restless again, needing to know the time.
Desmond limped over to his bed and retrieved the watch from under the cot. It read 00:47, 8. It was October. Seventy-five days until the Templar satellite launch, six days since he'd started seeing visions, and four days since Shaun died. And yet, it all seemed so long ago.
Rebecca shifted in her sleep.
The first thing Rebecca noticed was that her feet were cold. She opened her eyes slowly, confused, and the only thing she saw was gray. At first she panicked, thinking she was in some kind of misty fog, but then realized she was in a room, sitting in a simple high-backed chair.
Slowly, wary of any shadows or traps - she was an Assassin - Rebecca stood and turned, examining the room she was in.
Four gray walls. On the wall behind her... a door, painted bright red. Rebecca padded forward cautiously, aware of the fact she had no shoes on, and opened it.
The door creaked forward obediently, revealing another identical room - minus the chair - with an identical red door. Again, Rebecca was wary of this door, but it proved just as harmless as the last one, opening on another gray room with another red door.
Rebecca moaned softly in her sleep and rolled over—again. Desmond looked up - he'd been fiddling with his watch - remembering his none-too-pleasant experience with dreams, and recalling the lights' warning. They could be trying to hurt Rebecca.
Desmond half-stood to wake up Lucy, but then sat down slowly. No. He'd already disturbed Lucy and Rebecca once tonight; he was starting to feel like a burden to both of them. He also didn't want to end up as paranoid as Subject 16 was, followed by the slow descent into madness.
So Desmond sat, and let the two woman sleep (peacefully?).
Rebecca burst through another red door. This was the fifth room, and again—empty! Nothing but those infuriating doors that led nowhere!
With nowhere else to go, Rebecca strode forward quickly, not bothering to check the door, and nearly ran into it.
This one was locked. The Assassin pulled and twisted frantically on the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Impatient from being stuck in this never-ending building, Rebecca tried to kick it down, but only succeeded in hurting her heel—she wasn't wearing shoes.
Desperate and ticked off, Rebecca backed up until she was at the doorway she had just come through, then ran straight at the locked red door, slamming her shoulder into it.
The door didn't open, but her shoulder sure hurt like a bitch. Backing up with tears in her eyes, Rebecca tried once more with her other shoulder.
Rebecca ran into the red door at full force and the lock snapped under her weight, sending her sprawling forward into what she assumed was another empty gray room.
It wasn't empty.
Rebecca cried out and thrashed in her cot, still asleep. Desmond jumped up, and watched in horror as the sheets that were over her arms and knees began spotting red.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Desmond hissed, hurrying over and ripping the sheets off.
Rebecca was twisting around where she lay, a scared and pained grimace on her face. Deep cuts had opened up on her lower arms, and the knees of her pants were ripped open, cutting the skin underneath.
"Oh God," Desmond whispered, stepping back, then hurried to wake Lucy.
If you had woken her earlier, this wouldn't have happened...
"AAAAAAUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Rebecca's scream was long and loud as she tumbled forward onto intense pain—the floor was covered with broken glass. In her desperation, the brunette had knocked down the door, falling through after it, landing hard on her elbows, lower arms, and most of her upper leg.
Now there were huge shards of glass embedded in her skin, and Rebecca couldn't stand up to escape it; someone had taken her fucking shoes!
Rebecca sobbed, trying to lift an arm, but it was too much pressure on her other arm; she had to put it back down.
This room was the exact same size as the others, had the same gray walls, the same red door, and one single lightbulb attached to the white ceiling. The same—except it was covered from wall to wall in pieces of broken glass that ranged from small shards to pieces as big as her hand.
There was only one way out of there if she wanted to survive. Rebecca lay flat and, sobbing and gasping in pain, dragged herself out on her stomach. She could feel every piece of glass slice through her body, through her chest, her midsection, and her legs.
"Lucy!" Desmond shook her awake. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up.
"It's Rebecca." He didn't need to say any more. Lucy sprang out of her bed, panic in her eyes, and hurried to her friend's side.
Desmond limped after her quickly, fearing what he'd see. The amount of wounds and blood had tripled, spreading to Rebecca's torso as well as her limbs. There were several deep cuts—Desmond could see ribs poking through one on the brunette's side.
Lucy stared for a couple seconds, dumbstruck, then slowly reached out her hand, avoiding any wounds, and shook Rebecca's shoulder. "Becca." No response. The brunette continued to thrash and cry out occasionally.
Scanning her body quickly, eyes wide, Lucy shook her friend's shoulders with both her hands. "Rebecca! Wake up! Oh please, wake up." The last few words were choked out as the blonde began to cry. She sank to her knees and rested her head on the side of the cot, her body racked with sobs.
Desmond stood a couple feet away, unsure of what to do, and desperately hoping that Rebecca would wake up and live. He was almost a hundred percent sure that the lights had something to do with her injuries. If she died... he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
"Hey," he said, trying to sound hopeful, and kneeled down next to Lucy. "It'll be okay."
She looked up, tears streaking down her face, then took a deep breath and forced a small smile upon her face. "All right."
Almost... there... Rebecca could feel her strength leaving her as she continued to drag herself across the glass room, staining the ground behind her red with her blood. She was about a foot from the door now, and, reaching out her cut and bloody arm, pushed open the red door in front of her. The room it led to was so bright she couldn't even see anything in it.
Weakly, Rebecca heaved her body into the light, barely registering the glass scraping over her skin; she felt so numb.
As she pulled herself forward into the light, Rebecca felt oddly light-headed, like she was leaving her body. Only one phrase echoed around her mind, a clichéd sentence that she'd heard in almost every movie or TV show where someone was dying:
"Don't go into the light!"
"What do we do?" Lucy seemed to be fine now, though she was still panicking around Rebecca. Desmond, frankly, was confused and felt like he didn't know where he belonged in this picture. He wasn't a doctor, and wasn't too fond of blood.
"I don't know... Just, calm down." Desmond laid a hand on the blonde's shoulder as she fussed around her friend.
Rebecca's eyes snapped open and she gasped, breathing rapidly, her eyes flicking around wildly.
"Becca!" Lucy grasped her friend's face in her hands. "Becca, can you hear me?"
As a response, Rebecca's back arched away from the bed, and she cried out, "The glass! It's killing me!" Lucy fell back, letting go of her friend, looking shocked.
"What's she talking about?" she gasped, turning her face toward Desmond. Her eyes looked fearful. "Glass?"
Desmond shook his head. "No idea. We need to hold her down before she hurts herself." He grasped as much of her legs as he could with one hand and pressed them against the bed, Lucy following suit with Rebecca's arms, holding them by the brunette's side.
Trying not to stare at the huge holes in Rebecca's body, Desmond instead looked into Lucy's eyes. She was, oddly, looking at him instead of at the injured Assassin they were holding down. Her eyes were burning like blue fire, tears forgotten.
"Help her," she whispered as her friend bucked and twisted underneath their hands, bleeding on the sheets.
Rebecca's bare left foot caught Desmond under the jaw, and he reeled backwards. Shaking it off, flexing his jaw, he tried to hold both her ankles with his left hand.
"Look." Lucy sounded scared. Desmond's eyes travelled up Rebecca's legs, scanning over the cuts, until they reached her stomach.
There was a large hole near the brunette's belly button, spurting blood—Desmond could see intestines poking through. Reminded of Shaun, he stared wide-eyed as the woman - the dying woman - in front of him arched her back again and screamed, hoarser and quieter than before.
"Is she going to die?" Lucy asked fearfully as her friend's struggles grew weaker.
In past situations, Desmond would always be the one to ask those types of questions. He'd always ask Lucy, and she'd say things were going to be fine. Now she was asking him, and he didn't know what to tell her. He looked back up at her, about to say, "I don't know," when something behind her caught his eye. Something bright and floating. And red.
Desmond gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own bed. The light - oh, those mother fucking lights - drifted toward him cooly. He almost knew what it was going to say before it said it.
"We warned you."
Just let me burn
It's what I deserve
"Desmond? Desmond!" Lucy was staring at him, fear in her eyes. "What's going on? Is she going to live?"
And then, almost mechanically, knowing what was going to happen, Desmond croaked out, "No."
That little part at the beginning is just Rebecca's two cents on what's been happening so far. Fiesty, isn't she? :3
Okay, I should shut up. I killed her. Yeah, she's not getting out of this alive.
And her dream was based off an episode of Criminal Minds, can't remember what it's called. It's pretty much the same, except the woman in the show got out alive, and it wasn't a dream 8D