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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Fill: Orphaned 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-27 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)-------------------
Altair had known that Franklin was far away. However he hadn’t realized it was hours worth of being enclosed in a darkened space with three other children, far away. So when the truck rolled to a stop, and the door opened with a loud creaking groan, Altair would have been lying if he had said he was anything other than relieved. He held up a hand to shield himself from the light that flooded through, and quietly pushed himself up into a standing position up against the wall of the trailer. He looked around, squinting through the sunlight, and saw Ezio slowly standing up looking dazed and disoriented as if he had just woken up. Connor and Aveline were pulling themselves up as well, smoothing down their rumbled clothes and rubbing at their eyes to try and ward off the offending sunlight.
Altair turned and walked over to the opening in the truck where the driver was standing, holding the door open with one hand. He sat down and swung his feet off the edge of the truck and slid down onto the ground. “When you said ‘Franklin’, I assumed you meant the one in the same state.” He muttered.
“I did. It’s a three hour drive up there, at least.”
Altair turned to look up at him and put his hands on his hips. “There? Don’t you mean… here?” He blinked and glanced around and noticed they were most definitely not in any city. They were sitting in a parking lot, right next to the highway and near a small brown building. “This isn’t Franklin.” Altair stated dumbly as Ezio came to the open door.
“What gives?” The younger boy asked, leaning up against the door.
“It’s a rest stop. I gotta head in.” The driver jerked a thumb at the building. “I figured you’d appreciate the chance to stretch your legs.”
“Oh.” Altair frowned and folded his arms. “Sure. Thanks.”
The driver turned around and began to walk out to building and Altair watched him go before hauling himself back up on to the truck, and sitting down, kicking his feet out. Ezio slid down next to him, and Connor and Aveline approached the edge as well, though Connor remained standing. Ezio leaned over and smiled at the two, trying to look reassuring. “Hey, I’m sure we’re almost there!”
Connor nodded, but Aveline continued to stare at the ground in thoughtful contemplation. Or at least that’s what Altair had thought it was before she spoke. “I’m hungry.”
Altair frowned as Connor slid down and sat next to her, taking her hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He grimaced as he felt a nagging sensation of guilt worming its way up through his gut. He looked over at Ezio, who just gave him a small remorseful grin.
“I’m hungry, too.”
When he had dictated he hadn’t wanted to be caught playing babysitter, he had thought he had been clear on that. Yet here he was, being burdened with the responsibility of making sure three kids got something to eat. Altair turned around and grabbed his duffle bag, before pulling it closer to him. He pulled the zipper down and pulled the cloth open before jumping down onto the ground and turning himself around to face the back of the truck. He set it down and pulled the side pocket open revealing his stash of stolen candy bars and chips. “Here.” He said shoving towards the three of them, and folding his arms. “Take whatever.”
He may as well have set down a trunk of gold and jewels in front of a band of pirates, and said ‘have at it’. Connor and Aveline descended upon the bag of food like hyenas, grabbing at the food and ripping at the wrappers with frantic hands. Altair and Ezio stood back at a distance, watching slack jawed. Finally, the two children backed off, their fingers filled with granola bars and chocolate. Ezio took a few hesitant steps forwards and peered into the bag before taking a step back and whistling. “You haven’t eaten in a while, huh?”
Connor looked up at the two, and swallowed with some difficulty. “Just a few days…”
Altair felt his stomach clench a little. “You haven’t eaten in a few days?”
“Its not that bad.” Connor wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. “Your stomach sort of turns off after a while, and you just forget you’re hungry.”
Altair remembered those days, from when he had first run away from the boarding school. It had seemed like a good idea, and he felt invincible, until the pains set into his stomach. More than once he had thought about going back, and on nights where he had gone very long stretches without eating anything, he was not ashamed to admit he had shed more than a few tears. Ezio turned around, and stared at him for a few minutes as if he was trying to decipher the look on Altair’s face, or read his thoughts. He then turned back to the children, and walked over to pull himself up onto the truck. “So, don’t you have any family anywhere?”
“No.” Connor lowered his hands to his lap, and looked over. “I just had my mom.” Aveline just shook her head, and continued to much away at a pop tart, silently staring at her feet, as she continued to kick them back and forth, idly. Connor looked over at her briefly, putting a hand on her shoulder, trying to be comforting.
Ezio frowned and tucked his knees under him. “So you ran away? Maybe the police could help you find someone to take care of you.”
Connor looked up at Ezio, with a determined glare. “No.”
“Why not?”
“My mom said not to trust the police.” He said, looking over at Aveline, who continued to stare at her feet.
“There are bad people in the police.”
“Bad people?” Altair folded his arms and took a few steps forwards. “What do you mean, bad people?”
“The people who took my mom away.” Aveline looked up. “The people who work for the company with the triangle logo.”
“Abstergo?” Altair raised his eyebrow. “That’s right, I thought it was weird a police car had the Abstergo logo on it.” He muttered, and subconsciously began to dig his nails into the fabric of his jacket. “I thought they were a medicine company…”
“You said that before too.” Ezio looked over. “Why did you think that?”
Altair looked up quickly, and noticed all three of them were staring at him, expectantly. He scowled and lowered his head again, turning his eyes away. “A couple years ago, my dad and I were driving somewhere… when another car smashed into us.” He lifted his beanie up, revealing a few scars on his head, and then raised his left hand to show where his ring finger was missing. “I got pretty lucky… but when I was in the hospital I remember seeing the Abstergo logo on all the medicine bottles, and on the nurse’s name tags.”
“Those are the bad people.” Aveline stated, and Connor nodded.
“My mom told me to stay away from them. And to find someone who could help me.” He reached back into his back pocket and pulled out a faded yellow slip of paper that looked like it had been folded over a couple of times. He slowly unfolded it and revealed it was a map, though it looked fairly old. Altair walked over to the two children, and looked down to examine it, and Connor raised his hand and pointed to the top corner. “She told me to find this place.”
Altair followed Connor’s finger, and his eyes widened at what it was pointing to. Ezio leaned over and the shock was just as visible on his face as well. “Altair…” He whispered. “Isn’t that the same symbol on your dad’s journal?”
“What?” Connor blinked looking up at him.
Altair said nothing, only swallowed heavily and walked over to his duffle bag. He pulled it open and plunged his arm deep into the bag, fishing around inside it for what felt like an eternity. Finally his fingers closed around his father’s journal and he pulled it out and held it up in front of his face. He looked down at the map again and then lowered the journal slowly, holding them side-by-side. Indeed it was the exact same symbol written on the map’s surface. Connor looked up at him, his eyes wide and Aveline’s fingers entwined around his shirt collar so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Ezio crawled over and looked at the two symbols, and whistled.
“That’s really weird.”
“It’s not weird.” Altair snapped.
“It isn’t?”
Altair turned to look at the three kids who were all staring up at him, confusion heavy in their features and he sighed. “Four kids connected by the exact same symbol, who have all had a run in with this Abstergo Company, just happen to run into each other after losing their parents?” He held up his journal. “There is no way that’s a coincidence. Something is going on here, and I intend to find out what.”
“What does that mean?” Aveline asked, staring up at him.
“It means, once we get to Franklin, we’re sticking together a while longer.”
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If the ride before had seemed to drag on and on, it had gone far too quickly once the children had all piled back into the truck and they had taken off again. Even though they spent the remainder of the trip in absolute contemplative silence, it felt like they had only been driving for a few minutes before the truck pulled to a stop again. Altair had clung to his father’s journal through the entire trip, absently tracing his finger along the black indent of the symbol on the front. When the door opened again, he was greeted with light once more, but it was far less harsh this time, as the sun had gone down significantly lower into the sky, and dusk was beginning to set in. Altair looked around him at his traveling companions and slowly removed himself from the truck, swinging his legs over the edge and sliding down to the ground. Ezio followed him, silently, and the two looked back into the truck as Aveline and Connor slowly emerged as well, grabbing onto the edge of the truck and lowering themselves slowly onto the floor.
Altair turned and looked up at the driver, and gave him a small slanted grin. “Thanks, sir.” He mumbled and Ezio looked up from behind him.
“Yeah, thanks a lot. You really helped us out.”
“Sure. You kids just get to your family’s house before dark. And no more hitch hiking, alright?”
“Yes sir.” Altair nodded, and looked back at his traveling companions before looking over at the driver one more time and furrowing his brow. He thought briefly on what he had seen on the map that Connor had showed him and willed himself to remember just what street he had seen the symbol on. “Can you tell us how to get to Victorian Drive?” He said folding his arms. “Is it far from here?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know where that is.”
“What street are we on now, then?”
“Karl Road.”
“Okay.” Altair looked down at Connor and motioned for him to hand him the map. “Thanks, we’ll find it from here.”
Fill: Orphaned 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-27 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)“Is it far?”
Altair’s scowl only became more pronounced as he folded the paper and handed it to Connor who pocketed it quickly. “We’ve got some walking to do.” He muttered, shivering as a gust of wind blew past them. “Let’s get going.”
Connor and Aveline exchanged a look, and then Aveline reached over, taking Connor’s hand in her own, and he looked up at Altair with an approving nod. Altair nodded back at him and then turned, so his back was to the wind and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“This way.”
The four of them walked along, trudging through the small amounts of snow that had managed to dust the ground, and carefully avoiding the patches of ice that lay littered among the sidewalks like a slippery minefield. The streets were small and rural looking, and most of the stores looked like they had once been houses. Though as they trekked across the blocks, the buildings slowly became slightly more industrial looking, and as they did, they also became more and more run down and shady looking. The houses that they passed had boarded up windows and were sprayed with graffiti and each lawn was lined with chained fences.
Altair remained largely unperturbed by the sights, having seen his fair share of bad neighborhoods, and Ezio was practically whistling. In the year he had known Ezio he had seen him upset, or disturbed by something maybe twice. These things clearly did not apply to the two children they found themselves walking with, however. Aveline was gripping her own hands so tightly and shivering so much she could barely even keep up a good pace, and Altair found himself nearly tripping on her, more than once. Connor on the other hand was at least pretending to put up a brave front, though Altair could see he was a little shaken up as well.
“Are you scared?” He asked, looking down at the children who continued to walk ahead of them. They both looked back at him, and Altair suddenly found himself wishing he hadn’t asked.
“No!” Aveline frowned. “I’m just cold.”
“Me too.” Connor huffed.
Altair held up his hands as a symbol of surrender. “Alright, alright, sorry.” He looked down and watched them continue to walk, through the streets as they became more and more dilapidated by the second. Altair was beginning to wonder if they kept walking if they’d eventually find a lost civilization or ruins. The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky, and the temperature was falling just as quickly, but still he saw no sign of Victorian Drive. Signs of any living accommodations were slowly vanishing as well, being replaced with factories and warehouses, and Altair found himself slightly more on edge than usual. In all honesty he was nervous. This whole thing was a little too crazy for him to buy. It was all conspiracy and treachery and the sort of thing you read about in stories. Still, he was going to find answers even if it killed him. And as they continued to walk, that option was starting to seem more and more likely.
“Altair.”
He looked up sharply at the mention of his name and saw Ezio had stopped walking, and so had Connor and Aveline. He frowned at the trio and readjusted his hands in his pockets. “What?”
“We’re here.” Ezio pointed upwards, and Altair followed his finger. A green street sign, covered in moss and vines sat on a lonely pole. Though some of the foliage, Altair was barely able to read the words ‘Victorian Drive.’ Not that there was anything about the place that could be called Victorian. Altair looked down and found himself face to face with a large abandoned warehouse, with faded dull blue-grey walls, and peeling paint. The windows were boarded shut, and there were rusted chains on almost every door, except one heavy looking one in front of them which read: “Employee Entrance Only.”
“Are you sure this is it?” Connor looked up at him, looking rather nervous.
Altair glanced around him, and then looked down at his feet. “Look, tire tracks.” He pointed down. “Someone was just here… probably a few hours ago.” He muttered.
“Several someones.” Ezio spoke up, walking over. “There are a lot of tracks over here too… Maybe its just a warehouse and people just went home from work.”
“From work? Here?” Altair motioned to it. “Look at this place.” He slowly began to make his way towards it, and Ezio followed. Connor and Aveline hung back.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Connor called again.
Altair walked up to the door with the employee’s entrance sign and leaned down, to touch the doorknob. He wrapped his fingers around it, and as he did he felt slight grooves in the metal. He looked down at it, pulling his hand away and leaning down to get a better look. And sure enough, there it was. The same symbol.
“I’m sure.” He said, standing up and looking back at Connor and Aveline. “Come on, quick. Before someone sees us.” He jerked a thumb at the door, and the two children rushed over to meet him. “It’s probably locked,” he muttered, and looked down at the children. “so we should find something to pry it open with--”
As the words left his mouth, Ezio smoothly reached over him and pushed his hand up against the door, and much to Altair’s surprise, it swung open with incredible ease. The doorframe was splintered and broken, and the door creaked as it swung into the darkness of the warehouse.
“Or… that.”
“It looks like someone else broke in here.” Ezio walked into the building, putting his hands to his hips, and fearlessly taking a glance around. Connor took a deep breath and very slowly followed him in leaving Altair and Aveline standing out alone. Altair looked down at her, and she glanced up at him in return. Very slowly she reached up and took two of his fingers in her hand and smiled.
“Don’t be scared.”
Altair startled a little at her words, and then flushed indignantly. He huffed and walked inside, but he did not pull his hand away from hers. He could see instantly that Ezio was right. It did look like someone else had broken in before them as the place was completely ransacked. Crates and tables were overturned, and broken glass lined the floors, with splintered pieces of chairs. “This couldn’t have happened more than a few hours ago.” Altair looked down at a glass jar that was shattered on the floor in a mixture of broken glass and what he assumed was jam. “This definitely isn’t more than a day old.”
“So the people who did this could still be here?” Connor asked, turning around, his eyes darting around nervously.
“I doubt it.” Altair shook his head. “We’d know if they were.”
Ezio continued to walk further into the warehouse, looking under boxes and turning around corners, to examine things closer. Altair kept a slower pace with Connor and Aveline, looking around, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that had to do with the symbol. As they searched, he felt his heart begin to sink. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but had certainly not been an abandoned and ransacked warehouse. As he began to let out a sigh of disappointment however, Aveline let out a blood-curdling scream.
Altair nearly jumped a foot in the air and looked down at the little girl, who continued to cling to him. She was grabbing onto him and backed up against his leg, as she stared on in horror. Slowly he lifted his head, following her gaze. His eyes moved along the floor, until they settled on the body of a man. Lying in a pool of his own blood.
He reacted instantly, grabbing Aveline and turning her around and holding her tightly against him, pushing her face into his stomach. She wrapped her arms around him obligingly, and he turned to hold a hand over Connor’s eyes, as he turned. “Don’t look!” He ordered.
Connor jumped, clearly startled, but slowly raised his hands to his face to cover his eyes anyhow. Ezio was leaping over broken tables and smashed glass, to run over to them. He slowed to a stop, and looked over at the man before quickly holding a hand over his mouth and nose. “Oh my god!”
“Is he dead…?” Aveline spoke, shuddering into Altair’s jacket.
“Yeah…” Altair swallowed heavily. “Yeah I think he is…”
“Holy shit, Altair!” Ezio reached up, grabbing at his hair. “That’s a dead body! That’s a dead person!”
“I see what it is, Ezio!” Altair snapped. “Just stop panicking!”
“Stop panicking?! That’s a corpse!”
“Shut up!” He glared. “I get it, okay! Look, we’ll get out of here, and call the police—“
“No!” Aveline looked up at him suddenly. “We can’t go to the police!”
“Well we can’t just do nothing!” Altair glared down at her, reaching up to run a hand over his forehead,
“But the police are--”
“Hey!”
Altair, Ezio and Aveline all turned to Connor, who had turned around and was standing with his head craned to one side. “What?”
“Is someone crying?” The boy turned around, frowning deeply.
A quiet hush fell over the group as they all strained their ears to hear. Altair practically had to hold his breath before he heard it. There was indeed the sound of someone crying, and it sounded very close. Altair raised his head and looked over at Ezio, who looked back to him in turn before turning around and raising a hand to his mouth and yelling. “Is someone here?”
The crying stopped almost instantly, and all three children exchanged glances, the dead body nearly forgotten. Connor licked his lips nervously before holding his hand up and pointing to behind Altair, where the dead man lay. “I think it was coming from over there.”
Altair slowly pulled Aveline from him, pushing her towards Ezio, whom she grabbed onto instantly. He turned around and squinted into the darkness past the dead man on the floor, and saw a small unassuming closet door. He swallowed heavily, and looked back at the group behind him before taking a few hesitant steps forwards. He picked his feet up carefully, stepping over the man with deliberate and cautious steps.
“Careful…” Ezio whispered.
“I know.” Altair spoke through gritted teeth, navigating his way around the cadaver. He warily headed towards the closet door, which was blocked with the debris of several heavy crates. He knelt beside them and shifted all of his weight against them, slowly and noisily moving them out of the way. Once the doorway was cleared, he stood up straight once again, and took hold of the doorknob and turned it. To his surprise it opened with a click, and he pulled the door open revealing a very small room, stacked with metal wire shelves, which were lined with cleaning equipment and boxes full of trash bags. However, on the floor of the closet, was the small quivering frame of a young boy, who couldn’t have been older than two.
Altair stared down at the child for a full minute before the boy lifted his tear stained face to him. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, and quietly examined the boy who continued to stare at him through red and puffy eyelids. Very slowly, and cautiously, Altair extended his hand to the boy, who recoiled violently, shoving himself up against the metal shelves and crying out. Altair gasped in shock and leaned forwards, onto his hands and knees, reaching out again.
“Hey! Its okay! Its okay, I’m not here to hurt you!” He spoke in what he hoped was a calming voice. “It’s okay… My name is Altair.” He held his hand out again. “Come on, come here.”
The boy looked down at his head nervously, and slowly began to remove himself from the wall, and crawled over to Altair with an agonizingly slow pace. Altair reached down, taking the boy under the arms and lifting him up while rocking back onto his knees. He set the boy down on his leg, and looked him up and down, before his eyes settled on a glinting silver object around his neck. He reached up and took the small silver pendant that hung on a chain, and pulled it out from the boy’s shirt, as the boy started to wipe at his face, sniffing as he did so.
Altair’s eyes widened as he fully brought the pendant into view, and found himself holding the same insignia that had been on his father’s journal, and Connor’s map. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” He muttered turning the pendant over in his fingers. On the back of it, along one of the lines of the symbol was a small engraving that Altair had to lean in and squint to see. Upon closer inspection he was barely able to make out the word, and he leaned back. “Desmond… Huh? Your name is Desmond?” He looked down at the boy he still held on his lap,
The boy nodded and wiped his nose again, fresh tears brimming in his eyes. Altair felt his heart tighten in his chest, as he cleared his throat and stood up, lifting Desmond with him. “Well don’t worry, Desmond. We’re here to help. We’ll get you out of here.” He reached up and pushed Desmond’s face into his shoulder. “But you can’t look, okay? Keep your eyes closed.”
Desmond nodded into his shoulder, and Altair turned around, to face the other three children who were still lined up behind him. He slowly left the closet, and as quietly and respectfully as he could stepped back over the dead body. He walked over to his other companions, and heaved a deep breath, as Desmond clung to his shoulder, shaking with some tears beginning to stain Altair’s jacket.
Ezio frowned at him, and took a step closer. “This is way too deep, Altair…” He muttered, looking at the kid.
“We’re not in that deep, Ezio.” Altair scowled. “I can still think of something.”
As if the world simply heard him speak the words, and decided it was determined to prove him wrong, the second he finished speaking, Altair became painfully aware of the sound of sirens blaring just outside the warehouse door, and flashing red and blue lights pouring in through the boarded up windows. He gulped audibly, and looked over at Ezio who was staring at him in unadulterated horror. He sighed, and shifted Desmond in his grip.
“Okay. NOW we’re in too deep.”
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Re: Fill: Orphaned 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-30 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)OP.