Lost in Time: An Assassin's Creed Fanfic

Chapter 19

Damien didn't trust me enough to stay locked in a cage to sleep. Instead, he had me bound up to the concrete wall in his room. His sleeping form lies on his bed on the opposite side. His hand rests upon the artifact used to control me, keeping it close by. His weapons rest on his person, even while he is sleeping. He believes could never be too cautious, especially when it comes to me.

 The weight heavy chains cause me to drift in and out of sleep. Any little sound causes my body to flinch in fear. The assassins' headquarters were so quiet and peaceful. Not one person made noise, other than Chase, of course...Chase. I never had time to think about him. I hope he made it out of the fight without any harm. He had become more than an acquaintance; he had become my friend, my first friend in fact. I had never really communicated with anyone other than my family while I was a slave. There had been no time to chat, only time to work.

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I was suddenly kicked awake. My eyes shoot open to see the one, and only, Damien Ward. His face never fails to show a dark expression. I stare at him with heavy eyes while trying to ignore the pain in my leg.

"Get up!" he shouts at me. Only then did I realize he had released my restraints. He kicked me again. This time, I had not hesitated to jump from where I was sitting to obey his command. 

"We have work to do." Those words are never a good sign. The "work" that these kinds of people do, is tearing the world to shreds.

After following him into the main room, he leads me to a door. I remember it from the last time I was here. The memories return to me. This is the room I had been tortured in. I reluctantly enter through the door.

I take in my surroundings. There is a chair that reclines backwards. It contains leather straps where they would tie peoples' arms and legs down. A metal table is near the border of the room holding small knives and weapons resting neatly on a white towel. A wooden chair is separated from it all, holding an assassin tied down. His hood is down, exposing his bloody face. He is leaned forward. His slow and steady breaths show that he is unconscious, but still alive.

A Templar enters the room and tosses a bucket of cold water onto the assassin. He perks up with a gasp. His eyes dart around the room, obviously confused as to where he is. When his gaze meets mine, he visibly tenses and grounds his jaw in anger. He thinks I betrayed the assassins. He thinks this is all my doing. Our eyes lock and I give him an apologetic look, but he doesn't accept it.

"Let us begin," Damien says. 

He commands me through the Apple to look into his memories and look for a certain assassin meeting with a traitor to the Templar order. I comply and does at he asks. I know this is a test. He has given me a small objective just to establish power. I won't allow myself to act as I did in the Isu era. My mother died because of me. That memory still weighs down on my shoulders.

As I near the assassins, he becomes restless and tries to break the binds to escape. I reach out for his forehead, but he looks in the other direction. Damien becomes impatient and forces me to use my powers. My arms glow as I warp the energy around his head to face me. He struggles, but it won't do any good. I give him another apologetic look before delicately placing my palm on his forehead.

In his memories, I see the assassins talking to another fellow member. Both are hooded, but I can decipher which one is which by their actions. The one on the right hands a small slip of paper to the one on the left, which is the one I am supposed to be locating.

"Meet him at the south docks. The man by this name will give you the location of the 3 head Templars."

I pull myself out of the memory and blink a few times, adjusting to the light. The assassin looks confused, not realizing what I had just done. 

"Where is he?" Damien asks in a demanding tone.

I look to the assassin who looks frightened.

"South docks. He is meeting someone there. The name was on a slip of paper," I reply softly. I never wished to hurt the assassins in any way. I would've preferred if I had stayed out of their war completely.

"Locate him and kill him. Bring the traitor back to me." I nod at Damien's command. I don't know if I will actually go through with this. I can't! I won't be a killer or a monster. I hadn't realized I was still standing there until I was forced to walk closer to the docks. The glow of my arms faded and I finally earned my freewill back.

I timidly stepped through small crowds of people. Nobody stared, so I must've look like a normal civilian to these people. Using my sixth sense, I located the assassin in gold. As I neared him, he glanced backwards. I quickly hid behind a group of people talking amongst themselves. He continued forward. I stayed where I was, only observing. I can't do this; I won't do this. Damien must've been watching because he forced me to make my move. I swiftly walked up to the assassin. He turned, hearing my footsteps. He unsheathed his hidden blade and directed at me, but stopped suddenly.

"Lexi? What are you-"

"I'm sorry," I whimper before sending a burst of energy into his heart. His body fell limp, but I caught him just in time to place his body in a sitting position against a wooden post. Luckily, no one had noticed. He appeared to be sleeping, but I knew he would remain that way forever. My hands were shaking as the realization hit me that I had killed an assassin, a person. They would surely come after me if they found out. For all I know, they could have seen that. They could be hidden among the crowd right now.

Damien commands me to search the assassin's body for the slip of paper. I spot a small throwing knife on his belt and hide it under my clothes. I had seen only weapons, lots of them, but after looking harder, I found it crumbled in a pocket. I opened it to reveal the name.

James West

I use my special vision to look around. The Templar is standing near a boat, secluded from everyone else. This is the perfect opportunity. Again, I wouldn't normally take pleasure in this, but this is a Templar. I approach the man. His back is turned to me. I swiftly grasp his arm and swing it behind his back. A small yelp escapes his lips.

"W-what do you want?" he ask in a terrified tone.

"Your boss has a few words for you," I reply. I feel him trembling within my grip. I feel bad for the man. He knows his fate.

We casually walk toward the trees where Damien hides. An evil chuckle draws my attention to his location.

"Well done," he praises. I timidly nod at him in response, not meeting his eyes with my gaze. "Now kill him."

The man tenses, knowing he will die. I do not wish to deliver his death to him. I may despise the Templars, but I am not a killer. 

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"You heard me, punish the man for turning his back on the order. Kill him."

I don't move. I am frozen in place. I know he will use it against me, but I don't care. I will not kill the man by choice. I stare at Damien with resilience.

"Very well. We will do this my way."

Damien pulls out the Apple. My arms glow as my right one reaches out to touch his back. My eyes haven't left Damien's daring ones. He can see that I'm trying to fight it by my pained facial expression. He returns it with a dark smile, something that I see a lot of. He forces me to send the energy. The man's body falls from my grip, but I don't bother to look. If I do, I will feel guilty.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? Don't worry, there's more to come."