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[(Anonymous)]

A/N: So sorry for the long wait on this!!! Holidays and family, you know! But this is a long action-packed chapter. I hope it is worth the wait. Happy New Years fellow Apocalypse survivors!

“Come, Enoch. I wish to show you something.”

She whispers in his ear as if telling him a great secret, before she pulls him out of her dormitory room and into the hallway. It is late, and there are not many others awake at this time, making it fairly easy for them to avoid detection as they sneak through the hallways of the building. When they reach the center of the building, Menrva uses her sphere to unlock a door. Behind the door is a small, round room in the center of which sits a pedestal. On the pedestal there is a sphere many times the size of the one Menrva keeps on her person. It is illuminated with a subtle white glow. Enoch finds himself drawn to it.

“This is the Tree,” Menrva tells him, motioning towards the sphere. “My thesis and grand project.”

“What does it do?”

“Many things, and when it is complete, it will do many more. For now, it shows what has been and what is yet to be,” Menrva answers him.

Enoch looks askance at her, and she smiles.

“Does it work?”

“Partially. Touch the Tree, Enoch, and tell me what you see.”

He brushes his hand against the sphere –

~ ~ ~

– Enoch is surrounded by nothing but white as far as he can see. There are no shadows or sound, no ground to hold him, and no air to breath. And then the space around him breaks apart, pieces of nothing falling away –

~ ~ ~

It is dark. He hears a hissing sound as something is lifted away from him. Bright light assails his eyes, causing him to blink. When his sight clears, he sees a woman dressed entirely in white standing over him, pulling something out of his throat. He sucks in a deep and hollow breath and coughs, his throat dry and sore. With great effort, he forces himself to sit up, and take notice of his surroundings. He is partially naked and sitting in a pod, his entire body covered with a sticky film, which he wipes out of his eyes and spits out of his mouth. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse from disuse.

“Status report,” Enoch orders, although the voice that comes from his mouth is not his own.

“Over half of the pods have failed, we no longer have the resources to sustain them. I had no other choice than to wake you. The situation is critical. If we don't make landfall soon, we are all dead.”

The woman grabs his hand, helps him out of the sticky fluid, and pulls him to his feet. He stumbles forward at first, as if his legs don't have quite the strength to support his body. The woman catches him, helps put him right. She hands him a cloth, and he proceeds to wipe the remaining film off of his body with it.

“So, this is it, then. We, who have survived the war and the exodus, just to die in the black of space.”

“All is not yet lost. The Atlas has found a location in a nearby system that is almost ideal, Commander -- temperate with the right atmosphere and teaming with primitive life.”

The woman touches a device in her hand, and then there is a great blue ball of white, green and blue hanging in the air in front of them.

“Almost?”

“There are some concerns about the stability of the planet's sun.”

“We have been running for far too long. This will have to be home now. If we die here, at least we will die free.”

~ ~ ~

– The space around Enoch lurches and folds. The white nothingness returns and then –

~ ~ ~

He is in the middle of a city that rivals Eden in its splendor. The grand buildings reach the sky, and Enoch is surrounded by lights and color and sound. There are people around him; so many that he can't count, all of them different. The people are as colorful as the city, some of them dark skinned, some pale, some with blonde hair, some with brown, others with hair of impossible colors. There are men, women, and even children, all of them moving in every direction with purpose as they go about their lives. Noisy machines of all different colors carry people on the street. Moving pictures made of light cover the sides of all the buildings around him. When Enoch looks up, he cannot see the stars.

Enoch turns and looks at his reflection in the smooth, glassy side of a building. The man that stares back at him shares his face and his scar, but is older than Enoch and wears clothes the likes of which Enoch has never seen before. He reaches out a hand to touch his reflection, feels the cold surface of the building against the tips of his fingers.

“You okay, mate?”

A hand clasps his shoulder and Enoch turns. There is a man with light hair and jewelery made of metal and glass on his face looking at him with some concern.

“Yeah, I'm fine, Shaun. Just... sometimes I feel like I'm not alone in my own head, you know?”

Enoch feels himself answer, the words foreign and not his, and yet he understands them completely.

“Do try and hold onto your sanity, I don't wish to pull you off of the pavement, considering,” Shaun replies snidely, tilting his head back to look up.

Eyes that do not belong to Enoch follow the direction of the other mans gaze to the top of the tallest building he's ever seen,

“You are joking, right? You guys want me to climb that?!?”

“Well, not completely. Rebecca is able to circumvent the security on the first sixty four floors, so you can take the lift that far at least.”

“Yeah, tell her thanks for the consideration.”

“We do our best.”

He snorts, and turns towards his companion, facing him fully.

“Hey Shaun? Before I go, I wanna ask you something.”

“Yes, because we have all the time in the world. No wait, actually, we don't --”

“Shut up, you ass. I'm serious.”

The man named Shaun sighs deeply, and adjusts the metal jewelry on his face – glasses, a voice in Enoch's mind supplies. It occurs to Enoch that the man who is not him might be aware of his presence in some way. It is a strange feeling.

“Why now, Shaun? What makes this solar flare so bad? I mean, I've been googling and shit, and apparently there was a really bad solar flare in 1859, yet we are all still here.”

“Are you seriously asking me that question, Desmond? Now?!?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I'm risking my life here... and my sanity with the animus. How do we know that we aren't being taken for a ride by Minerva and Juno? I mean, I'd kinda like to know before I throw myself off the tallest building in New York for a stupid battery.”

Shaun shakes his head.

“Just look around you, Desmond. Look at the cars on the street, look at the buildings, look at the busy city lights. Look at the smog in the air, at the casual display of excess shown by everyone on the street. Look at all the people on their cell phones, going about their day, consuming, taking, using without any care at all for the environment. Consider all the radio towers, all the satellites, all the factories, all the planes in the sky, and consider everything we have done to this planet in the name of progress since the industrial revolution. We have repeated the same mistakes as those who came before, reaching for the power of the gods without any regards to what it might cost. It took nearly 75,000 years for the ozone to repair itself from the damage done by those who came before, and we have undone that in less than two hundred years. You want to know why we aren't being taken for a ride, Desmond? Because humanity has learned nothing and we have destroyed our only natural defense against coronal mass ejections. That's why.”

'Hey, whoever's hitching a ride, I know you're there.'

The voice that is not his speaks in his head, addressing him. Enoch feels the city starting to fade away, as a sense of wrongness fills him. This, this is not allowed somehow, the other should not be aware –

'Please remember this, take all this shit to heart. If I fuck up the world, I had no choice.'

~ ~ ~

– There is a lurch, a splash of white, and then Enoch is in Eden and Eden is burning. He is being held in someone's arms, being loaded onto a transport, a child –

~ ~ ~

– Another flash of white, and Enoch is looking through his father's eyes –

~ ~ ~

There is a man with golden hair and golden eyes handing him a staff. The man looks like a citizen of Eden, but wears the clothes of a villager. Enoch is immediately wary of him.

His father reaches and takes the staff from the golden haired man. Enoch feels the power of the staff as soon as it touches his father's hand.

“Combine this weapon with an apple, and you will have them at your feet,” the blonde man says, his eyes proud and fierce.

“They will beg for mercy when we are done, son of Adam.”

“Thank you, Heylel. You are truly the bringer of light to my people. And we will ensure your vengeance against your own. Now, we must retrieve the apple from my brother --”

~ ~ ~

Enoch rips himself out of the vision, pulling his hand back from the Tree as if it has been burned. He is breathing hard when Menrva reaches for him, and he automatically pulls away from her.

“I must go.”

“Wait, Enoch. What did you see?”

“I must go, Menrva. I have no time --”

“Enoch please, whatever you may have seen of the future is only a possibility, nothing is certain --”

He leans in, stops her words with the pressure of his lips against hers. She leans against him, eyelashes fluttering closed as he wraps his hands around the back of her neck. Her mouth opens to his, and he takes just a moment to breath in the scent of her.

“I'm sorry. I love you,” he whispers against her lips as he chokes her into unconsciousness. When she falls onto the floor, he takes her sphere from her and runs as fast as he can, out of the room, out of the building, and out of the city, cutting down the few guards who dare stand in his way with the sharp edge of his blade.

He doesn't notice how the men and women enslaved to the citizens of Eden stop to watch him.