Okay, so what the hell. I don't even know what I'm doing, but I've been feeling so guilty about leaving this fic as I did, and I had a radical strange new idea that I don't know if anybody is going to like (and I might just make this fic even worse tbh!) Please make suggestions as to who could be cast as Eva, and I swear this will get easier to understand; it is intentionally confusing. Thank you so much to everybody who pesters me, and keeps reading this. It means the world, seriously <3 PS if anybody loves me, I could really do with some cover art because I have no artistic talent but no biggie! -B
Eva can't quite remember the last time she woke up. It might have been a few hours, but it could have been days, months even. She remembers signing up for this, being told this was a side effect of entering the Animus, but it has been so long. She feels like she should be worried about how long it has actually been, but she can't seem to muster the feeling.
Eva opens her eyes, and immediately wants to scream. It's like somebody has poured white-hot fire in her eyes; the quick glimpse she got showed a sterile white room, so unlike the rustic walls of home.
Home. Shit, what was home again?
Eva inhales, almost sharply enough to hurt. Home. Images of the house, the countryside, everything, permeates her mind, flashes behind her eyelids, and then is gone.
If that's home, where the hell is she now?
She sits up, and things feel exactly as before, but something is so wrong.
"Eva."
The voice is gentle, but the accent so unfamiliar, it takes Eva a second to register that it is her name being spoken.
"Yes?" She croaks, her voice cracking more than should be possible on a three-letter word.
"This is probably extremely confusing."
"Yes," Eva manages again.
"There's a lot you've missed."
"How-," Eva coughs too loudly for this big echoey space, "how long have I been.."
"Here? Around two years."
"What-"
"You probably don't remember. Shit, let me dim the lights for you."
The voice is feminine, and Eva has only just realised. The glaring light that Eva can still feel in front of her eyes waiting to blind her again has disappeared. She cracks her eyes open and sees a blurry figure standing next to the machine she is in.
Machine. At first, she thinks she is remembering something, and then it flickers out of her mind again. The machine she is in - she knows it is an Animus, she's just not sure how she knows.
"Eva?"
"What's going on?" Eva groans, head in her hands. Last time she checked, she was going to bed with-
"Eva, you've been part of a project. You signed a contract letting us put you under for-"
"Two months. You said it would be two months." How does she know this? "Wait, but you said two-"
"Years, yes. Something...happened, and it was impossible to remove you from the machine. We got you out as soon as we could. You're lucky to be alive, to be honest."
"Oh my god.." Eva says. "Why can't I remember anything?"
"Possible side effect."
"Wait, who are you?"
"I'm the team lead on this project. And I'm afraid the information you have is paramount to the good of the company, so I'm going to need you to tell me what happened."
"Wait, so I wake up from a bloody coma, and the first thing I need to do is be interviewed?"
"You agreed to-"
"To two months in this..this whatever the hell it is, it's now a totally different situation. I mean, do I not have a life? Where's my family? Why can't I remember anything?" Eva can feel the tears running down her cheeks, but she feels so numb.
"I'm sorry, Eva. But you're going to need to answer my questions."
"What if I don't want to?"
Somebody shifts in the shadows near the door, and Eva tenses. It's pretty clear that whoever it was has moved on purpose, pretty clear this is a scare tactic. Pretty sure it's working.
"Where have you been for the past two years?"
Eva breathes unsteadily, eyes still on the figure in the gloom.
"I...America?" She guesses, from the accents she dimly remembers.
"Good. Do you remember the purpose of your project?"
"No."
"Do you remember your target?"
A name flashes through Eva's head and clears it somewhat.
"Yes," she breathes, almost able to picture him, but he's so far away.
"Great. Did you find the information you were looking for?"
Shit. What information? Eva hesitates, but she can see this is the important question, and she can sense the threat in that figure nearby.
"Yeah, I think so..I just can't quite.."
"Remember?" There is impatience in the voice above her, but also uncertainty.
"Yeah."
"Okay, Eva. Matthew here will escort you to your room, and I'll check back with you tonight."
Eva nods, slides off the table, begins walking. Her legs feel like they're about to give out, but clearly whatever the 'company' has been doing to her over the last two years, it has sustained her body.
"And Eva?"
Eva turns slightly, as much as she does not want to put her back to the presence by the door.
"Just to check. You remember the name of this project?"
Eva doesn't know where it comes from, but she is thankful it is there, on the tip of her tongue.
"Assassin. The Assassin project."
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AC3: Together
Fanfictionit's hard to live on your own, but you managed. you don't need some big hotshot assassin going and fucking that up. you/connor. now becoming something even more.
