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Connections Ch 4 AlexDesmond

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Desmond wasn't able to back away far enough before the mystery man came crashing through the window. He raised his hands defensively to cover his face from incoming shrapnel of glass and wall. Before Desmond was able to lower his arms enough to see the assailant's face, the hooded man pinned Desmond to the far wall with incredible speed. Desmond was thankful that only the coffee table had been a victim of the man's tirade.  The impact knocked the breath out of Desmond, causing him to instinctively gasp for air. He was unfortunately denied his need, as a hand was closed around Desmond's throat. Desmond moved his legs a little to try to free himself, but found he was lifted above the ground by the owner of the hand. Desmond clutched at the other man's wrist, trying to get him to let go. When Desmond looked at his aggressor's face, he was met with the sight of frost-bitten blue eyes. The rigidity of the man's gaze seemed to look right through Desmond, sending chills down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up out of fear, his brain screaming at him to get away from this guy. It didn't help that crimson and ebony 'vines' were starting to emerge out of the man. Desmond started to struggle more, terror driving his actions more than anything else.

The tendrils crept closer to Desmond, causing him to panic more. The tendrils caressed his body, looking for the most vulnerable spot. One of the larger tendrils stopped over his abdomen before plunging into the soft tissue. Desmond struggled to cough in pain as the tendril split off inside of him, eating away at him from the inside. His screams of agony were silenced as the hand around his neck tightened. Desmond started to become light headed, started to lose his grip on reality. Slowly and painfully, Desmond's world faded into darkness.







He was dead. Utterly, truly deceased.

"Abstergo will get the Apple of Eden…Take over the world with it…"

"Abstergo? Apple of Eden?"

"Abstergo's a company that says its working in the field of Medicine & Science"

"So what the hell is an 'Apple of Eden'?"

"It's a Piece of Eden, has special powers. Allows one to control others' minds. Can't let the Templars get it or the Assassin's will be wiped out…"

"Templars? Assassins?"


It felt like Desmond was having a conversation with someone, a normal, live conversation. This confused Desmond because he was supposed to be dead. How could a dead person talk to someone? He wasn't allowed to ponder on this new development for long. His thoughts had been interrupted by a massive heave. The other voice seemed to have disappeared. Confusion reigned as another heave took place. The jerks became more frequent and more violent, causing Desmond to start to lose consciousness. Just before he completely lost consciousness, he felt a weight had been restored to him.







Desmond awoke in a dark, musty, run-down apartment room. There was no one else in the room, just himself and a couple of moths, trying to escape to a light source. Desmond's eyes widened at the thought at what had happened previously. He was supposed to be dead. So why was he here, on a 'bed' (it was just a nasty mattress on the ground covered with a single sheet), with his body fully intact? He knew he had died. There was no way he could have survived what had happened to him in his apartment. Desmond flexed his fingers, in awe that they were there along with the rest of him.  He jumped at the sound of the door rapidly opening. Desmond's gazed moved over to see who it was that had opened the door. He was met with the sight of the mystery man from earlier. Fear started to manifest in the back of Desmond's mind as the man moved closer to him, obviously displeased about something. Desmond instinctively backed up a little bit as the man closed the distance between them. The man grabbed Desmond by his sweatshirt and pulled him close to his face.

"Who are you?" The words were spat out in irritation. Desmond just looked at the man straight in the eyes, trying to not show the fear that was slowly making itself more known. Desmond swallowed and figured it would be wise to answer the man's question, but not until he knew who this guy was.

"Why don't you tell me who you are first? It's the least you could do after breaking into my apartment and kidnapping me." Desmond shot the man the best glare of irritation he could muster. The man looked even more irritated, but complied.

"Alex Mercer. Now tell me who you are." Alex's deep, gravelly voice still indicated he was annoyed.

"Desmond Miles." Desmond practically spat back at Alex. He didn't know what his problem was but he already getting tired of it.

"Mind telling me why the hell I'm here or are you just going to glare at me?" That remark earned Desmond a colder, angrier glare before having his sweatshirt released. Alex left the room in an irritated motion, apparently not feeling the need to tell Desmond anything. The door slammed shut and Desmond was left alone again.

"What a dick."
Hey look, I'm back! Yeah, this was a fast update so I'm kinda surprised XDD It IS shorter, but only by like 100 words from the other three, so not too back considering's it's only one POV.

Comments always are nice to read, it doesn't have to be much but I like to know what you think of my work. :] I wanna hear from the Lurkers too!

And I have to say THANK YOU! to my beta reader :iconfaded-mind:, She's helped me get through my road blocks and is always good for a laugh when I torture her XD ilu!

Desmond Miles (C) Ubisoft
Alex Mercer (C) Activision
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Good for you Desmond! I have a feeling this is gonna be a great story! :)