Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time

Chapter 1

Desmond's POV

I wake up, my head pounding slightly and my vision fuzzy.

"Where am I?" I think, trying to stand.

I rub my eyes and look around me. I'm in a building made of sand bricks, and the stone of the floor is cool.

"Hello?" I whisper. I manage to stand up with the help of a nearby wall and look around for someone to help me. My mind was racing.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

What did Lucy, Rebecca and Shaun do this time?

As I'm thinking this, a very familiar person walks into the room. Our eyes meet, and he nearly falls over.

"DESMOND!?" he exclaims, running over.

"Altaïr!?" I reply. He helps me stand, and I lean against his shoulder.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Syria! In the Assassin headquarters! How are you here?" Altaïr replies.

"I was going into the animus when all of a sudden, I was brought here!" I explain.

Altaïr pauses for a moment, processing the information.

"Alright, let's go find Malik."

"Wait, what year is it?" I ask.

"1191."

"Oh gosh..."

"Yep."

Altaïr helps me into Malik's small office, where maps are laid out over his desk. He looks up when Altaïr walks in, and he drops his feather pen when he sees me.

"Desmond?" Malik asks.

"Hey Malik. How's it going?" I ask, chuckling a bit.

"What's going on, Altaïr?" he asks, looking at Altaïr.

"Uh, another jinx in the machine called the Animus," Altaïr replies.

Malik sighs and stands up from his chair.

"How are we going to fix this?"

"I don't know..." Altaïr mutters.

I think for a moment.

"REBECCA!!!" I yell. Altaïr and Malik both jump. I remain silent, waiting.

"Desmond? You can communicate with us!?" a female voice replies. I grin and Altaïr and Malik look confused.

"Who are you talking to?" Malik asks.

"One sec," I mutter to them. "I can hear you! Look, how am I getting home?" I ask.

"Uh, we're going to work on it. For now, let Altaïr and Malik teach you some stuff. It'll be useful," Rebecca replies. "We can track you with our computers."

"Okay. Fix this soon!" I reply.

"Who were you talking to?" Altaïr asks.

"Uh, Rebecca. It seems I still have a communication with my time. It's weird, I don't know how it works," I say.

"Anyway, why don't we show you around?" Malik suggests.

Altaïr and I agree and Malik leads us out of his office.

I definitely didn't see this coming.

A/N: THE SEQUEL IS HERE!!!!

You guys, Ripped from our Time has 1.19K reads. That is an insane number. I just felt that I should update you on that.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this first little bit of the sequel!