Protocreed

encounter

Desmond was walking down the street, after work, to get home and unfortunately his motorcycle had broken down the other day.

"Well this is fan-fucking-tastic," he cursed to himself." Who knows what kinda messed up shit can happen while I'm on the streets at..." he looked at his watch and saw that it was 10:04 pm and sighed in frustration.

"10:04 pm in the fucking night."

As he continued to walk, he heard something down the upcoming alleyway and against his better judgement, looked down the alley when he got there.

What he saw was absolutely terrifying.

He saw a man, who was bleeding and slashed as if he was attacked by a wild and ferocious animal, being yelled at by a...well desmond didn't know what the fuck it was, but it seemed to a man with gigantic black hands and blade like claws.

None the less, it was ghastly.

"Let me go! That's all I know!" Pleaded the beaten and clawed man.

"Maybe you are telling the truth," said the monster, which sent shivers down Desmond's spine. "But who can really tell." He said before an abundance of black-ish red tendrils came out of the monsters body and consumed the man, right in front of desmond's eyes.

There was a few seconds of screams until...there was nothing but the sounds of desmond's heavy breathing breaking the silence.

Unfortunately, they weren't unnoticed by the creature.

As soon as 'it' turned toward him, desmond bolted as if his life depended on it...which it kinda did.

Miraculously, he made if home without being caught. However, he was far from safe.

Desmond was inclined to believe that what he just saw was all an illusion caused by his inner fears of something actually happening, but that was far from the truth.

He decided to try and forget about what he saw and go to bed. He was to shaken up to walk to the bedroom so he plopped down on the couch and closed his eyes, trembling, as he tried to fall asleep.

~time skip *midnight*~

desmond was asleep by this point until he had a sudden awakening by the sound of glass shattering.

'Oh god!' He screamed internally as his body shut down in fear.

Being nothing but a quaking mess, desmond was forced to wait as he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer...and closer.

'Please let this be a nightmare! Please let this be a nightmare!' He begged to a nonexistent listener.

"Hello there~" a dark voice chuckled before appearing to the terrified bartender.

Desmond couldn't speak, it was as if his voice had been yanked away from him, he couldn't even muster a scream.

He studied the features of the intruder, but only to the extent of the bottom part of his face due to being given covered by a hood.

'Could he be apart of the brotherhood? But how did they find me?!' He questioned.

"Would you mind telling me exactly what you saw in that alley a couple hours ago, hm?" The man spoke as if talking to a child.

"I..." Desmond's words came out as a whimper.

"And don't lie to me."

"I s-saw a m-monster kill a man...the man w-was b-badly injured a-and he just...v-vanished." The assassin stuttered.

The man kneeled down so that he was close to desmond's face and laughed softly but evilly. "A monster, you say." He pulled back his hood. "Well at least you're honest."

Desmond could finally see what the monster looked like and he was...admittedly attractive.

"What d-do you...want?" desmond built up the courage to ask.

"Oh me? I just wanted to introduce myself! My name is Alex Mercer." Alex answered, not giving desmond the answer he wanted.

"I'm the so called "monster" that you claimed to see and I'm here to make sure I don't get found out."

Desmond's shot wide open and almost began to cry. He remembered the imagery he witness on the street and let out a bit of a whimper.

"Please..."

"Hm? What's wrong?" Alex almost teased.

"Please don't do to me what you did to that man, I...I..." he broke down in fear. "I won't tell a soul, I promise!"

Desmond was not one for begging, but what choice did he have.

"Oh, I know you won't..." Alex moved closer and grabbed desmond's forearms with normal hand, which caused desmond to squeal.

The assassin shut his eyes and awaited his death...but it never came.

"That's why I'm going to make a proposition." Alex whispered into the other's ear.

He opened his eyes slowly and asked. "What kind of proposition?"

"If you let me stay here. Live here for a few days, maybe a week or two, I will let you live. Granted you don't tell anyone of our little...encounter. understand?"

"You...won't kill me?"

"That is the deal I'm making."

Desmond thought for a moment and sighed, seeing no way out of this.

"Fine." He agreed. "Perfect, now I trust you have no work tomorrow so you have a bit longer to stay here with me." Alex commented.

"Wait, how do you know my schedule?" He asked.

"Simple, the guy I consumed was a supposed regular at you're bar, Mr. Desmond Miles." He explained. "When I consume people or creatures, I can see their memories and learn what they knew."

Desmond cringed at the word 'consume'. "Good to know..." he commented Sarcasm.

Alex laughed and sat next to his new roommate. "Well, we best get to sleep, I'll sleep here you can go to your bedroom and sleep."

"Ok, if you need anything, just...you know...ask me." Desmond offered and tried to stand. As soon as he stood up, his legs gave out due to the previous terror and fell to the ground.

Before he could think he shut his eyes and expected to hit the floor, but his fall was stopped by two strong arms. "careful now, wouldn't want you getting hurt, roomie." Alex chuckled, but it was different this time, almost friendly.

The assassin didn't say a word.

He just stood back up and went to his room.

'Oh my god.' Des said as he got into bed and closed his eyes. 'What the fuck have a gotten into.'