Desmond's POV
"I know the best place to eat," Connor says as we reach the village. I nod and continue following Connor, but I can't help but feel like someone is watching me.
"You alright, Desmond? You aren't usually this quiet..." Connor asks.
"I'm fine," I mutter.
My suspicions are confirmed when I see two men watching me from beside a building. I choose to ignore them, but I walk slightly closer to Connor.
As we turn a corner, I feel a hand cover my mouth and then a splitting pain in my head as everything goes black.
Connor's POV
I hear a shuffling noise behind me and I spin around only to see a foot disappearing around the side of a building.
And Desmond is gone.
"I had one job!" I mutter angrily to myself. I start running after the mysterious person, but they're nowhere to be seen.
"How did I manage to lose someone that quickly!? I'm an assassin!" I mutter, silently cursing myself for being such an idiot. "None of the other assassins would have lost Desmond!"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, what's wrong?" asks a voice. I turn and see a small girl carrying a basket filled with clothing.
"Um, nothing. Have you seen an American guy getting "kidnapped?" I ask. The girl looks slightly confused before her eyes widen.
"I did see two men carrying an unconscious man with them. It looked to me as if they were going into the woods." She points towards the North, and I look in that direction.
"Thank you," I say.
"You're welcome Ratonhnhaké:ton!" she replies.
I take off into the North woods, my tomahawk tightly gripped in my hand.
I'm going to get Desmond back.
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Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time
FanfictionThe assassins have gone back to their time. Desmond Miles believes everything is over and that all will go back to normal. But when the Animus has a serious jinx for the second time, things are put in reverse.
