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Desmond was bed ridden for another three days. Three long, mind-numbing days. Most of Desmond's time was spent staring at the holes in ceiling of his room. He stopped after he couldn't find any new images. That left his mind to ponder on what exactly Alex had said three days before. You mean the world to me. He had going around in circles trying to figure out just what exactly Alex meant by that comment. Every time Desmond thought about it, his face felt a little warm. He had on more than one occasion told himself to stop acting like a flippant teenage schoolgirl. He had thought about asking Alex, but the man never seemed to be around. Even

Severe pain awoke Desmond from his deep sleep, causing him to first furrow his brows before cracking his eyes open. His head was pounding but his abdomen hurt far worse. Memories were cropping back up, reminding Desmond of his wounds. He blearily opened his eyes a bit more, trying to get them to focus so he could find out where he was now. He immediately recognized his surroundings to be Saint Paul's Hospital. He knew there was only one explanation as to how he got there and it was sitting right next to Desmond. Alex was sitting in one of the waiting chairs he apparently grabbed from one of the waiting rooms. His arms and legs were both cross

It turned out that Alex had been staying at the hospital for the past four days. Desmond asked and asked why he would be staying here, but he never got an answer. It was later in the afternoon and Alex had run off into some other room. What did that leave Desmond to do with his free time? Explore, of course. He started with opening some of the doors in the main hall he was in. He found that most of them were locked. The last door he tried though was open. It led to another long hallway with more doors for Desmond to enter. Again, most were locked for some reason and again, the last one he tried was open. This process continued for about ten m

About two days had passed since Desmond last saw Alex, not that he really cared. He was mostly left to his own devices except for around meal time. A woman named Dana would come in and leave some sort of meal for Desmond. Sometimes, she would even stick around and carry out a conversation with him. Desmond noticed after the first few visits that she looked an awful lot like Alex and figured they must be related. How else could they the same frost-bitten blue eyes? "So, this whole infection is thanks to GENTEK?" Dana nodded at Desmond's question. "At least that's what Alex thinks. Who really knows what's going on in the fucked up complex." S

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 hi

It had only been a week and things were going straight to hell. The bar where Desmond worked on the west side of Central Park had to be shut down. The quaint little establishment had been apparently located in an 'infected zone'. What the area could have been infected with was beyond Desmond. He just knew he was out of a job because of it. He was currently watching the news to see if there was any update on this 'infection'. Unfortunately, the cheery newscasters seemed to be talking about everything but the contamination. Frustrated by the lack of information, he turned the TV off. He sighed, got up and moved toward the apartment's windows to

It had been about two days since Desmond escaped from the Abstergo facility. He still had no idea where Lucy was or what might have happened to her. The only thing Desmond could do right now was hope she was safe and pray that Abstergo wouldn't find him. That task, of course, was easier said than done. He made sure he had a new identity, a job to pay the bills, and an apartment with few personal items. He always had to be ready to run. Desmond always paid with cash, no credit cards. He also didn't buy any vehicles. Smart move bearing in mind that's what Absergo used to hunt him down in the first place. He was picking up the pieces rather quic

This had to be the worst day of his life. Desmond Miles, 25, had finally escaped his captors at Abstergo.  It was only possible thanks to Lucy, whom he was currently following as they ran through the sterile hallways. The escape seemed to be going smoothly. Nothing happened; no one caught sight of them as Lucy and Desmond raced to the nearest, unguarded exit. It was almost too effortless, too perfect. Almost. Warren Vidic had somehow known the Assassin and the would-be-Assassin would be exiting through the parking lot. Dear Dr. Vidic had ordered many of his guards to swarm the parking lot at the first sight of anyone trying to escape. A mat