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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Okay guys! I am back with a new chapter for my Assassin Creed story. I have played Assassin Creed Brotherhood and have some fresh ideas for the storyline.
I must also thank you guys for reviewing and inspiring me, I am not fluent in Italian or Arabic, so I have no doubt that I will get translations and spelling wrong. I want to thank ani-cat-candy, who helped me with an Italian translation ‘Barstardi’ or ‘Barstardo’. I will try not to make the same mistake again! XD I don’t own Assassin Creed…"Altair spoke truth Desmond; he will not dishonour himself by harming you, when he owes you a debt. Now however Ezio will not be after your blood. You have saved the most important person in his life. “Leonardo snickered. “Though Altair will find ways of making your life hell."
Desmond sighed staring at the closed door. "I don't doubt it." He muttered. ‘Making your life a living hell’ was a huge understatement. Altair found fault with every bloody thing Desmond did. Everything was his fault, if there was no wine left in the container, Desmond had the last drop. If the fire went out, it was Desmond’s fault for no refuelling the flames. Desmond sighed, if his opponent was not a very skilled assassin he would have punched the guy in the face. But Altair would see that coming a mile off with his ‘stupid, superhuman senses’. Instead Desmond could only sit back and sulk, glaring at the person who was technically the oldest man in the room. Ezio and Leonardo were amused. They just watched as Altair nit-picked at everything he did, laughing at Desmond as he debated whether it was worth the risk to punch this guy, before deciding it was safer to sulk. Ezio rarely left the two alone, jokingly saying that if he did Desmond would most likely end up dead. Desmond had growled at the joke, he would have ended up dead! It didn’t matter what the two assassins’s said about honour, Altair was out to kill him! He remembered when he had first gone out; Altair had sulkily slipped away, the next thing Desmond knew guards were charging in Ezio and his direction. It was only the quick thinking of the Italian man that had got them away so quickly. Altair hadn’t shown up until many hours later, acting very worried for his love, Ezio. It didn’t matter what the Arabian said, he had caused it somehow. The second incident had happened many months later, when Desmond had gotten used to his new environment. He had braved the outside world alone. He had walked down the street taking in the shops and listening to what people were saying, to better understand his new city. He immediately caught a glimpse of the two assassins up on a view tower. Desmond had been struck with amazement that no one looked up to see them, then flinched in shock as they landed in a hay cart not far from him. How did that cart survive the impact of two full grown men? It was insane. There had been a flash of silver, a loud slashing sound and a breeze by his ear. Desmond blinked, hearing a grown turning around in shock he noticed one of the four guards standing by a wall had fallen because of a throwing knife. The knife had whizzed by, frighteningly close to his ear and struck the man in the back of the neck. Desmond turned to look at Ezio and Altair. Ezio looked apologetic and was reprimanding Altair, the older man was looking strangely amused and disappointed. Desmond had sighed and evacuated the area, Altair was obviously trying to ‘accidentally’ kill him, but Desmond was not going to make it easy. He may not be like them, but hours in the Animus had given him some tricks. Over a period of a year, Desmond had experienced many death threats, some were because of bored and power hungry guards but others were ‘unexplainable’. It was Desmond’s quick thinking that saved him. Jumping up on crates to avoid out of control horses and carts. Climbing on roofs to avoid being seen by the guards. Swimming to reach the relative safety of the other side. It continued until very recently, Desmond had to draw the line somewhere and this was it. It wasn’t deliberate or at least Ezio didn’t think so, but one day Altair was fighting uphill with several guards, there was a cart behind him full of weapons and other military tools. As he was fighting Altair had accidently knocked away the wooden blocks preventing the cart from rolling downhill. Unfortunately for Desmond, he happened to be downhill. He had managed to jump up and out of the way but he had been very unhappy. He had punched Altair right in the face and told the arrogant man exactly what he thought of him. He had expected Altair to retaliate but he had just stared as Desmond ranted in his face. The funny thing was that incident changed the way the two assassin’s saw him, Altair went from trying to kill him, to just tormenting him. Ezio had been impressed that Desmond had finally had the guts to give Altair a piece of his mind. Leonardo had also been impressed, he had rarely told the older assassin off, not that anyone could blame him, Altair could be very intimidating. Since that day, Desmond had been staying relatively quiet trying not to draw too much of his ancestors attention to him. Ezio helped by drawing the man’s attention to himself instead of Desmond. Altair helped by avoiding the younger man, Desmond thought it strange, the man went from trying to ‘accidentally’ killing Desmond to outright avoiding him like the plague. However strange it was, Desmond still found himself relieved, though wary. He knew the Arabian man was amused, though he kept a respectful distance. It was actually pretty easy to avoid the two assassins, a lot of the time it was just Leonardo and Desmond. Altair and Ezio were busy with assassin jobs. “Merda!” Leonardo’s voice rang out. Desmond jumped, bringing himself back to the here-and-now. Leonardo was standing over a table on the other side of the room; he had his back facing Desmond, his body concealing what the artist was doing. Desmond sighed and stood, wandering over to the artist. “What’s wrong Leonardo?” Leonardo jumped, he’d obviously forget about Desmond being in the room. “Ah, it is nothing.” Desmond frowned, Leonardo and he had settled their differences but the artist was still very secretive. Sighing he leant against the wall. Leonardo glanced nervously at Desmond, clearly wanting the man to leave. “I am sorry for disturbing you, Desmond.” Desmond sighed again, turning and walking away. “There’s no point in me being here.” He muttered no-one wanted him there; they all made it very clear he was unwanted. “Scusi?” Leonardo asked. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Desmond answered quietly. “I’ll be in the other room.” He glanced back to see Leonardo nod absentmindedly, already turned back to whatever was frustrating him. Desmond turned and walked into ‘his’ room. He had a lot to think about.A/N: - Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!
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