How Desmond Miles Met Aiden Pearce

Chapter 1

(I do not own the game series Watch dogs, nor do I own the game series Assassins Creed. )

A young teenage male gazed out at his surroundings, his white hoodie standing out against the grey coloring of the concrete, and crowd. Around him the cars crowding the busy streets honked obnoxiously, while the people talked just as loudly around him, trying to be heard over one another. The teen, Desmond Miles winced at the noises that almost made his ear drums bleed. The place he had grown up in, and had run away from was at least quiet, and didn't draw any attention like this place did. The place he had come from was dubbed by most people as 'The Farm'. The farm wasn't a place where cattle was raised, or where horses were bred, the only thing that was grown on the farm were people who were called 'Assassins'. The assassins were a cultish group in his opinion that was run by his father, William Miles. William Miles was a strict man who was never meant to have children. If you were to give him a child all he would see was another block of clay he could use to turn into a weapon. That's exactly what he tried to do to Desmond and that is the reason why he had run. He didn't believe in whatever William had and he needed to get away from it.

Desmond shook his head clear of any thoughts he had that were of the farm. Even though he had run away with little training, he still learned some skills that would allow him to survive on his own for a limited time. One of the few skills he had managed to learn, and succeed in was the art of pickpocketing, and that skill right now is what will be paying for his next meal hopefully. With that thought in mind Desmond looked around at the thick crowd of bustling people around him. If he had any good chance, now would be perfect due to the fact no one actually looking down, they would never see him and when they found out what had happened he would be gone.

As Desmond looked out at the crowd, his eyes landed on the back pocket on the behind of a rather large man with a rather thick smooth leather wallet. After a split second of maneuvering his way through the crowd, Desmond was walking silently behind the rather large man who most likely couldn't even turn his neck to see who had approached him. Without a second thought Desmond slipped closer up to the man, and slipped his hand in to the man's pocket without alarming him, and snatching his wallet, sliding it into his own pocket with ease.

While up close to the man he couldn't help but to wrinkle his nose up in disgust. The large man who had no neck but multiple chins smelled strongly of terrible BO and for some odd reason that Desmond did not question was garlic. Not wasting any more time to get away from the man, Desmond quickly made his way through the crowd and to a small back street that only held some passed out hobo, and a few stray cats. After glancing back at the crowded street to make sure no one had followed him he pulled out the wallet he had stolen and flipped it open. Inside the wallet, it held 2 twenty dollar bills and a few ones. Not the amount he had been hoping for but he couldn't be picky.

After going through the wallet for a few moments, Desmond removed all of the cash, and tossed the wallet. The wallet landed with a small plopping sound in the middle of a puddle, most likely to never be found by its rightful owner ever again.

"Now for food... where to go?" Desmond thought aloud as he shoved the cash into his hoodie pocket, as to not lose it. Thinking back, Desmond remembered a dollar store he had passed early that very day. A dollar store, or any place with low prices would be wise, seeing how tight his money situation was. With that thought, Desmond nodded to himself, then set off on the path to his destination with determination in his step.

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After what seemed like hours of walking, and wrong turns, Desmond had finally found himself in front of the shabby looking dollar store. The outside shops sign paint was faded, and peeling which showed the shop was most likely here for a while, and also on the front of the shop were many advertisement posters for some internet thing called BLUME. After deciding that none of the posters had any true meaning, Desmond quickly walked into the store. As soon as Desmond stepped into the small dollar store, a cold blast of air had hit him, causing him to shiver at the impact.