|Assassin's Creed: Destiny
Author: chinqs PM
Alex Lee-Nakanasa is a Canadian born Assassin, born into a family decsended from the Kenway line, fighting to find his way when the silent war between the Templars and Assassins has escalated to unprecedented levels. R&R. Part of the Assassin's Creed EU, Destiny Rising community.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - William M. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 13,925 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 03-22-13 - Published: 07-16-12 - id: 8328018
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Hey guys, chinqs here with another chapter of AC: Destiny. Now, just to let you guys know ahead of time, this story will have slow updates, as I live a busy life outside of FF.
Anyways, the way these chapters will work is with a flashback to begin or end with, usually foreshadowing a later chapter, then to the normal story.
Disclaimer: Ubisoft owns AC.
Date Indetermined, 18:20 hrs
"I DON'T CARE HOW IMPORTANT THIS DESMOND IS! THIS MISSION IS NOT WORTH IT!" I yelled, furious at my lack of knowledege on the latest operation.
"He volunteered of his accord." The Mentor said, calmly, almost indifferent. "This is out of your hands, Alex. You have no idea the importance of Desmond, to the Order and to me. You yourself should know this."
"He is part of my team, and you're letting him walk right into an Abstergo trap, AND YOU KNOW IT!" I yelled again, slamming the phone down, and storming away.
"Alex, wait!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. The Mentor was still on speaker phone.
"Alex, I honestly don't give a shit about what your opinion on this is. I'm the leader of the Order and you will obey me!" he yelled.
"What the hell does it matter to you anyways? We lose operatives everyday, its part of life! Who the hell is Desmond anyways?"
"He's my son."
June 8th 2008, 15:00 hrs
Location: Guelph, Ontario
My father was a secretive man. He was an marketer for a rather large tech firm, so he was always away on business trips. My mother was a real estate agent, but she also used to work for the same company my father worked for.
June 20th 2008. The day everything changed.
It was the last day of the school year, things were winding down, I, luckily had no exams. I was ready for the summer. Unfortunately, that summer I so longed for would never arrive and my life would change forever.
"Hey Alex! See you next year man!" yelled Jack from down the hall. I waved at him, as I closed my locker for the last time of my Gr.11 year. With my backpack on my back I started to head home.
My dad was at a marketing meeting in South Dakota, and even though it was in a remote place, he seemed to go there a lot. Whenever he wasn't there, he was on the outskirts of Guelph, where he worked. I never went, both parents forbid me from going to his workplace.
"Alex! You weren't going to leave without saying bye, were you?" yelled a voice from behind me, as I pushed open the door to walk out. I turned my head and saw my best friend Katie running towards me. She jumped into my arms hugging me. Her blonde hair tickled my nose.
"Well, I kinda wanted to get out of here... You know me," I said sheepishly. Most people thought we were a couple, and maybe we were. Our families were close, both of our parents knew each other since high school, and we had known each other since forever.
Katie laughed, then said, "Well, I better be seeing you later this summer, right?"
I nodded, walking through the doors, my best friend following closely behind. "I'm busy with track and swimming this summer, but I'll make time."
"You and your sports... What about your karate?" she asked.
"First of all, my dad insists I do all of these sports, its getting annoying." I sighed, reaching the sidewalk.
"Well, at least you're in good shape," she said, staring at me smiling.
I laughed, and kept walking. We walked in silence for the rest of the way home, just enjoying the freedom of finally being out of school. About five minutes later, Katie turned down her street, but not before yelling out, "Text me later!"
Living near your highschool has few perks, but the best is that getting home takes no time at all.
"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled.
"Hey bud!" she yelled back, "I'm cooking spaghetti, tonight, my dad's coming back tonight too! Remember, you have to do your daily run."
I sighed, "Ugh. I was kinda hoping you'd forget." I walked up the stairs and threw down my backpack on my bed. I quickly changed into my running clothes, and ran down the stairs.
"Be back in thirty minutes or so!" I yelled, as I ran out the door.
Running was one of the only things that calmed me. Running through the streets of the neighbourhood that I grew up in, past my elementary school, past Katie's house, past Brad's house, my other best friend, past the park where I first learned to climb.
Climbing and running. My two best abilities.
Well, at least the two best the people actually know about.
As I ran I closed my eyes, and concentrated, whiping my mind of all things. When I opened them, my vision was black, except for the outline of objects, inanimate or animate. Most were grey or white, but occasionally I'd see someone who was outlined in blue.
This... Ability, that I had, I didn't know what to call it, but I had learned most of its secrets. I knew that blue meant that someone was a friend, red was someone that was potentially an enemy, and on the rare occasion, yellow, something I was tracking.
Looking up as I ran, I saw a group of teens form my school. It was the Waldorf gang. They thought they were so cool with their tattoos and just because they were all related some guy who worked for the corporate giant, Abstergo Industries. "Stupid thugs," I thought, as I ran closer and closer to them. They were outlined in red, which was perfectly normal, I was always scrapping with them in some way.
"Hey Indian!" yelled their leader, Ian, "Or should I call you Ching-Chong?" His stupid cousins and brothers all laughed. They were all huge, all brawn, no brain types, except for Ian, who was faster, but still just a stupid.
I slowed my pace to a walk and said, unfazed by the remarks aimed against my mixed ethnicity. "That depends, whatever one you can spell, you can use."
His face automatically went red. "Why you little..." he said.
"What, you gunna fight me?" I taunted, waving my hands towards me.
"I'm not." Ian said, as if suddenly getting an idea, "But they are." He pointed to his cousins Jeff and George the biggest of the bunch, and they walked forward cracking their knuckles.
"Its go time," I thought, activating my unique ability. The twins were no longer outlined in red, but now yellow, and I could anticipate their every move.
Jeff's yellow outline moved his hand in a right uppercut, and his real body beggan to make that move soon after. Unfortunately for him, I was faster. Much faster. I ducked, and did a simple sweep of his legs, knocking him down.
George yelled out in protest, as I saw his yellow silhouette charging towards me. I simply sidestepped, letting the 200+ pound seventeen year old, run past me, tripping over my outstreched legs.
Years of grueling training, under the brutal Sensei Takahashi, had attuned my reflexes to be near superhuman.
"Get him!" Ian yelled, pointing to some of his other cousins.
They circled around me, and this time it was my turn to make a move. I swung at the guy nearest me, with a right bolo punch, a lowercut to the chin. I instantly landed a hit, knocking him out.
"Come on!" I yelled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a yellow silhouette coming at me with a roundhouse kick. I ducked and jabbed in a quick succession to his chest, leaving him breathless.
As soon as I knocked him down, another fist went hurdling to my face, but I ducked again and swept his legs. The poor kid tried to soften his fall by using his arm, but just ended up breaking it with a loud crack.
I disposed of the rest of the thugs in a similar manner very quickly, only one punch had landed, across my jawbone. I turned to Ian and yelled, "Just you and me now!"
He looked at his watch and smiled. "That's what you think, Assassin. Better go and check on Mommy." And he turned around laughing into the night.
"Mom!" I yelled, running back home, also pondering what Ian meant by calling my Assassin.
"Mom?" I asked as I walked through the already open front door.
I looked down to see that I stepped on glass. Something wasn't right.
"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked more frantically.
The blinds were down, lights were off, and the entrance hallway was barely visible.
I walked over to the light switch and turned it on.
Immediately, the light illuminated the hallway revealing shattered glass, empty shotgun shells and bullet casings. There was also a streak of blood leading to family room.
I ran my fingers through my hair, confused. "What's going on? There must have been some sort of robbery."
My mind was going a mile a minute, my lifesaving skills kicked in. EMS. Police. 911. I need them. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed in the 3 numbers that we were always taught to dial in case of an emergency.
But before I could finish dialing, a resounding crash came from the family room, snapping me back to reality.
"Mom!" I yelled, running down the hallway of my destroyed house. On the white walls, were bloody handprints, streaking and smothered. Bullet holes littered the walls, and glass was broken everywhere.
I ran through the kitchen, the fridge had a huge gaping hole in it, made by a shotgun. Groceries were everywhere, eggs split all over the floor, milk spilled, but most of all a dead body.
Words cannot describe the feeling that one gets after seeing their first dead body. Immediately your first reaction is to throw up, the feeling if nausea and sickness almost overwhelmed me.
The body of a rather large and burly man in his late twenties had his eyes open in shock, although I couldn't see what killed him. Against my stomach's wishes, for it was about to empty out it's full contents, I leaned closer to examine the body, and saw a gaping hole in his neck, what looked like a knife wound.
"What happened...?" I whispered to myself.
I looked over to the living room, and saw another body, this one female. This one familiar. My mother.
"MOM!" I yelled, sprinting to the body. A broken vase lay near by, she broke it to warn me.
"Alex," she whispered. She had a bullet wound to the chest, and was losing blood quickly. Her face was pale, and bloody but other than that looked fine. Almost like a normal day. "Alex, come closer." she whispered even softer.
"Mom," I whispered back, tears welling up in my eyes. I already knew the inevitable was upon me. My mother was dying. "Mom, don't go, please."
"Alex, you need to listen." my Mom urged. "Pay attention, this is incredibly important."
I nodded, tears threating to spill over and out of my eyes.
"Contact your father. Tell them that they came, that they are onto us. Tell him that I want to you go to the Farm." she said, "Take this." She slowly lifted up her hand, but on it was a bracer, leather coated with a strange insigna on it. I unstrapped it from her arm and put it on mine.
"Be careful, I love you, Alex, I..." And she closed her eyes for the last time.
"Mom..." I cried, and tears finally spilled over, falling like rain onto her bloody chest. "Mom!" I sobbed, falling over into her chest, holding her even though she would never come back. Never again could I hug her, tell her I loved her.
Never again would I celebrate Mother's day, nor Christmas or even Hallowe'en. My mother was gone forever.
I paid attention to the smallest details, a fly buzzing around, the small breeze wafting through the house, footsteps and the cocking of a gun in the background.
"Yes, let it end." I thought, "End this agony, KILL ME!"
As if the footsteps heard my thoughts, it said, "Now you die, Assassin."
"Assassin." I thought, still not knowing what that meant.
Suddenly a bang went off, but I was not dead. I lifted my head up from the body of my dead mother, to see a tall, hooded man, fighting hand to hand combat, with a knife. A knife that seemed to come straight from his wrist.
The man quickly defeated my would-be-killer, stabbing him in the chest. I instinctively threw up, all over the floor.
The man walked over, removing his hood to show a familiar face. "Yeah, that generally happens your first time. Don't worry, Alex, you'll get used to it." my brother said.
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