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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.
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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.

Several cars making their way down the street suddenly got a very unpleasent surprise as a brown haired man threw himself across their hoods or shot out in front of them making them slam on their breaks. One wasn’t quick enough on the brakes and hit two men chasing the first sending them sprawling.

Desmond didn’t see any of this as he shoved his way through the crowd on the street to put more distance between himself and his former allies. He managed to put about half a block between them before he realized he was being and idiot and stopped long enough to pull the Apple out of his backpack. It glowed in his hand, not brightly, but enough to cast a light. He needed to vanish; now. The metal in his palm throbbed and he knew was invisible. His theory was proved true when the assassins ran past him as he pressed himself against a wall and let out a sigh of relief.

But now he was using the Apple. Great. As if he didn’t have enough mental issues already with the bleeding effect. Checking down the street he saw that his pursuers had run more then a block past his location and were splitting up.

For now though he was safe, that was what was important. And the Apple was safe too. He put the Apple away his invisibility fading as he did, he got a few funny looks as he suddenly appeared but he was already walking quickly down the street and away from them.

He kept up his Eagle Vision, so he could see the assassins if they tried to sneak up on him. Not even Shaun and Rebecca knew he could do this, it didn’t transfer in the Animus apparently so it just always seemed like he knew by instinct who and where was what.

Ten minutes of glancing over his shoulder later he stopped dead when a light flickered at the corner of his eye. At first he was ready to bolt but then he realized it wasn’t red; it was blue. He squinted at it as it to see it was real. He’d seen Rebecca and Shaun briefly on his flight from the headquarters, they’d been red too. Who was this? Desmond waited for the light to change and crossed the street, flexing his hand as he did and the hidden blade sliding down to kiss his fingers.

“There you are,” the man spoke English, but not any accent he recognized, like they were all the accents of all languages all mixed together. He wore a white hoodie like Desmond did, only not as bulky, and the hood was pulled up as he relaxed casually against the building as Desmond walked up to him.

“Who are you?” Desmond demanded before he got an answer they both heard a ‘there he is!’ and Desmond looked back and cursed as several red marks spotted them across the street, diagonally from them.

“Later, lets go,” the man grabbed the back of Desmond’s collar and pulled the hood up. Not knowing what else to do, he followed and the man went from jogging to a sprint in three seconds shoving people out of the way as he went. Desmond started for a second before he gave chase after the man dropping Eagle Vision to better see the people around him as he crashed after the man.

The man led him through a gate to the front of what had once obviously been a church, it now appeared a school but Desmond couldn’t be sure since the sign wasn’t in English.

“Why are we stopping?” Desmond panted, the man just looked at his watch but said nothing. A minute or so later the assassins ran past, one of them spotted them and called his partner back. As he did above the bell of the old church rang.

“Meet me at Norich and 44th,” said the man as the doors behind them opened and out poured a school full of high school students. Desmond couldn’t believe his dumb luck, they all wore long white sleeved shirts and dark pants (the girls skirts) and a tie. A few of them wore jackets with hoods on them as well and when Desmond looked over at the man; he was gone!

From the front of the courtyard the assassins yelled angrily, the students just gave them funny looks as they streamed out of school, Desmond with them, tagging along at the edge of a group of boys who were headed away from the direction the assassins took at random. He stayed with them for a few blocks before one of them asked where the new kid had come from and Desmond left quickly to avoid suspicion. Once he’d lost the kids and the assassins he went into the nearest convenience store and grabbed a map. He didn’t pay for it, just opened it and looked at it. He found where he was and he found where Norich was.

It was on the other side of the city.

That left two options, he could take a taxi, or the subway. Seeing as how he had no money he decided on the subway and found the nearest tunnel entrance. He waited till no one was looking before jumping the gate and went to find the line he wanted. The train ride was uneventful to the Norich station and he got off no hitches and made it up street side looking around for his mysterious blue friend.

“Are you going to tell me who you are now?” Desmond demanded when he came up to him, he was sitting on a bench, head down, hood up looking more like a homeless person then someone an assassin would consider an alley.

“You going to keep asking stupid questions, novice?” the man asked in Arabic. Very familiar Arabic and looked up at him. He had a scar on the right side of his lips and when Desmond looked down at the man’s hands he saw his left ring finger was gone.

“Fuck,” was Desmond’s only reply.

“Sit,” Altair ordered and Desmond sat, he knew better then to disobey Altair. “Do you have the Apple?” he asked easily and leaned back on the bench head up, eyes scanning.

“Yeah,” he said lowly, it was currently digging into his back.

“Guess you found out the Brotherhood isn’t as safe as you thought huh?”

“No,”he shook his head slowly. “How are you still alive?” he asked staring at the man who he’d only known through genetic memory and still coming to grips with this fact since first he’d seen Ezio in Monteriggioni and now this. One of the greatest assassins to ever live; and Desmond was sitting next to him and was about as about as conversationist as a fish.

“The Apple,” was all Altair said.

“And Ezio?”

“Unfortunately; the same,” Altair snorted. “It isn’t safe here Desmond,” he said after a silence actually startling Desmond. “You need to get you and the Apple out of here.”

“And go where? I already had the Templars looking for me, and now the Order. Where can I go they wouldn’t find me?” he growled.

“Here,” Altair said as an explanation and a subject change all at once as he held out a slip of paper. Desmond grabbed it and saw it was a train ticket.

“You expect me to-” he cursed when he looked up after reading it; since Altair was gone.

Fuck LJ's shitty character word limit D<
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Desmond stood on the platform as the train he was waiting for came to a stop and people de-boarded. Once they’d cleared it for new passengers Desmond got on immediately and found an empty compartment but quickly realized he’d have to amuse himself for a bit till his passage was underway. There wasn’t much to do though so he took to fiddling with the inner guts of his hidden blade and cleaning the exterior of its mechanics. He’d have to do a better cleaning later.

A man came by as the train was about to depart and stamped his ticket before leaving him as the train began the laborious task of pull itself was a dead stop. Desmond leaned against the fold down table and stared out at the receding platform as the compartment door opened. His hand made a reactionary fist and the hidden blade popped out of its put away position.

“Peace bambino,” said a familiar voice as Desmond quickly looked away from the window as the door slid closed.

“Non sono un bambino,” said without thinking as he glared at the man dressed in the red and white striped shirt. He noticed after a moment that there weren’t just two of them there (he was expecting two at least), but there was a third, standing just behind Ezio and Altair.

Ezio laughed at him and without being invited sat next to him, Altair and the strange man sat opposite. “You’re accent is terrible,” Ezio informed him, Desmond preferred to ignore him.

“Who’s he?” Desmond looked at the third man.

“A friend, you haven’t met him though,” Ezio said. Desmond looked at the man and understood, like the rest of them he had a scar on the right side of his lips.

“Where’s the Apple?” Altair asked. Desmond pulled it out and rolled it between his hands on the table.

“Heh, we match,” the stranger said and put a hand into a satchel Desmond hadn’t noticed before and pulled out another Apple, putting it on the table with Desmond’s. The two Apples started to thrum and glow, they sang together for a brief time before falling silent as the men who were watching them.

“So, this is it?” Desmond asked looking at Ezio and Altair.

“Yeah,” Altair said, “Think you can handle it kid?”

Desmond stared across to Altair and put out his left hand, the muscles along the underside of the arm tensed and the hidden blade shot out, “I was born to handle it,” he said seriously, face set.

-Fin-
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Non sono un bambino= I am not a child (or according to my translator since I don't speak Italian

Now, the reasons behind the fact that the Brotherhood suddenly went evil? After reading through the emails in ACB my brain was just like "omg that is suuuuch fishy shit right there." Not to mention the red pathway leading away from the door all the way down to the front of the villa. Fiiiiiiiishy!!!!!

Dunno who Assassin #3 is. I just thought it would make sense that there wouldn't just be two assassin's in Desmond's family history that were fucking awesome. He just happens to only know two of them.

Also... why do I enjoy writing Assassin's annoying others? Honestly? Ezio is such a good troll XD

bloody brilliant!

aahhh, omg! I LOVED that you included the third assassin with Ezio and Altair. Awesome job, anon!

Now no one ask for sequels or I will have Malik use his pimp hand to smack you about! My brain was waaaay to happy to go on about this sort of shit and I have school people!

I totally get it, school is a bitch like that. However, IF you WERE to continue on with these, I would be forever in your debt. And you can have my firstborn child. *Uses Kadar cardboard cutout as shield from Malik's pimphand*

THIS. This, a hundred times over. I could very easily see the Brotherhood turning out to be no good because I also got a fishy feeling from William's emails. In one of them he seemed okay but then in another he sounded like Vidic: Just get the job done, use Desmond for what we need, and return to base. I didn't like that at all.

I love how you handled this possibility and I thought the introduction of a third ancestor to be a nice surprise, even if there's just a hint of him at the end. Very well done, writer!anon! I won't mention the dreaded 's' word, but I will say I enjoyed this enough to continue reading your work, if you were to post more. School comes first, of course. ;D

I will say this even though Malik will hit me.
You MADE a CLIFFHANGER!!!!! Damn, and now I want a sequel-sequel xD

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