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
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Re: Penance 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

That’s when he finally stops trying to yank away from them and looked at the hand Shaun is holding. There’s blood, a lot of blood and it’s just pouring down his hand and won’t stop. His eyes zero in on where he’s been hurt but his brain accept it, it doesn’t even try to deny it and what he sees. That his left ring finger is gone and he knows if he unsheathes his hidden blade there will be blood on its normally clean surface. He just blinks at it and finally the pain he felt earlier sinks into his bones, his skin and muscles.

More people enter the white room, it’s Rebecca and someone else, they carry a first aid kit and in seconds are shoving Shaun out of the way and pressing gauze against the freshly cut stump. Desmond just watches them, silent and feels like he’s floating above his body.

“Where’s the rest of his finger?” the person treating his wound demands. The other stranger appears, he’s holding the severed appendage between his thumb and index finger. “It’ll be all right Desmond, we can reattach it.”

“Shaun,” Desmond looks away from the chaos around his hand. The red head looks at him, arms folded across his chest, Rebecca is next to him looking the poster child for worry. “What happened to Lucy?” he asked and fells his voice crack, he knows it’s terrible when they both stiffen and look at each other.

“She didn’t make it,” Shaun says. He speaks calmly and Desmond wants to punch him. How can he be so calm! Desmond stares at him and realizes he’s calm too. Unnaturally so though and it isn’t until black spots dance in front of him that he realizes he’s holding his breath. He breaths in a ragged gasp.

He finally looks away from the two. The woman, yes woman, with the first aid kit is going on about needing a surgeon. “I don’t want you to put it back on,” Desmond said. The two strangers look at him.

“It really isn’t that bad Desmond.”

“Leave it,” he uses his right hand to snatch the finger from the strange man and hurls it across the room. As he does so he yanks away from the woman holding his injured, gauze wrapped hand against his chest.

“Desmond let us help you-“

“! لا يمكنك مساعدة أي شخص !تراجع" He screams at them barely able to understand what he’s saying. He doesn’t want them, he doesn’t want any of this. For a fleeting moment he wishes he’d never left the Farm, it wasn’t worth this, nothing is worth this!

His feet find the ground, it buckles and rolls under him before finally is still. Hands are reaching for him but he shoves them away and forces his feet into action. He can’t just sit here, he can’t just be useless. He only makes it out the hall a few feet before his shoulder finds the wall and he sags against it and it takes him several seconds to realize the reason he can’t see is because he’s crying and nothing he does can make him stop.

This is a nightmare. A total nightmare and Desmond can’t wake up. He’s waiting for the jump off a building, or a stab through the chest, that will never come and he’d rather be in the nightmare then this. Anything is preferable over this.

He killed her. Just like he let Kadar die and let Malik lose his arm, watched Cristina die in his arms. Only this blood was truly on his hands and it would never go away. He sobbed into his knees, frame shaking from the force of them and despite the voices around him he can’t hear them. They sound worried and anxious, they try and coax him to move but he can’t all he can think of is how he let everything that was important to him had been taken from him and now there was nothing.

The stump hurt and he could feel his pulse through it, a slow rhythmic pain that shot up into the back of his skull. Every time he looked at it he knew he’d think of nothing but how he’d let everyone down, how he’d failed to keep even one person from death. The ache and the reminder would be his penance for everything he’d failed in.

This was one nightmare he wouldn’t wake up from.

-fin-
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Vaffanculo vio zenzero prima che vi uccida= fuck off you ginger before I kill you
لا يمكنك مساعدة أي شخص !تراجع= fuck off! You can't help anyone!

Writeanon

[(Anonymous)]

And of course now that I look at it I see errors. Mainly involving the tensing of words which drives me CRAZY aaahg! I won't go through and correct them though; just know I know they're there.

op

[(Anonymous)]

Even with the errors I liked it, THANK YOU WRITEANON!

Poor Desmond.

Re: Penance 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Desmond angst is the best kind of angst... also, lol at fuck off ginger xD omg, that's amazing.