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Nothing is true, Everything is Permitted.

Chpt2

Evangeline handed Atair a mug.

"It's Coffee. It will help with the shock, or whatever it is you're going through." She paused as he took a reluctant sip. " I added some sugar, so it could be a little sweet." He nodded.

They both jumped as her Blackberry began belting out 'The only Difference between Martyrdom and Suicide' by Panic! At the Disco. Altair hung his head, her phone was NOT helping his situation.

"I'll be right back!" she grabbed the phone and strode into the next room. Altair looked around.

He was seated at a large black table that was either well taken care of or never been used. The kitchen was visible from where he was sitting. The counters were granite that shined under the sun that poured in from the window. He looked into his mug, the liquid was a beige colour. It looked strange, and tasted the way it looked, but the aroma that exhumed from it was soothing. Evangeline came back in.

"That was my brother. I sent him a 911 and i gave him the deats and he will say you're his roomie , so for now you being her is chilled."

"Can you repeat that in English?" He asked her quietly.

"My brother Richard lives with me. So I told him what had happened and, it took convincing , but you will be sleeping here for a while," she took a seat and gave a slight giggle. "You could say this is the Bureau, " she giggled some more, but he just stayed quiet. "Sooo...questions?"

"Besides, 'how the fuck I got here', no." He sounded...no, Altair, scared, no..worried maybe, but not scared.

"Listen, I know this is weird, but if we're gonna get you out of this mess, we need to work together, kay?" He thought for a moment.

"Alright," he gazed up at her from underneath his hood. For the first time he had laid eyes on her face, she was beautiful. She had long black hair, flawless tanned skin, and eyes that looked straight through him.

She looked at his face, sure he was appealing in the game. But in actuality, he made her want to sin. He was, wow.

"Pinky swear?" She held out her right hand, her pinky extended toward him. He gave her a questioning look. "Where's the Bleeding Effect when you need it. It's like promising, but you need to wrap your pinky around mine."

He lifted his hand toward her, and she was about to show him how to pinky swear when she spotted his missing ring finger, she snatched his hand and brought it toward her face.

"Holy shit! I thought this was just in the game!" She stared at his missing appendage. He didn't pull away, he was somewhat mesmerised my how soft her hands were. "God, did it hurt?" She stared up at his green eyes.

"As much as taking your finger off would." He stated with a smile and a shrug.

"You took it off, " She paused as his words sank in. "Yourself?"

"Yes, it's part of the initiation into the order." He said calmly.

"Well, how, did you full synch, I mean, was it easy." He looked at her blankly as she realised she was overwhelming him with her odd sentence structure. "I'm sorry, so, how is it that you came here? Did fall asleep and wake up in my room?"

"No, but similar. I had fallen asleep and woke up in a large room, it seemed endless. Then the room lightened with the brightest light, it was almost supernatural, I must sound insane." He took another sip of his coffee.

"What was the room like?"

"It was a blue tint, and there was not a floor, yet I was standing. It was a never ending nothingness, like I could run forever, yet end where I began."

"God, your English is perfect," she mumbled. "Sounds to me like you were exiting the Animus." She thought aloud.

"Animus?"

"Well yeah, it's a machine that uses DNA to hack into the brain's ancestral memory to," she saw the look on his face. "Let me rephrase, when the human mind remembers something, it is somehow stored within the bloodline of the entire generations you pass on, so lets say you have a kid, who has a kid, who has a kid, and so on and the generation of my year gets into the Animus will be able to relive your life through the memories you created." More confusion, it seems she had done more damage than expected. "It uses blood to travel through time."

"Wait, so its a device that gives this year the ability to relive my life?"

"But only your bloodline can visit your time." He nodded.

"I apologise," He said quietly.

"For?"

"Trying to kill you, while you are trying to assist me, never did I realise you would aid me, so I am sorry."

"Well you don't have to be," she smiled, her eyes downcast. "I know you have some trust issues, you and Desmond both."

"Desmond?"

"The person who went into the Animus, he's you great great great great great great great great great great, you get the picture, grandson. He has bad trust issues, oh and he can mix a martini."

"Martini?" He Asked, she lifted a voice recorder to her lips.

"Note to self; take Alty drinking." She paused before speaking into the mic again. "Buy Alty clothes."

"My clothes are fine," he gazed at his armour.

"Uh huh, blood lust chic!" she got up and walked into the next room, soon after she pooped a head in through the doorway. "Well c'mon."

She led him into a room with the curtains closed. It hummed of sweat and 'man'. She opened the closet and practically hit Altair in the face with denim jeans and a black V-neck shirt. "Those oughta fit, just get changed in here, I'll wait outside. Oh almost forgot," she reached into the back of the closet to pull out a pair of boxers, she handed them to him. "uh, undergarment thingy." She said sheepishly. She walked out and closed the door behind her. He undressed, he put the boxers on. No problem, he then slid into the denims, 'are they supposed to be this tight? 'he thought.

"Uh oh," he muttered, he gazed down at his waist. Buttons he could manage, but whatever this is...

"Uhm, Evangeline," Her name on his tongue was bliss.

"You okay in there, big guy?" She moved toward the door.

"Well I don't really know what this is," he said in uncertainty.

"I am not helping you with your manhood issues," she warned.

"Nothing of the sort! Just come in here."

"You aren't commando right?"

"What?"

"Are you decent?"

"God's sake, yes!" she heard a soft grunt from him before she carefully opened the door. Altair stood shirtless in the jeans. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him without the hood for the first time. She didn't realise it but she was staring rudely at his naturally hairless abdomen. His muscles reminded her of the game men on the Ellen show.

He cleared his throat as the awkwardness thickened the air. 'Sorry' she mouthed.

"So I can handle chainmail but whatever metal device this is," he looked down.

"Oh God,"

"No, this." He said pointing at his zipper.

"Oh, it's a Zip."

"Are you going to give me an English lesson or help me?"

"I am not a chambermaid!" She defended.

"Could have fooled me." He retorted with a smirk.

"You are not, you expect me to," with her eyes a downcast she whispered. "I don't wanna touch your crotch."

"Well just help me, with this, just this once." He almost sounded sincere.

"Fine, but if you get frisky with me I'll taze your ass!" She moved forward and took hold of his pants. "You take the handle thingy, and you just," ziiiiip* "Pull." She looked up after releasing her grip and looked at her first assault victim, they lock eyes. This was as close as she had ever been to him. She could feel the heat coming off his bare chest.

"Can you manage a shirt?" He grabbed the shirt off the bed and pulled it over his head. All of his muscled seemed to flex in that single movement. She gazed at the bed, his armour was weighing the mattress down, and was stained with blood. Somehow she didn't care. She gave a futile attempt at lifting his sword hilt of the bed. "This thing must weigh tons!" He lifted it with ease.

"Where can we put my weapons? Somewhere no one can medal with them. " He said as he lifted the belt strap over his shoulder. (Santa Claus-esque.)

"Keep 'em away from Kris," She retorted playfully. "He has a blade and all things with bullets obsession, it's real unhealthy..." she trailed of as she noticed. She had sub-consciously given him a V-neck and black skinny jeans. Her weakness, men in V-necks and skinnies made her want to sin. She tilted her head, if her friend Sasha was there she would say 'there's her lovey face, can I be the maid of honor?' Sasha Kings was her best friend, always had been. They were practically separated at birth. She cleared her throat to break the silence. "My closet will do. If you want you can lock it." She took the clothing part of the armour from him. Her hand brushed against his missing finger. She made a soft eep noise.

"Sorry, does it bother you?"

"No, just need some good ole getting used to is all..." She thrust her fist to the right, farm hick style. Her phone rang, again.

"Swear to shake it up, you swear to- hello?" She answered. "Oh hi Bren! ...Yeah...uh huh...mmm... well just change the bandages for me. Okay, thanks...bye." She walked away with his armour and threw it into a laundry bin.

"Shake it up?" Altair asked, quoting her ringtone.

"Lets..." She joked. "It's a phone, it allows me to speak with someone miles away. It was my cousin Brent, he's taking care of my horse, Assassino."

"Thank God you haven't replaced those yet!" He said exasperatedly.

"Oh we have, horses are just cooler!"

There was a knock at the door. Evangeline held her index finger up at Altair, one moment. She opened the door to have Sasha walk in (no invitation) with a large bottle of champagne in her arms.

"Guess who just got her first lead role?"

"You're kidding!" Evangeline hugged her.

"I don't kid child! Where are your glasses?" Sasha found them and took out two crystal champagne glasses.

"Three glasses, eh!"

"Three, who is he, where is he and how do I know him." She rolled her eyes.

"You're never gonna believe me," she said as Altair strode into the room. "Altair Ibn La Ahad, from AC," she giggled nervously as Sasha dropped a glass in horror.

"W.T.F!"

And that's all for now folks! Thank you to all my followers, gawsh I sound like a cult, O.o .

This chapter was dedicated to my ONE and ONLY BFF! I love you, you know who you are, you make me happy everyday! You are my sister, and I would raise Robert Downey Jnr.'s love-child with you every day of the week and twice on Sundays!

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Altair: Could you just post the frigen thing so we can drink some champy?

Evangeline101: Well maybe if you Americans stop drinking you can get out of the bathroom and satisfy your women!

Altair: I was born in Masyef, near JURUSALEM!

Evangeline101: whatever turban boy! You still have an American accent! Wriggle outa that one!

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Ps, can't spell Masyef, too lazy to google it so review a correction xP