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Desmond felt groggy at first, and didn't remember much of what had happened, but after a quick briefing from the girls and a snide comment from Shaun, he soon freshened up enough to get the memories rolling in his head. They had arrived to Manhattan with their minivan - how they did was still a question without an answer - Rebecca went missing after heading to the store - they still hadn't gotten the groceries they needed, by the way - and then there was the distant sound of a grenade going off a few floors above. Desmond had went to investigate and found the creepy guy in the hallway. He still wondered where he had went and how he could be s

"Fool". Alex wasn't one to speak his thoughts, but the scene before him basically prompted him to. The guy from the hallway earlier had found his way to the nearest military base and had tried to sneak in, without success. Surprisingly enough he had managed to knock out four men well on his way. Now he was being held by two Blackwatch troopers just outside the entrance of the facility. His lower lip was slit and bleeding after a punch from the trooper that had spotted him. He was shouting about some Rebecca and that they would pay for what they'd done. Yea, like they would give a crap about what he had to say. Alex watched silently from wher

The deafening silence was the first thing she became aware of. Her head was pounding, and she guessed she must've hit her head. ... On what? Scrolling through her memories, she tried to remember what had happened. Desmond... She had arrived in Manhattan together with Desmond, Shaun and Lucy. To get away from the Templars. Right, and she had went to the store to get supplies and groceries. Then what..? She couldn't remember. That must've been when she blacked out. A vague memory about a military radio also managed to press its way into her consciousness. But was she really conscious? Rebecca's senses were slowly coming back to her, and as she

Manhattan was on fire. Every block in the district was figuratively and literally in flames. Red, hot smoke erupted from more than a few buildings, and plain chaos inhabited the streets. The people were screaming out of sheer terror and ran in panic without further goal. They just wanted to get away. Away from whatever curse that was spreading rapidly throughout the city. The civilians ran while military groups fortified on the scene, putting bullets in anyone that looked the slightest suspicious. They fired their guns over and over, with little to no rest in between shots. The kills didn't please them the slightest however. Their eyes and fi

!NOTICE! This fanfic will not be continued! If I feel like making a continuation, I want to re-write the whole first chapter. It's really OOC, and I have no idea what should happen in a possible next chapter. Please keep that in mind while reading, and feel free to comment what you think should happen instead or afterwards. Thanks! ... The buildings cast tall shadows as the sun was setting over Florence. The merchants were beginning to pack up and get ready to head home after a busy day like this. The streets were empty, aside from the few guards making their way to their nightwatch stations. Not a single rooftop archer could be seen at this

After all the time he'd spent in the animus, Desmond was delighted see the outside world. The fresh air filled his lungs as he inhaled and he felt the soft grass tickle between his toes. Going barefoot had surely been the best decision he'd made in a long time. A big, genuine smile formed on his lips and he looked back at the blonde standing in the doorway. His bright mood flushed over on her and she smiled back at him as she walked over. Desmond offered his hand to her, and she took it without hesitation. For a moment they stood there, side by side, admiring their surroundings. "So, what do you think?" the blonde asked him, and he turned hi