Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Flight Pattern (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

Hey anons, this is once again the writeanon from the first two fills with a humble offering. Though; this is all I'm posting of Flight Pattern here, for there is more, yes I did say MORE. If you want to read the rest of this you can find it and all my other fills by clicking here (http://www.fanfiction.net/~xazz). The one this one is nestled in is called Flocking Movement. Hope you all enjoy!
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Desmond sleuthed through the various cars and trucks as he rocketed down 95 in first gear, the thrumming of his motorcycle was loud in his ears even under the padding of his full helm. Even in the middle of the night the interstate had cars dotting it, moving in packs across the long strait stretches of road. As he passed the latest pack he turned back, the bright headlights of the cars behind him caused a harsh glaring glint to strike off the shiny black plastic of his visor, but he didn’t even squint. He wasn’t even looking in normal light either and stared back easily in the washed out and muted tones of Eagle Vision to where he couldn’t see the cars really.

He could see the mass of red coming up behind him though, shimmering in his second vision. They were still chasing him, good, that was exactly what he wanted.

He turned back around and shifted up into second gear, the bike barely noticed as suddenly the speed jumped from seventy to almost one hundred in only a few seconds as he pulled down hard on the throttle. More cars were coming up in front of them and without fear he leaned into the glides as he slipped between cars and trucks, sometimes with only a few inches between him and the other automobile and probably scared the living shit out the drivers. Desmond slowed when he reached the front of this pack and saw the red was closer now. Fine.

Desmond was bait, he knew he was bait. After all you didn’t walk into a Templar stronghold, declare yourself and then run like hell if you weren’t bait. To bad everyone there was either to smart for their own good, or to stupid. It was why he didn’t mind the mass of glowing red cars screaming after him on the interstate.

He turned back front as ghostly horses raced along either side of him, both carrying riders who’s forms he couldn’t determine past them being human. As he watched out the horses running next to him change from Arabians to Aveligneses. He didn’t know how he knew that since to him all horses looked the same, he just knew they had. He’d since stopped bothering to question how and why he knew things though, it made things so much easier if he just accepting what he saw and knew for what they were.

Shifting up in gear to third he shot ahead of the ghost horses leaving the sounds of their whinnies to echo in his head like a half forgotten dream. He shook his head slightly and ignored their sounds as he came upon another of the small packs of cars effortlessly weaving through them and finding himself alone in front of them, he couldn’t see a tail light for miles. Time to take an exit.