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Farewell, Stars Part 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

"I cannot fucking believe you! You steaming pile of shit!"

Lucy's voice rang in his ears, despite the hands that covered them. She screamed his name, knocking down a lamp in her path. She paced the room, back and forth, until Desmond had to close his eyes from dizziness.

"You're not real," he whispered to himself. "You're not real, this is just a dream."

But was it a dream? He could hear every noise that echoed in the small space, every movement and every breath she made. Every night since that night with Rebecca, his dreams became waking nightmares, haunting him wherever he went. He was going insane, and everyone could see it. They had him locked in his room whenever he wasn't needed and no one but Rebecca talked to him, and even then she could only pass notes about what she did during the days and little doodles of birds she saw.

"Are you fucking listening to me?" Lucy cried, tears falling down her cheeks. "You slept with my best fucking friend!"

Not real, not real, not real, he repeated in his head.

"And in the same motherfucking bed we sleep in, no less," she continued, tearing down the posters and pictures from the walls. "I am going to kill that slut! Then, I'm going to have sex with other men while you watch! How will that make you fucking feel?"

His wings curled around his body, trying to keep out the chill that threatened him from within. His entire shook, the bed rattling beneath him. He sat in a fetal-like position, eyes watching Lucy's body (no ghost it's just a ghost Desmond it's not real) rampage through the room. At random moments, visions of Lucy having sex with other men (so many men so little time) flashed before him, taking her from all sorts of positions.

"Don't you fucking hide from me, you jackass!" Lucy screamed in his face. "You know what you fucking did, so why don't you just fucking accept it, huh?"

Not real not real not fucking real.

His wings wrapped closer to his body like a cocoon as he began to rock himself back and forth there was someone banging on the door it amplified in his ears why must they disturb us we were having such a nice day would you like to join us for tea and apples apples apples oh god the fucking apples they were everywhere he couldn't get away from them now they were pulling him down tying him up and he was thrown into Lucy's mouth his sweet precious darling darling precious Lucy no no no they broke through the door they were holding him down down down her throat he went until he landed in her stomach acid when he was a kid they told him the templars were his greatest enemies no no he just wanted to see the world he didn't believe in their conspiracies so much pain pain everywhere why were they trying to hold him down no please don't I'm okay imokayokayokay Rebecca his poor sweet precious darling Rebecca WHAT WERE THEY DOING TO HIM she was brushing his hair why was she doing that no she's brushing his feathers he has wings he didn't know that my name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze my best friend is Leonardo da Vinci no it's Altair ibn-La'ahd I married to Maria Thorpe no my name is Connor Connor I hate my father he is a Templar I am in Abstergo my name is Desmond Miles I was captured by my Lucy oh god my Lucy there she is no she is burning PLEASE LET ME GO LUCY SHE NEEDS ME fire fire fire everywhere there was fire

and then came the darkness.

***

Bill rubbed the back of his neck as Shaun helped Rebecca relieve the radiation from her body into the trashcan. The technician had burst into his son's room and attempted to strap Desmond down before anybody else was able to come and help her. The elder assassin didn't question how she knew or how she'd gotten to his room so quickly, only grateful that she'd been there to help him.

It took a while for the vomiting to secede, and even then Rebecca looked like she was about to relapse into another session. Shaun led her to the bed she'd been sleeping on, helping her fall weakly onto it.

"So, Rebecca," Shaun began, voice barely a whisper. "Did you go over the papers I gave you?"

She nodded, closing her eyes and holding her stomach as it rumbled.

"And I take it you told Desmond the news?"

Another nod.

"Did he take it badly? Is that why he's sick again?"

She shook her head no.

"Have you seen anything strange in your security tapes?"

Rebecca cleared her throat and explained, in a raspy voice, the nightmares he'd been having and the strange readings showing up on her charts. "The night I slept with him, he didn't scream at all. He was peaceful. It wasn't until the next day he started freaking out, muttering to himself."

"Let me interrupt you there," Bill spoke up, leaning forward. "You say slept with him as in slept in his bed with him in it or...?"

The guilty glance she gave the man ratted her out.

"Jesus!" Shaun exclaimed, disgusted. "Rebecca, how could you! He just found out the girl he liked was a Templar just after he killed her!"

"I know, I know," she whispered, placing a hand against her burning forehead. "It's just... I dunno what came over me. He looked so lonely, I wanted to keep him company. Things escalated and... I told him how I felt."

Shaun sighed and William made no sound nor movement, but she could easily see the scowl on his face if she squinted.

"Anyways," Shaun murmured, mostly to himself. "I'm going to look into this radioactive problem. See if it's anything we should worry about, and, if so, for how long."

Rebecca nodded as sleep closed her heavy eyelids.

***

It was midnight when little Alex left his bedroom and ran silently to the cornfields, near the spot he found the winged man when he crashed. In his hands the boy held a handmade doll that looked sort of like a wolf.

When he reached the spot, Alex stopped himself and sat between the cornstalks. His hand grabbed the wolf's head and twisted, opening to reveal a sort of communication device. A few buttons were pressed and a screen appeared, revealing a tired old man's face.

"Well?" the man snapped. Alex nodded with a smirk and the man smiled back, an upleasant sight to behold.

"The target is currently comatose due to the drug I gave him. The compound is currently occupied with trying to wake him, but only I have the antidote. Not sure why I can't kill him, though," the boy added with a mutter.

"Because he is a valuable asset in finding the Pieces of Eden!" The young boy rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I await further instructions."

"We march at dawn."

The comm signal cut before anyone could trace the call. That is, anyone but a technical expert.

Re: Farewell, Stars Part 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Plot twist! OP speaking, and I'm just head-over-heels with the parallels of a new Templar mole. (Damnit Bill, you need to check your recruits for psychological damage better.)