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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Viral 10

[(Anonymous)]

“What do you think’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know.”

He tensed, willing the memories back into the vault he had closed them in. He didn’t want to miss his friend. He needed to move on. He had others to protect. He worked to push them away the entire time they were in the car until they parked. His mind was rapidly playing through that final night with Desmond through Desmond’s point of view, and he gritted his teeth: it would do him no good to look back on it. He had been so happy, so satisfied, and now he was dead thanks to some man overseas. He had locked so many of the other people’s memories away—he wished he could keep Desmond’s at bay.

“Alex?” It was Lucy.

He grunted.

“Alex, we’re here.”

He jerked up and looked around. Lucy looked surprised when he looked at her.

“What?”

“You… you’re crying.”

He pulled back and wiped furiously at his eyes.

“No, it’s just the memories of tears,” he murmured as he slid out of the truck. “I can’t cry.”

He felt her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay to cry.”

“I can’t. I’m a virus. There is no capa—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” he jumped when he heard Rebecca’s voice, and he looked to see her wink at him. “Betcha were missing Desmond, hm? All those memories are making you human, whether you like it or not.”

He frowned at her before wiping his eyes once more for good measure. “What are we doing now?”

“We have to find a way into the safe house.”

“So we can set up Baby and get you cranking out memories. And in thinking of which, this place isn’t secure. Cell phone surveillance can see right through the walls.”

“Don’t you mean satellite surveillance?” Alex asked, thoroughly remembering satellites making his life Hell on earth.

“Are you kidding? Abstergo upgraded to cell towers ages ago. The waves go through everything above ground. They’re gonna find us.”

“No, they aren’t. Come with me.”

He watched as Lucy started walking off, and he followed slowly, looking at the area around him. They walked up a grand set of stairs, passed a ring of brown grass, and started walking along a cobblestone path. He gazed at the surroundings closely.

“Where is this?” he said, his voice cutting through the night.

“Monteriggioni,” Shaun said. “Desmond’s ancestors lived for a brief time in the Italian Renaissance.”

She led them into a dark room, and for the briefest moment, he was reminded of the darkened alleys in Manhattan. He watched as Shaun started examining a desk, and Lucy was peering at a wall with vines and rubble in front of it.

“There’s a beam blocking it from the inside. We’re not getting in this way.”

He quirked an eyebrow. How easily they forgot.

“What’s our next move?” Rebecca asked as she spun to face Lucy.

“The road just loops back into the highway. This is not a good place for us to be right now.”

“Do we have any tarps? We need to cover up the van.”

“I really hate to stress this, yeah, but we are running out of time.”

Shaun stepped forward as Lucy scowled at him. “Well help us then, Shaun. Do you have any ideas?”

Shaun gestured to Alex, and Alex smirked. “Why not use meathead here to muscle his way through the door. It’s not going to be of any use to us if Abstergo finds us, so we may as well get it out of the way permanently.”

Alex nodded when Shaun looked at him, and he walked over. Shaun moved by the door as he transformed his arms into the hammerfists. Moving them behind his head, he gathered power.

“Step back,” he warned.

He smashed his fists into the blocked door, watching as it crumbled in an explosion of stone.

“Incredible,” Lucy said.

“Not really,” Shaun murmured. “The stone is ancient. The wood that was probably blocking it decayed. Nevertheless, congratulations, dunderhead.”
Rebecca stepped inside first, jogging down a couple of paces. Shaun was staring at some symbol on the wall.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Alex said, looking down the passage.

He felt an odd sort of feeling as he gazed at the dark passage. A need—some sort of desire—the virus seemed to take to this place. He could feel the humidity in the air, the stagnancy almost sweet to his nose. Untouched—protected—alone—he could feel a pull inside him.