Numbskull

Day 5 Part 2

What was happening? No. It can't be.

Only people who look through their ancestors memories could have this unfortunate symptom due to having branched out from the same DNA. The only person who looked through the memories not of their ancestor and have this symptom was Robert Fraser — but was proved otherwise in the end by conducting a search through his genes to find him descended from Arno Dorian.

"No. No, no, no..." I almost dropped the communicator in shock. It wasn't exactly surprising for there was no joy in it.

I have gone through many weird speculations and theories in life, dismissing them afterwards for there was no evidence. I wish I could do that right now but the proof that my theory was true was everywhere. I could not dismiss facts that stared right at my face.

My eyes darted around the area — my little notebook of questions glowed gold under all my files, people were smears of grey — before speeding off to the nearest restroom.

I threw up. Someone had definitely stuffed a hornet's hive into my little brain. The stench of my gut juices and broken up food was overwhelming, but not enough to make the blue go away. I flushed it all down the toilet before heaving large gulps of air. It was partly the headache and partly the revelation.

Someone came closer to my open cubicle and I screamed, "Don't come closer! No you can't shoot me in the back. What did I do?"

"Hello? Are you okay?" Alex's voice came drifting in from outside the restroom. Her slightly blue figure came closer. A possible ally? That was what Shay's blue coloured people were.

I closed my eyes and continued my efforts to breathe while still leaning onto the closer thing to a wall. "Oh. My. Goddess. What happened? Are you okay?"

I waves my hand to dismiss her, "I'm fine, it's just a little headache."

"It doesn't seem little to me. You were screaming. You're trying so hard to breathe-"

"That's because I vomited. I'm okay, you don't have to worry about me."

"You threw up! That's more than a little headache," I had a feeling that Alex was definitely done with me. "You are one of the people who uses the Animus the most at this moment. Do you think I don't know about the Bleeding Effect? What were you screaming about just now, who would shoot you in Abstergo? There are cameras everywhere"

"I'm alright, there's no need to panic."

She ignored my gesture and continued, "Quickly and carefully, touch the fire. What were they trying to do, kill their employees who think the fire is a hallucination? Come, let's get you out to one of the couches to rest. I don't know what I would do if you weren't there to guide me on my first days."

I gladly took the chance to lean on her then gradually opened my eyes. The throbbing was getting worse and the blue didn't go away.

Just as I was being lowered onto the couch, I swore I had seen Berg walk past my right peripheral, with an angry red aura on him. Then the blue faded — and thank whosoever — as did the migraine.

I couldn't hell myself but marvel at red on Berg, "What in the world..."

"Are you seeing ghosts?" Could it only be yesterday that I had joked about hallucinating and having psychic powers?

"No." Could it only be a few hours ago — before I went through the audio files — that I thought Otso Berg was an ally? Someone that kept me safe? Some group of people what would not take the first chance they got to shoot me once I'm not of use anymore?

Berg was the kind of person that hurt others. Berg was also a Templar. How easy is that to wrap around you head? Simple? I'm afraid not. Only the Assassins were mindless people who went killing at their Mentor's orders. Templars meanwhile... they were more of diplomats, really. Haytham also killed his enemies after interrogating them for information. But it's just not the same. Where was I ever a threat to them?

How did it change? How did it become that Templars were now the ones who were kind of 'bloodthirsty'? Why were they so different from the ones in the Seven Years' War? Time can indeed change culture and society. And there I always thought that the Templars and Assassins go so far back as to have never changed. Now, I can't put Berg into the same group as Shay, Haytham and company. I will just have to make deal with 17th Century Templars and Modern Mean Templars in my head.

Alex brought me back to reality with a good-natured shake of her head, "Still disappointed I'm not going to be introduced to one anytime soon." I chuckled. "How's your head?"

"Much better. Thank you."

"See, you needed my help after all."

"Are you taking the chance just to rub it in?"

"Why not?"

I rolled my eyes and groaned, "I hate you."

"Love you too."

Berg was a Templar, the kind that wanted to cause harm. The fact was confirmed with all the previous mentions of targeting Assassins and wiping them out, then the bright red aura in my newfound bleeding-effect-caused Eagle Vision. By looking at the company he kept around the building, Violet and Ms. Lemay, I was almost sure they were Templars as well.

I had that speculation for the longest time, lots of my theories have always been, but never really thought more about it. Lots of my theories were lost that way. That's why I have a notebook with me — and I still think I have lost more than two-quarters of my philosophies, another one-quarter. I have a theory, doesn't mean I can believe it easily.

But the point is, I trusted them. People would ask, "How could you have trusted people that would just use you, then shoot you in the back while you're unaware?"

A/N I'm sorry if this kept going in circles or was very confusing... I even managed to confuse myself over the days I have worked on this chapter-
If it feels a little too rushed, I apologise as well.
Happy reading 🙃