Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Welcome to the Brotherhood

∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

∆ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

∆ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

∆ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

∆ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

∆ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion

Comments

Re: on the subject of 16

[(Anonymous)]

I haven't written anything in a long time, so I hope that this isn't too bad. Sorry if it's not what OP wanted.

He couldn't remember his own name anymore. He was Subject 16 and Subject 16 was he. So many lives and memories cramed into his head that it felt like his head would rip apart trying to contain it all. He couldn't remember his own life, yet he knew the intimate details of a dozen other lives. The headaches are getting worse.

Lately, he had been Altair Ibn' La-ahad. A life spent in Masayf, subservient yet arrogant. And Malik wished to strangle him. That man had been responsible for his brother's- no! Malik's brother's death. No matter what the Master said, his grief and rage did not diminish. Half the time he was shoved into the Animus by burry faces with names he can't remember, he had fallen into Malik's life. Experienced his pain, his frustration.

Syncing with Altair was becoming a struggle. Too often, he felt Malik's feelings bleeding over even while he Altair. He remembered events from two different sets of eyes, two different frames of mind. It made Subject 16 want to claw at the walls of his mind. Control was slipping away.

He had slammed his head against the Animus so many times late at night, trying to keep focus, to not be anyone but Subject 16. He needed to let someone know the truth. A truth that his ancestors did not know. Malik's disgust would not help him, neither would Altair's arrogance.

The machine could not stop him from being both Malik and Altair. The truth did not give his mind stability. But, when it was finished, he could let go. Subject 16 could stop being Subject 16. Only, there were no clues to let the next Subject know what to look for.

So many voices told him the way. Malik suggested his arm was best, and Subject 16 saw no reason not to. Losing it was liberating, and the pain let him see. The blood let him tell the Truth. And when it was done, he could sit back and listen to the voices congratulate him. French, Italian, Arabic, all flittering through his mind. Subject 16 could finally rest, even if there was no peace in the end.

Ugh, too short. Hope this isn't too horrible since it's my first fill.

Re: on the subject of 16

[(Anonymous)]

OP had honestly forgotten they had requested this. It's not horrible at all! I love it!