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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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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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