Lost in Time: An Assassin's Creed Fanfic

Chapter 17

Sleep didn't come easily that night. With the thought that this could be my last night alive, I still hadn't quite come to terms with my fate. If I am executed, at least I will be reunited with Mother and Brother. We could be together again and remain happy. On the other hand, dying tomorrow will mean that this whole mission was for nothing. I would have gained nothing from being tortured by Dr. Gultz, Mother's death would have meant nothing, and all of Brother's obstacles in this new era would have been for nothing.

After thinking things through, I realized that whatever happened was out of my hands. There was nothing I could do to prevent my fate. I would have to accept what they chose to do with me. By that time, I had finally drifted into a restless sleep, but am quickly awoken by a large boom. I hear metal clanking together along with heavy footsteps. Doors are being kicked open, each one continuously gets closer to mine. Smoke floats from under the door. Only one thing runs through my mind; they found me.

The door crashes open and many Templars rush in. The cloud of smoke engulfs the room as they do so.

"We found her!" one screams to no one in particular.

They slam their weapons against the lock of my cage. I can't stop them, not with my arms bound up like this. The assassins tied me to the bars to prevent me from harming them. Little did they know, if I were free, I could stop this now. The metal lock breaks, opening the door. The barrier between the Templars and me is gone. There's no escaping now.

"The boss will surely be happy to see you," a buff Templar says as he enters my cell. A proud and evil look takes over his expressions.

"No!" I shout at him. "Stay away from me!" I try to get away but I'm tied to the railings of the cage. I struggle with all my might, hoping that somehow, someway, I can fight my way out of their grasp.

"Don't fight sweetheart. Make this easier for everyone."

I pull back, but it does no good. He slaps me hard across the face, causing me to stop squirming for the time being. He ties his own restraint around my wrists and slices the others free. He grasps my arms and shoves me on the ground outside of the cage. I land on the cold ground with my anger boiling from within.

Two other Templars pick me up by each arm. My strength is no match for theirs, but I struggle against their grip anyway. I shout at them as they drag me through the assassin halls. I hear my name echoed through the halls. Chase is calling my name. He came to help me, but it won't do any good. Even if he manages to win against the Templars, the assassins will end me in a heartbeat. I won't give up without a fight though. He's all I have left.

I kick the Templar to my right directly in the knee. I'm satisfied when I hear a snap. He releases his grip accompanied by a scream in pain. This gives me the opportunity to hit the one on my left directly in the face. I look back to see Chase fighting his way through the violent crowd to get to me.

I am caught off guard as a strong Templar pushes my back into the wall with much force. He attempts to punch me in the face but I successfully dodge it. I am so thankful that Chase trained me. Another attacker shoves me to the ground, knocking my breath from my body. Before I know it, more than ten Templars surround me to make sure I don't escape from them again. They came for me and intend of leaving with me in their grasps. They will not give me up so easily.

"No! Lexi!" Chase shouts to me as I'm being pulled away.

They lift me off my feet to prevent me from escaping. Squirming within their grasps doesn't do me any good. They race out of the building with me in their hands. I'm thrown into, what I've learned is, a van. I had never seen one in the Isu Era. Many things of this century are foreign to me. Ten more Templars sit within the borders, all keeping me under close watch. The doors quickly close before the van abruptly takes me away to their desired destination.

It's not long before a bag is thrown over my head. I'm lifted from my feet and taken underground. Two men maintain their hold on me until the bag is finally lifted. I open my eyes to see a person wearing a dark uniform which holds a red cross. The Templar holds himself with lots of power. His black hair contains streaks of silver, showing his age. In his hands, he holds two Apples of Eden. I can feel that the one in his left hand is the one that belongs to me. The fact that he controls me, simply by gripping the artifact, infuriates me to the core. This is a fight I cannot win.

"Well," he starts. "You have been quite a pain to track down. I believe you already know why you are here."

I don't answer. I simply give him an evil look as I stare straight into his cold eyes.

"I don't believe we have officially met. My name is Damien Ward. Templar grandmaster, that is. I have faith that you will help us establish peace in this world. Whether you decide to comply willingly is your choice, but you know I can make you do as I wish." He smiles an evil smile at me. Unlike the assassins, he knows who I am, what I am.

"Now, I trust that you have previously seen these two beautiful artifacts. I wonder which one is the weapon I've been so desperately looking for," he says sarcastically with a small chuckle.

"What does this one do?" he mocks playfully. He extends his right hand. The guards release their grip on me to grab their weapons. They try to fight its power, but they lose, and shoot themselves in the process. Their lifeless bodies fall on either side of me.

"How unfortunate. This Apple..." He holds up my Apple in his left hand."...is one of our newer discoveries. It seemed to have no purpose. It didn't give us valuable information and it wasn't able to control other people." The Templar begins to circle around me. I don't move, but instead follow him with my dark gaze. "After lots of thought, we came to the conclusion that it required a second piece. This made things more difficult. I analyzed your blood sample and came across your DNA. The amount of precursor DNA embedded in yours was not only exponentially higher than everyone else's, but also impossible, considering how long ago it was since the Isu died out. That's when it clicked." He stops in front of me. "The second piece I have been looking for is not a piece, but a person."

With that, he forces me to kneel before him. His lips tug into an evil, and victorious, smile. He looks at me with a proud, but dark, smile. He is astonished by his newly attained 'weapon' that he finally has in his grasp. I can tell he has been searching for me. I can feel his determination by the way he hold the golden artifact. He will stop at nothing to create his vision of a better world, to create 'peace.'

"Well, would you look at that. You match your artifact," he says in a mocking tone while admiring the gold symbols that glow on my arms.

The Templar approaches me and slices the ropes that have been restraining my powers.

"From the research I have done, I understand that one of your abilities is to look into the memories of any person you wish. Is that true?"

I don't reply, but instead shoot a death glare in his direction. He gives me a dark look before sending energy into my body through the Apple. The energy travels through me in waves of sharp pain shooting through every inch of my body. He finally releases it, observing the Apple a bit closer. My breathing is quite rapid.

"I've done lots of research and also discovered that this artifact replaced your heart. It's a good thing the scientist kept a journal. I know that it controls you, that it's a part of you." He pauses, allowing me to think about the power he holds over me. "This artifact is truly a work of art. It's a shame they didn't make more. At least we have you in our custody. The assassins won't know what hit them. We need to use your abilities against them, so I ask again, can you observe memories?" His voice is stern. He raises the Apple in his hand, threatening to send another surge.

"Yes," I breathe out. I have seen what I can be forced to do. I won't make that mistake again. Mother shouldn't have died that day, but she did because of my retaliation.

"Ah, so she does speak!" he cheers with false enthusiasm.

I observe an evil glint in his eyes as a smirk appears on his face.

"Well, Lexi..." He spits my name out with authority. The evil smirk reappears on his face. "...we have a lot of work to do. People won't interrogate themselves. Let's get to it."