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Chapter Five

The Memories of Desmond Miles, Part Two

Desmond looked at me as if I were asking him why the sky was blue. His eyebrow arched as he turned to face me.

"What?" he asked.

I shifted my weight uncomfortably, "What exactly are the Assassins?"

He crossed his arms and chuckled with disbelieve, "Are you telling me you have no idea who they are? Why are you even in here if you don't know who the Assassins are?"

I sighed heavily, "I don't know. I don't know what's going on or why I'm here. This is all so strange to me, Desmond. I'm just trying to understand."

He nodded, "I get that. Well, the Assassins are fighting against the Templars to make sure they don't take control of the world and destroy free will, basically."

I nodded, "Yeah, that's what Clay said. But I mean, he said some Assassins, like you, are different. Like you can do or see things other people can't."

Desmond scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, um I don't really get it myself. Apparently people like me, we're descendants of Those Who Came Before and humans."

"Wait- are you talking about aliens?" I asked, not believing what Desmond was say.

He noticed and tried to hide a grin behind his hand as he scratched his chin, "Yeah, aliens. They exist!"

He waved his hands in front of him condescendingly, laughing as I frowned and crossed my arms, "Stop it!"

Desmond reached out and laid a hand on my shoulder, "Sorry. But yeah, I have their DNA, which allows me to use my Eagle vision."

I cocked an eyebrow in curiosity, "That means you can see what other people can't, right?"

He nodded, "Exactly."

I turned away and stopped short as I began to walk at the sight of a large blue and black pillar that stood in the middle of the next room, "What is that?"

Desmond followed me as I entered the room, staring up at the ceiling. The strange pillar seemed to go straight through to the outside, white light emitting where it came through. Desmond shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know."

He tugged on my hand, "Come on, let's keep going."

I followed him until we came to ledge. Desmond jumped down and then turned to look up at me, arms outstretched.

I scoffed, "Yeah right!"

Dropping his arms, Desmond rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me you're afraid of heights!"

I sat on the side of the ledge, "Extremely!"

Desmond sighed, "Come on Ava, we need to get out of here!"

I looked down at him, "Aren't you here to fix your memory? If you try and hurry, you may miss something."

"Yeah, like what? I don't have many memories I want to remember," he said, his voice full of distain.

Curious, I asked, "If you can't remember, then how do you know?"

He looked up at me, sighing heavily, " I know because from what I can remember, there is nothing worth remembering. There is nothing I can remember that made me…happy."

He turned his back and leaned against the wall that I was sitting on, tilting his head up to look at me, "The Assassins. I was born into it. I didn't choose…it was like…a birthright. Does that make sense?"

I nodded, "I understand what you mean. My uncle…he expects certain things of me, things I never wanted."

"What certain things?" he asked, noticing my frown.

I shook my head, "It's not important."

"You are an Assassin, they would say. What did that even mean?" he asked himself.

Pushing himself away from the wall, he looked up at me, frustration clearly written on his face, "Ever since I was young, They never stopped saying it. You are an Assassin, you are an Assassin. And this is our Creed."

His brow was furrowed in what seemed like anger. He looked away from me and ran his hands down his face. I bit my lip, not sure what to say.

When he turned back to me, I sat rigidly, my fear of heights causing me to feel dizzy. But I knew that we had to keep moving. I looked down at him, "Do you promise to catch me if I jump?"

He looked up at me and grinned, despite his previous pout of anger, outstretching his arms once again, "I promise."

I whimpered, looking up at the ceiling before looking back at Desmond. I scooting to the edge of the ledge before forcing myself off.

I screamed when I felt myself falling.

Before I knew it, I had landed in Desmond's arms. He stumbled but remained standing. Setting me on my feet, he let go.

I held my chest to stop my heart from bursting out of my chest, "I'm never doing that again!"

He laughed before walking away from me. I steadied my breathing before running after him, "Hey, wait for me!"

He stopped.

When I caught up with him I became curious about what he had said a moment ago about a creed, "What was the creed you were talking about?"

We began to walk again, Desmond speaking as we did, "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted."

I frowned, "What does that mean? Nothing is true?"

He shrugged, "I never understood it myself. I mean, if nothing is true does that mean a world without purpose?"

We made it to a much larger room. As we entered, Desmond stopped and turned to look at me with curiosity, "Can I ask you something?"

I nodded, "Of course."

"Have we met before? I have the strangest feeling that I know you from somewhere."

I didn't know what to say. I had a single memory of meeting Desmond at a club but I didn't trust myself to believe it. After all, I was supposedly in some kind of computer system. But if Desmond thought we had met before, maybe we did.

Real World

Rebecca groaned in frustration as she stared at the strange device still embedded in the girl's neck. She didn't want to remove it, afraid it could hurt her if she did.

She was definitely sure now that it was some kind of remote access device, similar to a wireless phone. It was a Abstergo product for sure thanks to the logo that was etched on and she had a feeling it was connected to the Animus Project since they had found her in the same place Desmond was being kept.

"Hey."

Looking away from the girl, Rebecca turned to see Shawn leaning against the doorway. They had yet to hear from Costa and it was getting late. "Any word yet?"

He shook his head, walking towards her before sitting down in the empty chair next to her. She noticed that his face looked worn and tired. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. She reached out and laid her hand on his hand, "Are you okay?"

He sighed, "Do you ever think that we're ever going to win this?"

Rebecca shook her head, unsure what he was asking, "What do you mean?"

He placed his glasses back on his face, "This bloody war! How long have we been doing this? How many centuries have the Assassins fought against the Templars? How many people have to die before it's over?"

Rebecca leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Shawn. He was hesitant but wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck, "I'm just tired of it all."

"I know. I know Shawn." She kissed the side of his face and ran her fingers through his short blond hair before pushing away to look at him in the face, "But we have to be strong, we have to believe that we can beat them!"

Shawn nodded but said nothing.

Looking away from her, he looked at the two motionless forms of Ava and Desmond, the vitals still the same; non-responsive.

That is, until Ava's vitals began to sky rocket.

Animus

"Ava!"

Desmond knelt just in time to catch the unconscious Ava as she fell to the ground, "Ava?"

He shook her, hoping she would wake, "Ava!"

He shook her again but still she did not respond.

Not knowing what to do, Desmond lifted her into his arms and looked around the suddenly silent and strange place he found himself in.

The Repository

Gasping, I felt the coldness of ocean water surround me. I pushed my way to the surface, coughing the salt water out of my lungs.

I shivered from the cold as I swam towards the shore.

It wasn't Animus Island that's for sure.

I wasn't sure what this place was. I looked back and noticed that the water was shimmery as was everything else. I was surrounded by what appeared to be stars. It was like I was standing in a timeless place made of nothing but stars.

I was no longer wet but still felt cold. Wrapping my arms around myself I turned around only to stop short.

Standing in front of me was Juno.

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