The Problem With The Animus | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 7514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter Four
Disclaimer:- Do I need to tell you I don't own AC for the hundredth time? Nah! You must have figured it out already… Besides why would I want to own AC, I'd rather buy some souped up magic thingy magiggy and travel into the AC world to spread yaoi and happiness wherever I go… O.O Anyway! Okay here is the long awaited chapter four, or chapter five if you go by the scroll thingy in the top and bottom right hand corners… So confuzzled. Ok! After reading your reviews, I've rewritten the ending! Thanks for such brilliant reviews, keep them coming! Enjoy!Slowly the ringing in his ears began to slow. Altair was disoriented, he was blind and on his back, in a vulnerable position that no assassin wanted to be in. Inside he felt numb from the shock caused by the unexpected blast, but physically he was warm all over and he felt heavy.
Slowly, he blinked open his eyes, groaning as flashes still dotted his vision. He expected to see the wood from the ceiling but instead he glanced short, black hair. Looking down the length of his body, he blinked in shock. A young man, looking similar if not younger to Ezio was laid over him. The male was short, shorted than the Italian and definitely shorter then himself. He wore the oddest clothes, he had grey trousers and some sort of robe. But the robe stopped at the waist, the hood was small and Altair doubted it could shadow the face. It also seemed to be made of a material he had not come across before. The Arabian gasped as he glimpsed more closely at the male. In the younger mans arms sat the Piece of Eden, the newcomer was curled around it protectively with his eyes clenched shut, almost. Almost as if he was expecting to be attacked. "When were you going to tell me?" Altair glanced up and crinkled his brow in confusion at his lovers expression. Ezio stood there, his arms were crossed and he had a blank face, but his eyes were narrowed with hidden suspicion and anger. "Well? Who is he?" The deceptively calm voice, Ezio was using caused a slight shiver to run up Altair's spine. "That is what I would like to know for myself." Altair growled, he grabbed the Piece of Eden and wrenched it out of the strangers arms, before twisting around and pinning the male to the floor. "Are you going to tell me who you are?" He asked, his voice lowering dangerously. Pale eyelids fluttered opened and the newly revealed dark brown eyes blinked in relief, shock and then fear as he glanced over both Altair and Ezio. "What the fuck!" He screamed out, Altair found it interesting that the man did not struggle, instead he lay there looking frantically between himself and his lover. "That sums it up quite nicely." Ezio's heavily accented voice answered sarcastically. "Now answer the damn question, bastardo." He demanded, Altair could see that the young Italian was ready to activate his hidden blades. "Desmond. My names Desmond." The man responded, his voice wavering with fear. Altair snorted, either this man was a coward, or he knew who or what they were. Narrowing his eyes he waited for the man to continue. With one glance into his cold amber eyes, Desmond must have got the hint. "I'm not sure how I got here, I remember getting a hold of the Piece of Eden, thought I was going to get killed and then ended up here." He said in one quick breath. "Why did you grab the piece of Eden," Ezio paused hesitantly, "Desmond?" The name came out as a question itself, but both assumed it was correctly pronounced as the newcomer continued. "The templar's had it, I grabbed it hoping that when they shot they would destroy it with me." Desmond explained. "I'm not sure how well it worked, though." He muttered. "How do you know about the Templar's?" Altair hissed. Desmond blinked up at him and looked away sheepishly. "Do you want the whole story, truth and all?" He asked carefully. "Leave nothing out." Altair growled, tightening his grasp around his captives wrists. Desmond gasped at the pain and nodded. "Can I sit up?" Desmond asked. He snorted at the two men as they glanced at each other. "Look at me do you really think I could outrun you? Besides I have no idea about this place, I am not stupid enough to try anything." He reasoned. Altair nodded, pulling Desmond up and pushing him onto the couch before standing, side by side with Ezio. Together, armed to the teeth and glaring, they were quite an intimidating sight. Gulping, Desmond thought of how to continue the story. "Well, it begins like this. I was born into a clan of assassins, my parents pretty much molly-coddled me, keeping me locked up and trying to train me to become like them. But I didn't want that so I ran away and became a bartender…" "Is this going anywhere?" Ezio asked waspishly. Leaning forward menacingly. Desmond nodded quickly, "It will make sense. If nothing else just listen." Ezio glared for a little but nodded and moved to lean against one of the walls, specifically the wall by the door. "Well. I became a bartender and I thought that part of my life was over. But I was kidnapped, by a company called Abstergo. They put me into a machine called…" "Wait, what is a machine?" Altair asked. Ezio blinked at Altair, "It must be like Leonardos flying machine. A tool for man." "Yes, precisely but in the future they are more powerful, I'll show you." After saying this, Desmond slowly pulled out his phone. "This looks like a small box but when I do this…" Desmond opened the lid, the light flashed on, the screen telling him he had no signal and no messages. The two men gasped and stepped back. "What sorcery is this?" Ezio demanded his curved blade in his hand. "It is a machine from the future." Desmond explained. "So you are from the future and you can do magic with tools?" Altair asked, watching the phone wearily. "Where is the energy to power this, phone? Leonardo uses fire but I see no source for that little black box." Ezio asked suspiciously. "It is powered by means that humans haven't discovered yet." Desmond explained, slowly closing the lid and sliding the phone back into his pocket. The assassin's glared wearily at his pocket. To break the awkwardness of the moment, Desmond continued. "They put me into a machine they had named, the animus. The man Warren Vidic was very pleased to explain to me what the machine does. Basically when we have children our memories and experiences are passed down through each generation, like a library." "But instead of searching through books it is within us?" Ezio questioned. "Yes, exactly." Desmond responded. "That makes little sense, surely our memories are our own." Altair argued. "Tell that to the templars." Desmond muttered. But their keen hearing picked up his words. Taking a deep breath Desmond continued. "Vidic went on to tell me that I had an important secret inside me that he wanted to find out. I wasn't willing to play along but he threatened death and if I could live long enough, I could find a way out. So I went along with it." Desmond paused glancing hesitantly at Altair wondering what would happen when he told the next part. "In the machine, I was somehow allowed to replay my ancestors memories as if they were my own. I was sent back to a place in Jerusalem…" Altair's eyes flashed. "…where I became you, Altair." Desmond almost whispered the last part. "So those times when I felt I was not myself, were when you were in my body?" Altair asked, almost growling. "You stole my body, somehow." He approached threateningly, Desmond moved his hands up in a placating gesture. "Hey, I already told you I was not an assassin, but I had to play along until I found a way to escape. I had no idea you could feel it so far back in time." He excused himself. He watched intrigued as Ezio placed a hand on Altair's shoulder and shook his head, before glancing at him. "Carry on, Desmond." Ezio interrupted, his face was blank but Altair could see he was putting all the clues together. "Well… I played you for quite a long time, but eventually I reached the part where you fought Al Mualim, where the Piece of Eden showed the you where all the other pieces of Edens were. It turned out that was what they wanted." Desmond paused. "Then Lucy, the girl who worked for Vidic, turned out to be an Assassin. She broke me out and took me to two more assassin's, Shaun and Rebecca. I had to go back into another animus, called animus 2.0. Where I was in Italy. Where I…" "Where you played me." Ezio butted in. "I told you I was not myself. That I felt off. You told me I was wrong, yet you also experienced it yourself!" He glared accusingly at Altair. "I thought it was nothing." Altair argued. "This, this machine that Desmond speaks of, we have no idea it had existed, we both know we would have been thought insane." Ezio blinked looking sheepish before staring at Desmond. Desmond took the hint and continued. "Well I played you for a while until as recently as when you fell on the wire and got saved by Altair. Then I went to sleep, only to be woken up a few minutes later and watch as the three assassins got killed. I knew I was dead, so I dived for the Piece of Eden, hoping I could take it with me. But somehow I ended up here." Desmond finished. Ezio sat down rubbing his face. "So somehow you have a, a machine, that helped you play us and then you travelled back in time through the Piece of Eden." Ezio sighed as he watched Desmond nod. "If I have not seen half the things I have seen, I would call you insane. But after seeing what the globe can do and that little box, I am inclined to believe you." Altair growled. "Tell me the rest. What happens between this time and the next." He demanded sitting right in front of the time-traveller. Desmond blinked as the grand assassins cold, amber eyes stared unblinkingly into his. "Where are all the assassins? How did the Templars gain all the power to make these animuses?" "Er... I don't know much," Desmond gulped as Ezio fingered his hidden blades. "But what I do know is that the Templars have been hunting down the assassins. When Lucy broke me out of Abstergo she said that 'we', meaning shaun, rebecca and herself were one of the last assassins." Desmond quickly blurted out, his eyes darting from their faces to their blades and back again. "You mean all the assassins are dead?" Ezio demanded leaning forward. "No, this cannot be. You lie." Altair shook his head. "Ezio, how many assassins are in Italy compared to masyaf?" Ezio paused, glancing at the older man. "Our numbers have fallen, but it is few enough that we do not notice. It has been our downfall." "Then what do you suggest we do, go up to Antonio de Magianis and tell him that a man travelled through time, to tell us that Templars win and we need to create an army." Ezio snorted. "You know as well as I do that signore Antonio is skeptical as it is. Or do you not remember how he had when we disturbed him? He will call us pazzo(1)! Hell, even with all I know I say it is still crazy!" "You know as well as I do, that the blasted thing is capable of anything. I am not from this time either, I am from the past. We cannot just ignore what this Ghamid(2) is saying." Altair argued. "Yes, we cannot completely trust him, but you and me both know that he is not brave enough to fight us." He glared at Desmond. "It would be stupid to run, when he has no idea about this place." "What! You mean we keep him here?" Ezio demanded. "Where else should we put him Ezio? He sticks out like a sore thumb with his abiti bizzarri e strano accento(3)." Altair answered, looking smug as he spoke his lovers native language. "We will need to find the Ghamid clothes that fit. Leonardo and you look to be of similar sizes." Altair stated. "So you will give away what is not yours to give. Leonardo, lo benedica(4), he takes care of us both, welcomes us both into his home and you repay him by giving away his clothes?" Ezio demanded melodramatically. "Your right, it is cruel of me." Altair stood and wandered into Ezios and his bedroom. He picked out an outfit and shoved Desmond into the guest room. "Dress in these now." Was all he said. Desmond blinked, unsure of how to react to the clothes. He now wore leather pants, with boots that followed his calfs, stopping just below his knee, with a white shirt. Altair opened the door and smirked. "If you grew your hair out, you would not look bad." He stated, he glanced at Ezio, the Italian was glaring at him. "Come si può dare via i miei vestiti a un estraneo?" He muttered, before glaring at the newcomer. "Alright, Desmond. You will help around, if you give Leonardo any trouble I will deal with you. If I even think you are going to cause trouble..." Ezio extended his blades. Altair stood expressionless, his blank eyes staring unblinkingly down at Desmond. "Now, I want to hear everything you know about the future. What people believe and how they act. Every sporco piccolo segreto." Desmond blinked, Altair sighed. "Every Dirty little secret, Desmond. I wish to know everything you know. Keep nothing out, no matter how stupid it seems." Desmond winced as Altairs gripped his shoulder tightly and forced him to sit again. Both assassins sat either side, their blades flashing every now and then. Desmond gulped, realising that this was going to be a long conversation, the assassins smirked positioning themselves so he could see the majority of their weapons. "Speak then Desmond." Altairs said lowly, his hidden blade sliding out through his missing third finger, where Altair tapped it with his other hands fingers. Quickly Desmond began to recite everything he knew, glancing nervously at their blades.Author note:-
This chapter is a lot longer than the last ones, yay! I chose to tell the whole Assassins Creed story, just imagine their faces when Desmond tells them he is their descendent and that he controlled their bodies. "Thinks about it and laughs* Priceless. The following are just some important bits I thought I would note… (1) Pazzo- Crazy (2) Ghamid- is Mysterious male stranger, it was written by a user who is a native of Arabia so I am sure its true… (3) abiti bizzarri e strano accento- Weird clothes and strange accent (4) lo benedica- Bless him- Thank God for google translate ^.^ (4) I decided to make his clothes similar to what Ezio first wore at the beginning of Assassins Creed 2. I'm not familiar with the terms of clothing from that era so please forgive me if anything sounds a little far fetched. (5) Come si può dare via i miei vestiti a un estraneo? - How could you give my clothes to a stranger? What happens next? Well until next chapter I'll let your imagination run wild, after all I have to keep your minds active! *glances around innocently*While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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