This isn't right Ch.1ZEUSXDANA (MAYBE OTHER LOVE FLUFF)
This isn't right
Dana huffed in and out as she ran down the street with her black backpack bouncing up and down against her back. Her short boyish brown hair was moving slightly with the wind rushing against her face, as her blue eyes darted back and forth looking for any infected monsters and at her watch attached to her wrist. She would be late to school soon. She quickly jumped over a rusty, broken old taxi that had crashed to a street light about a few weeks ago. She looked at her watch a second time, her little gray watch shined
Don't Fall Asleep On MeMalik furiously dodged the sliver blade as it dashed toward his neck and stabbed the Templar's gut and withdrew his bloody sword. He watched as more Templars circled around him and was getting weary of fighting them all. His brown eyes scanned the brick wall to see his younger brother, Kadar, hop over a wall after another. Swinging from the low lit heat lamps form the ceiling. Trying to reach the Apple of Eden across the other side of the giant wall. Malik attention turned back to another Templar as it drew out its sword. Malik watched as it charged forward and he easily moved out of the way and sweeped the fool and stabbed him while he was dDon't Fall Asleep On Me2 years ago in Drama More Like This
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"ZEUS!" Dana yelled as she watched him growl in pain. She saw a silver blade stab threw his stomach and a black liquid pour out of his stomach. "These stupid Blackwatch." He snarled as he turned his arm into a blade and cut off the head of former Blackwatch member. She watched as blood shot out of the neck and the head falling out of the sky, cracking its head open on the blood stained sidewalk, letting out more of its red color. Dana covered her eyes at the gruesome site and felt like she was gonna puke. She felt her knees wobble as she loaded her gun and aimed it at other Blackwatchsoldiers, surrounding them. She watc
AlexDes Highschool pt.1 Desmond Miles burst though the door of his History class. "Mr. Miles, you are fifteen minutes late!" Shouted his teacher Mr. Malik.AlexDes Highschool pt.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, sir."
The historian and engineer teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Take you seat, Mr. Miles."
"Yes sir " he mumbled.
He took his seat next to his friends Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. "Second time this week, Desmond, and its only Thursday," Rebecca teased.
Desmond sighed. "Ezio and Altiar have me cramming for something called the Brotherhood, I think it's a family thing."
Shaun shrugged. "Well all you missed was the fascinating history of The Cold War, mostly ju
DanaXZeusZEUSXDanaDanaXZeus2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dana rubbed the sides of her temples as she stared at the computer, for the last 12 hours. She sighed as she rested her hand against her cheek. She kept on scrolling down to read the documents from Blacklight. Dana glared at the screen. "Nothing interesting in here that can help," she sighed as she leaned back against the seat and rubbed her head tiredly. "God I need to breathe." She mumbled as she turned off the laptop and spinned around in her spinning chair. She let her red sneakers drop to the cold, cracked ground as she stopped to gaze at the gray room. She scanned the cracked walls, the facts,maps, and pictures on them and t
AlexxDes Time Skips - Part 3#51 AirAlexxDes Time Skips - Part 32 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were days when Desmond didn't know what was worse: being strapped to a weird machine that could read his genetic code or constantly being tossed into the air by Alex whenever they needed to make a quick getaway.
It was funny how Desmond's life soon revolved around nothing, but apples, however the most important apple of his eye was neither golden nor all-powerful alright, maybe Alex was all-powerful, if he managed to get nuked and survive it.
Perhaps it was the bartender's inflection that suddenly did him in, but Alex had no troubles pouring his heart out after some good ru
We Must Live OnThe Bureau was too quiet on an evening like this. It was so quiet that galloping horses could be heard in the distance. The sound of the approaching enemy.We Must Live On2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik shuddered. It wouldn't be long until those damned Europeans were upon them, waging war for an unjust cause. How many more innocents will die before the week's end? He slammed his fist down in anger. The sound echoed throughout the empty room. It was too quiet.
There was a crash of thunder outside. Malik started.
"Rain? In Jerusalem?" he wondered aloud.
Suddenly a voice came from the shadows behind him.
"Rain foretells doom."
Malik whipped around to
What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.What Malik Left Behind3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed i
Two of a Kind - SEVENTwo of a Kind - SEVEN2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Siren must have flown day and night before she began to descend. Altair had been drifting in and out of conscious for most of the night and by the time the sun began to raise, his neck and back ached from the constant jostle from when the girl would back or increase her altitude.
The assassin looked over his shoulder as Siren lowered more and more in the sky, and noticed that were over another city. The buildings weren't as large as in New York, and the teen lightened down on one of the tallest of them. From the roof's door burst a small centaury of soldiers who were dressed in all white instead of black like the grunt
Two of a Kind - SIXTwo of a Kind - SIX2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SIX: The Siren's Confession
Another week and a half passed, and Alex would disappear again and again, only re-appearing once every other day or so to relay information to Dana or rest. But with each visit he always sat with Altair on the building's edge and talked with him. Even if it was only about half an hour of interaction, both men seemed to enjoy each other's company more and more as the days went on. Soon they knew a lot about one another, and were completely aware of the other's situation before the present dilemma.
After Dana had showed Altair how to use the internet, he used her laptop almost constantly when she was using the main
Two of a Kind: TWOTwo of a Kind: TWO2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
TWO: Coming to Terms
Alex had been awake all night. It was the constant screams and chattering voices that filled his head with every consumed individual, military and civilian alike. But it seemed that now that the virus inhabited his body, it was like he didn't need sleep. Not since he'd woken up in the morgue.
He wondered about what he heard from the military guards. Unexplained electrical currents had knocked out their virus detection equipment, and he was able to sneak right into a base and get some higher knowledge of weapons and plans for retaliation.
After that he decided to return to the safe house to make sure the stranger hadn't
Two of a Kind: FIVETwo of a Kind: FIVE2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FIVE: Finding Solace
A few more days passed and Alex had still not returned. Altair was beginning to find different ways to fill his time besides just watching TV. But the only show he seemed interested in was Loony Tunes and when it wasn't airing, he was either exercising with his weapons and armor on, or learning slang terms and more English from Dana.
After about a day he could speak it as if it was his first language. The girl also taught him more about common things in the modern era such as movies, video games, and music.
By the 6th day however, he had become so cooped up that he was determined to go outside.
"Please Dana," he prac
A Year Gone ByA Year Gone By:A Year Gone By2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Did you... Want me to stay, bro-"
"Go away, Altaïr." He could see the hurt in his amber eyes.
He stirred in his light sleep, bare torso lightly sheened in a cold sweat, shining in the solemn Jerusalem moon that loomed high in the midnight sky, curvaceous surface visible to the naked eye. Subtle nightmares plagued him, as always, intangible but enough to leave the slightest mind scar, scars he didn't think he would ever be able to escape from, scars that ran deeper than the ones marring his flesh, those rend into his amputated limb. His brow quivered, kicking off the light blanket over him down around his waist. He
Crossed times -Alex-Altair ficCrossed times -Alex-Altair fic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: First meeting
Altiar was defiantly the weirdest men Alex Mercer had ever met.
That was one of the first things Alex mercer found out about he assassin; though if he'd had his way he wouldn't have known anything at all because he wouldn't have taken the man into their hideout; it was Dana; his younger sister, who convinced him to help the other.
When they first met Altair he was wearing strange clothing he was severely wounded and was unconscious, Dana had insisted Alex carry the injured man to Ragland to be fixed up; she had a much kinder heart that Alex ever had and grudgingly he obeyed his sister,
Crossed times 5 - ReconCrossed times 5 - Recon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5- Reconnaissance
Ever since the incident with Altair's weapons, the younger man had been more at ease and seemed more relaxed now that every time Alex went out on reconnaissance; he would allow Altiar to accompany him (Much to Dana's surprise; after all it was odd that Alex was trusting the other enough to actually 'hang out' with him after all supposed 'dislike' Alex had had against the other) and would jump from building to building carrying the younger assassin.
The mental image alone about this scene was comical enough but imagine Altair's frightened face the first few times Alex jumped around with the man i
Two of a Kind: ONETwo of a Kind: ONE2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Altair awoke feeling his head buzzing with pain. His hand went to the back of his neck were the majority of the ache resonated, and felt a slight bump. The flesh was tender and flinched with discomfort when he touched it.
Lowering his hand, reality slowly crept back as he took in his surroundings, thinking his whole encounter with the black 'demon' was just a dream. But this was not the Assassin's bureau, and he wasn't lying on the familiar firm ground that was blanketed with rugs and plush pillows. He slipped his hood off to get a better look around and nothing short of confused. There a low table next to where he was lying,
"Please Forgive me, Malik" If only. If only he was smarter then. Wiser. Why, why did he have to be so stupid? And Malik paid such a high price. Kadar, poor Kadar. He paid the highest price of all: his young life. So many regrets, so many innocent lives.So much pain. So much hurt."Please Forgive me, Malik"3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He knew that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't give Malik back his arm or revive Kadar,but his heart wrenched every single time he saw that familiar tanned face. He would give anything to right those wrongs,but he knew an opportunity like that would never surface. Even so he hoped. Hoped for a chance to redeem himself.
Malik Al Sayr: ShamblesI want the journals, Malik.Malik Al Sayr: Shambles4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stared up from the book Id been reading with cold steel knot in my belly by the hour to see a ghost of a man standing in the doorway, leaning on the side with one shaking arm. The man was more scarecrow than human, the once vigorous frame racked with pain and wounds I could only imagine. And I had a share of my own too. The left arm still wanted acknowledgment of its ghostly existence. But the once empty place in my heart, where my brother had dwelt until his death, battered, sore, was now again filled. The walking corpse in the doorway to my chambers filled that void. It was Altair.
Out of a
Two of a Kind - EIGHTTwo of a Kind - EIGHT2 years ago in Romance More Like This
EIGHT: Escape and Rescue
After about an hour, Siren and Altair had drawn out a plan to escape. It wasn't 100% full prove, but it was something to work with. The girl really had no boundaries as far as where she could go in the Abstergo facility. She began to tell Altair about before they had made her a prisoner. How she had apparently been a willing mercenary for them. She would track down Assassin HQ's and would trace hackers, seeing it as strictly business.
That all changed when Vedic had revealed the Templar's master plan for the pieces of Eden she turned on them and had to make with the trouble of explaining to the leader in the Assassi
Connections Ch 1 AlexDesmondThis had to be the worst day of his life.Connections Ch 1 AlexDesmond3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
Bloodlines: Chapter IBloodlines: Chapter I2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fire blazed into the black sky, sparks fusing with the falling rain. The heat was sharp against his face, but there was no space to move back, for the vast crowd was thick and emotions formed the barriers that bodies did.
He swayed, but the hand didn't move from his wrist. The tight hold upon his flesh kept his own tight hold upon reality; the other said nothing, did not look at him, but thoughts were shared between them like spoken words.
It is time to say goodbye.
Hands stretched above the crowd, gripping torches that blazed with blessed fire, symbols of the love for those who fell to ashes. Silence fell and through it, a female voice sa
You need to get used to it...You need to get used to it...1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
England sighed, trying to ignore America knocking at the door. He had to get used to sleeping on his own, or else he'd end up a wimp like Italy a certain person who wouldn't be named.
However, after a few minutes of this, he had to give in. America's crying was starting to worry him. He opened the door, and America instantly hugged his legs. He was sobbing like a baby, and England carried him over to his bed. "What are you scared of, now?" he asked.
America buried his face in England's chest. "I'm not scared "
"Then why are you running to me in the middle of the night?" he asked.
"Because I miss you " he s