Hey guys, chinqs here with another chapter of AC: Destiny. Now, just to let you guys know ahead of time, this story will have slow updates, as I live a busy life outside of FF.

Anyways, the way these chapters will work is with a flashback to begin or end with, usually foreshadowing a later chapter, then to the normal story.

Disclaimer: Ubisoft owns AC.

Date Indetermined, 18:20 hrs

Location: Indetermined

"I DON'T CARE HOW IMPORTANT THIS DESMOND IS! THIS MISSION IS NOT WORTH IT!" I yelled, furious at my lack of knowledege on the latest operation.

"He volunteered of his accord." The Mentor said, calmly, almost indifferent. "This is out of your hands, Alex. You have no idea the importance of Desmond, to the Order and to me. You yourself should know this."

"He is part of my team, and you're letting him walk right into an Abstergo trap, AND YOU KNOW IT!" I yelled again, slamming the phone down, and storming away.

"Alex, wait!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. The Mentor was still on speaker phone.

"Alex, I honestly don't give a shit about what your opinion on this is. I'm the leader of the Order and you will obey me!" he yelled.

"What the hell does it matter to you anyways? We lose operatives everyday, its part of life! Who the hell is Desmond anyways?"

"He's my son."

June 8th 2008, 15:00 hrs

Location: Guelph, Ontario

BANG.

My locker slammed shut as I crammed the last of my junk into my backpack and began walking out of school. Finally, after 10 months of assignments, homework and tests, I was free. What was even better was my dad was coming home tonight, after two weeks away on a business trip.

My father was a secretive man. He was an marketer for a rather large tech firm, so he was always away on business trips. My mother was a real estate agent, although she also used to work for the same company my father worked for.

Right now, he was at a marketing meeting in South Dakota, and even though it was in a remote place, he seemed to go there a lot. Whenever he wasn't there, he was on the outskirts of Guelph, where he worked. I never went, both parents forbid me from going to his workplace.

"Alex! You weren't going to leave without saying bye, were you?" yelled a voice from behind me, as I pushed open the door to my school to walk out leaving everyone behind for two months. Everyone except Katie that is, there was no getting rid of her. I turned my head and saw my best friend running towards me. She jumped into my arms hugging me. Her blonde hair tickled my nose.

"Well, I kinda wanted to get out of here... You know me," I said sheepishly. Most people thought we were a couple, and maybe we were. Our families were close, both of our parents knew each other since high school, and we had known each other since forever.

Katie laughed, then said, "Well, I better be seeing you later this summer, right?"

I nodded, "I couldn't get rid of you even if I wanted to," We walked through the doors together as I began, "But you know I'm busy with track and swimming this summer."

She laughed, "Yep, you're never getting rid of me. And you know our parents are going to get together at least once this summer, then I'm never leaving your side. Or, you know, you could just stop doing all of these sports."

"Yeah well, my Dad is making me. Its been 15 years since I started, why would he make me stop now?"

"Hey, at least you're in good shape," she smiled, poking me in the arms.

I laughed, and kept walking. We walked in silence for the rest of the way home, just enjoying the freedom of finally being out of school. About five minutes later, Katie turned down her street, but not before yelling out, "Text me later!"

Living near your highschool has few perks, but the best is that getting home takes no time at all.

"Mom, I'm home!" .

"Hey bud!" she yelled back, "I'm cooking spaghetti, tonight, and don't forget dad's coming back tonight too!"

I smiled, "Yeah, I remembered." I walked up the stairs throwing myself and my backpack on my bed. I barely had time to close my eyes before my mom came up and threw a pair of shoes onto my chest.

Sitting up immediately and grabbing the shoes I scowled at my mother, "Ow! What was that for Mom?"

"Dad's coming home tonight, and you still haven't done your workout for today. Get going, I want to have dinner as a family. It's been a while." She turned and walked away, without giving me a chance to say anything back. You could say my parents were tough on me, daily workouts, loads of homework and studying, taking French and Mandarin classes on the side... It was tough, but they always told me that I would need these skills later.

I had no idea for what, but my brother Kenny had gone through the same thing and he now was working for the same firm my dad did, so I guess it does pay off.

I did like it occasionally, daily workouts do clear my mind, but sometimes I just wanted to be lazy. Today was one of those days. "I was kinda hoping you'd forget," I mumbled as I quickly changed into my running clothes, and ran down the stairs, opened the door and ran outside yelling back at my mom.

"Be back in thirty minutes or so!"

Running was one of the only things that calmed me. Running through the streets of the neighbourhood that I grew up in, past my elementary school, past Katie's house and past the park where I first learned to climb.

Climbing and running. My two best abilities.

Well, at least the two best the people actually know about... There was another. I didn't know how to describe it, but I've had it since I was a child. I distinctly remember the day I found them; I was playing hide and seek with my older brother Kenny and his best friend in the nearby forest behind the high school. They obviously made me the 'seeker' and me, being only five, couldn't find them.

Crying, I sat down and when I opened my eyes, everything was pitch black and yet the sun was still high in the sky. The squirrels and the other animals were outlined in white, and finally I could see two blue outlines hiding in a tree far ahead. From that day on, I never lost a game of hide and seek again.

Finally, I finished lacing up my shoes, said goodbye to my mom and began running. As I ran I closed my eyes, and concentrated, wiping my mind of all things. When I opened them, my vision was pitch-black once again, except for the outline of objects inanimate or animate. Most were grey or white, but occasionally I'd see someone who was outlined in blue.

After all these years, I still had no name for my ability that I had, but I had learned most of its secrets. I knew that blue meant that someone was a friend, red was someone that was potentially an enemy, and on the rare occasion, yellow, something I was following or looking to find. That one was especially useful when I lost my phone or keys.

Looking up as I ran, I saw a group of teens form my school. It was the Waldorf gang. They thought they were so cool with their tattoos and just because they were all related some guy who worked for the corporate giant, Abstergo Industries. "Stupid thugs," I thought, as I ran closer and closer to them. They were outlined in red, which was perfectly normal, I was always scrapping with them in some way.

"Hey Indian!" yelled their leader, Ian, "Or should I call you Ching-Chong?" His stupid cousins and brothers all laughed. They were all huge, all brawn, no brain types, except for Ian, who was faster, but still just as stupid.

I slowed my pace to a walk and said, unfazed by the remarks aimed against my mixed ethnicity. "That depends, whatever one you can spell, you can use."

His face automatically went red. "Why you little..." he said.

Chuckling and shaking my head, I started to run again but was quickly blocked by two of his older cousins. I sighed and put my head down. "Are we really going to do this now Ian?"

"I'm not... But they are."

The two men who blocked me began cracking their knuckles with sinister smirks on their faces.

"Its go time," I thought, activating my unique ability. The twins were no longer outlined in red, but now yellow, and I could anticipate their every move. The larger one moved first.

His yellow outline moved his hand in a right uppercut, and his real body began to make that move soon after. Unfortunately for him, I was faster. Much faster. I ducked, and did a simple sweep of his legs, knocking him down.

The second one yelled out in protest, as I saw his yellow silhouette charging towards me. I simply sidestepped, letting the 200+ pound seventeen year old, run past me, tripping over my outstreched legs.

Years of grueling training, daily workouts, strict diets, had attuned my reflexes to be near superhuman. I guess it does pay off.

"Get him!" Ian yelled, pointing to some of his other cousins.

They circled around me, and this time it was my turn to make a move. I swung at the guy nearest me, with a right bolo punch, a lowercut to the chin. I instantly landed a hit, knocking him out.

"Come on!" I yelled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a yellow silhouette coming at me with a roundhouse kick. I ducked and jabbed in a quick succession to his chest, leaving him breathless.

As soon as I knocked him down, another fist went hurdling to my face, but I ducked again and swept his legs. The poor kid tried to soften his fall by using his arm, but just ended up breaking it with a loud crack.

I disposed of the rest of the thugs in a similar manner very quickly, only one punch had landed, across my jawbone. I turned to Ian and yelled, "Just you and me now!"

He looked at his watch and smiled. "That's what you think, Assassin. Better go and check on Mommy." And he turned around laughing, walking away and abandoning his moaning relatives.

I began to run after him but hesitated. Check on Mommy? "Sonofabitch." I sprinted home.

"Mom?" I asked as I walked through the already open front door.

CRACK

I looked down to see that I stepped on glass. This wasn't just one of Ian's pranks, something was seriously wrong.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked more frantically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Mom, where are you?"

The blinds were down, lights were off, and the entrance hallway was barely visible.

I walked over to the light switch and turned it on.

Immediately, the light illuminated the hallway revealing shattered glass, empty shotgun shells and bullet casings. The entire room smelled like blood, smoke and sweat. I heard my shoes squeak. Looking down I noticed a streak of blood leading into the family room. My heart dropped, this wasn't happening.

I ran my fingers through my hair, scared and confused. "What's going on? Mom! Mom...?"

My mind was going a mile a minute, my lifesaving skills kicked in. EMS. Police. 911. I need them. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed in the 3 numbers that we were always taught to dial in case of an emergency.

The phone began to ring as I walked through the hallways of my devastated house. "Come on, come on, hurry," I whispered, following the streak of blood and broken glass. A sudden crash of glass caused me to drop my phone and jump startled. Picking up the phone, I saw that the screen was cracked and blood had gotten into the circuits. It was useless now.

"Mom!" I yelled, discarding the phone and continuing to walk down the hallway of my destroyed house. On the white walls, were bloody handprints, streaking and smothered. Bullet holes littered the walls, and glass was broken everywhere.

I walked into the kitchen and saw that the fridge had a huge gaping hole in it, made by a shotgun. There was definitely an attack here, and it had something to do with what Ian had said earlier. Groceries were everywhere, eggs spilled and broken all over the floor, milk spilled, my mom's spaghetti sauce all over the floor, morbidly paralleling the blood that I saw earlier. The knife rack lay on the ground sprawled and spread out all over the floor.

Observing the still liquid state of the eggs, I deduced that the attack occurred recently, meaning that someone could still be here. I slowly picked up one of the knives and held it in my hand, following the trail of blood until I saw... it.

A dead body. There was no mistaking the smell of blood think in the air, or the empty eyes staring straight into my soul. The colourless pale skin seemed to showcase the crater that was the man's chest, his bloody ribs caved in and painting with the oozing bright thick red blood. The knife fell to the floor with a clang.

I threw up, my head dizzy and the world spinning. I fell to the floor convulsing, as I began spewing the half-digested food from earlier. I kept myself upright on my hands and knees, breathing heavily through my burning throat and nostrils trying not to fall over from shock. Seeing a dead body for the first time is traumatizing, especially one that was as horrifying as this. I stared at the floor which was beyond disgusting and forced myself to stand up. "Have to find Mom," I thought.

Disgusted with the cadaver that lay in front of me and the bile that I could taste in my throat, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and kept following the trail of blood that followed the body.

"House broken into, fridge shot through, man fucking shot dead... what happened?" I whispered to myself. I spat out what was left of my vomit in my mouth and continued walking. Around the corner I saw the pale feet of another body. "No, not again." My stomach churned, my head went dizzy and I almost fell to the floor again but I stopped myself short. "Pull it together, Alex. Find Mom, find Dad and get out of here." I kept walking turned the corner and saw the rest of the body.

This one was female. This one was my mother.

"No, no, no, no, no. This is not happening, this is not happening." My head was spinning at the nightmare that lay before my eyes. "M-mom?" There was dead silence, as tears began to well up in my eyes. "Mom? You're okay right? Right?" I began slowly walking over to my mother, my hands trembling, head dizzy and tears threatening to spill over. She had a bullet wound to the chest, and was losing blood quickly. It's smaller than the other one, she'll survive this, I know it.

"Mom, answer me!" I screamed, to morbid silence once more. But finally...

"Alex," she whispered. "Alex, come closer." she whispered even softer.

"Mom," I whispered back, tears beginning to spill over my eyes. I already knew the unthinkable was upon me. My mother was dying. "Mom, don't go, please." Her hands were cold in my own warm, trembling hands. My eyes refused to believe what was in front of me as I shook with sadness and fear.

"Alex, you need to listen." my mom urged. "Pay attention, this is incredibly important." She coughed, clutching her bleeding chest and moaning in pain.

I nodded, tears continuing to fall.

"Contact your father. Tell them that they came, that they are onto us. Tell him that I want to you go to the Farm." she said, "Take this." She slowly lifted up her hand, but on it was a bracer, leather coated with a strange insigna on it. I unstrapped it from her arm and put it on mine.

"Be careful, I love you, Alex, I..." And she closed her eyes for the last time.

"Mom..." I cried, and tears fell like rain onto her bloody chest. "Mom!" I sobbed, falling over into her chest, holding her even though she would never come back. Never again could I hug her, tell her I loved her.

Never again would I celebrate Mother's day, nor Christmas or even Hallowe'en. My mother was gone forever. "Stop," I told myself. I could get help, she's going to be fine. People recover from clinical death all the time, she just needs blood and medical attention quick. I needed to first stop the bleeding. Taking my shirt off I ripped a large piece and tied it around my mother's body putting pressure on the wound.

"Okay, gotta call 911," I thought. They'll help. They can save her, then Dad will come home and we can all have dinner, just like she wanted. Remembering that my cell phone was destroyed I got up and ran to the home phone, knowing that if the ambulance came fast, that she would survive. The phone had no dial tone. The lines were cut.

I fell to my knees and placed my head in my hands not realizing that my mother's blood was now painting my face. "Fucking hell, I don't understand." I broke down sobbing, unable to touch my face now that I realize that it was hot with my own mother's blood.

I paid attention to the smallest details, a fly buzzing around, the small breeze wafting through the house, footsteps and the cocking of a gun in the background.

"Yes, let it end." I thought, "I don't care anymore."

As if the footsteps heard my thoughts, it said, "Now you die, Assassin."

Assassin. Ian had said the same thing. I began to wonder what it meant, before realizing that it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered anymore.

Suddenly a bang went off, but I was not dead. I lifted my head up from floor and my bloody hands, to see a tall, hooded man, fighting hand to hand combat, with a knife. A knife that seemed to come straight from his wrist.

The man quickly defeated my would-be-killer, stabbing him in the chest. I instinctively threw up again, my stomach aching as there was very little left to expire.

"Rest in hell you Templar son of a bitch," he said to the fresh corpse. He walked over and removed his hood showing a familiar, but saddened face. My brother was home.

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