This is the writeanon from the first fill. Some other anon said sequel and this would just NOT LEAVE MY BRAIN!! So; you get a second fill. --
The man in front of Desmond seemed nice enough with a warm smile and a kind face. But he just hadn’t spent over a month living through memories and being suspicious of damn near everyone to just take the man on face value. So he didn’t offer a smile in return.
“We’ve very excited to meet you Desmond,” he said and Desmond stared at the hand he offered but didn’t take it. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” he nodded and pulled his hand back seeming to be only a bit deterred by the fact that Desmond was remaining silent.
“Desmond, don’t be disrespectful,” Shaun said behind him.
“Right,” he said, “Who are you?”
“Ah, yes, I’m sorry, I forgot myself,” the man still seemed easy going enough. “My name is William,” he said and Desmond blinked at him. He knew of William from reading the emails back at the Sanctuary, seemed like a nice enough guy, probably did something similar to Shaun; made sure everyone didn’t die.
Desmond didn’t know what made him do it. Maybe it was because he’d since learned to accept no one to be as they seemed after reliving the lives of Altair and Ezio. Or maybe it was his own instinct. Either way Desmond shifted the focus of his eyes, refocused and the world washed out into blacks and grays save for William right in front of him and a few others who were at a few desks; all of them washed in a blue light. Or at least they were for another few moments anyways.
“The Mentor has asked that I take the Apple,” William said and Desmond resisted the urge to reach into his backpack and touch it; reassure himself it was still there, but he refrained.
“You heard him Desmond,” Shaun supplied when Desmond didn’t respond.
“If it’s all the same to you I’ll just give it to him myself,” Desmond said.
“He isn’t here right now,” William said.
“He’s not? Man what a rip off,” Rebecca claimed.
William just chuckled, “I’m sorry to disappoint,” he apologized. “So Desmond, it you would; the Apple,” he held out his hand again.
“Why should I give it to you?” he asked still watching William in Eagle Vision.
“For safe keeping till the Mentor gets here. Wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands,” William supplied. That was the trick. Desmond had heard a lot of bull shit (two lives worth of it actually), and so he almost wasn’t surprised as after William said that William’s color faded from blue to red. As did the rest of the Assassins behind him. He almost cursed out loud.
“Sorry,” Desmond said and took a step away from William, “I’ll be keeping it. Far away from you actually,” he took another step back, ran into Shaun who grabbed at the sleeve of his hoodie but he shoved the Brit away and was running. He didn’t even know where, just far away from there and this whole mess.
He’d been stupid to think it could really have been that easy. He should have known better then anyone what the lure of the Apple could do to most men. He’d witnessed first hand what it had done Al Mualim and how his own need to possess it had warped his mind. Why had he been so stupid as to think such a thing couldn’t happen again?
He could hear at least three people running after him, but he didn’t stop to look when he came to the stairs that led down to the foyer. Jumping up onto the banister he let his sneakers slip down the slick marble surface before leaping off and sprinting out the door, and down another set of stairs out of the mansion. A long driveway later his feet hit the pavement and he was running through the city.
Desmond had found he hated modern cities. They were to clean, to slick, and no where to hide anywhere. At least not from assassins, since they knew all the hiding places. He cursed when he had to stop for traffic and looked back and saw almost a dozen men and women in white scanning the crowd for him. He cursed as one of them spotted him and the swarm of red got closer.
Raptors (1/3)
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The man in front of Desmond seemed nice enough with a warm smile and a kind face. But he just hadn’t spent over a month living through memories and being suspicious of damn near everyone to just take the man on face value. So he didn’t offer a smile in return.
“We’ve very excited to meet you Desmond,” he said and Desmond stared at the hand he offered but didn’t take it. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” he nodded and pulled his hand back seeming to be only a bit deterred by the fact that Desmond was remaining silent.
“Desmond, don’t be disrespectful,” Shaun said behind him.
“Right,” he said, “Who are you?”
“Ah, yes, I’m sorry, I forgot myself,” the man still seemed easy going enough. “My name is William,” he said and Desmond blinked at him. He knew of William from reading the emails back at the Sanctuary, seemed like a nice enough guy, probably did something similar to Shaun; made sure everyone didn’t die.
Desmond didn’t know what made him do it. Maybe it was because he’d since learned to accept no one to be as they seemed after reliving the lives of Altair and Ezio. Or maybe it was his own instinct. Either way Desmond shifted the focus of his eyes, refocused and the world washed out into blacks and grays save for William right in front of him and a few others who were at a few desks; all of them washed in a blue light. Or at least they were for another few moments anyways.
“The Mentor has asked that I take the Apple,” William said and Desmond resisted the urge to reach into his backpack and touch it; reassure himself it was still there, but he refrained.
“You heard him Desmond,” Shaun supplied when Desmond didn’t respond.
“If it’s all the same to you I’ll just give it to him myself,” Desmond said.
“He isn’t here right now,” William said.
“He’s not? Man what a rip off,” Rebecca claimed.
William just chuckled, “I’m sorry to disappoint,” he apologized. “So Desmond, it you would; the Apple,” he held out his hand again.
“Why should I give it to you?” he asked still watching William in Eagle Vision.
“For safe keeping till the Mentor gets here. Wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands,” William supplied. That was the trick. Desmond had heard a lot of bull shit (two lives worth of it actually), and so he almost wasn’t surprised as after William said that William’s color faded from blue to red. As did the rest of the Assassins behind him. He almost cursed out loud.
“Sorry,” Desmond said and took a step away from William, “I’ll be keeping it. Far away from you actually,” he took another step back, ran into Shaun who grabbed at the sleeve of his hoodie but he shoved the Brit away and was running. He didn’t even know where, just far away from there and this whole mess.
He’d been stupid to think it could really have been that easy. He should have known better then anyone what the lure of the Apple could do to most men. He’d witnessed first hand what it had done Al Mualim and how his own need to possess it had warped his mind. Why had he been so stupid as to think such a thing couldn’t happen again?
He could hear at least three people running after him, but he didn’t stop to look when he came to the stairs that led down to the foyer. Jumping up onto the banister he let his sneakers slip down the slick marble surface before leaping off and sprinting out the door, and down another set of stairs out of the mansion. A long driveway later his feet hit the pavement and he was running through the city.
Desmond had found he hated modern cities. They were to clean, to slick, and no where to hide anywhere. At least not from assassins, since they knew all the hiding places. He cursed when he had to stop for traffic and looked back and saw almost a dozen men and women in white scanning the crowd for him. He cursed as one of them spotted him and the swarm of red got closer.
He couldn’t wait for the light.