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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:22 pm
Shiz will be added here but no posting unless you have something interesting to say. This is mostly stuff I have no where to put or have put here because I was posing for gold with out wanting to make a new subforum.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:25 pm
(((((((((((((((((Eh... this one still needs a lot of work but it's something I'm changing and constantly messing around with to try and make more coherent. It is unfinished at the moment until I'm able to feel out Shinmei's character's personality. And for that he has to post in the rp.)))))))))))))))))))
What if the gods that every religion idolized and worshiped were false? What if we were created by beings not of this world and made into what we are today, Those Who Came Before? What if mankind rebelled against these creators and started a war that would bring about the near extinction of both sides? Answers only bring more questions, more mysteries for the world to fathom as a whole. However, not many people know what is really going on behind closed doors of the many churches and temples based around the world. Did you know that Thomas Edison was a Templar? That the largest company in the known world Abstergo is a front for the Templars? No? I didn’t either until I learned the truth. I learned to see beyond what is there in the world and to grasp at the fading hope of a free world.
Nothing is true, Everything is permitted.
I am an assassin.
Albireo Grayson was not your ordinary man; he was slightly more paranoid than the average person. He did not know it yet but he had been on the run for the past twenty-four years of his twenty-seven years on the planet known as Earth. He remembered very little of his childhood years before the age of four. And even less of his parents, his biological ones at least. All he remembered of them was that they always smelt of blood and metals. He had no knowledge of the extensive training that was to begin when he was to turn five. All he knew was his name and that he was three years old.
If he had remembered, it would have been a tragic scene to say the least. What seemed to be an ordinary car ride on what was a nearly empty highway two adults sat in the front seat of the car, they were tense and the young woman had tears silently falling from her face. One hand on her swollen belly and her eyes on the child in the backseat sleeping with a stuffed animal clutched in his hands.
“We can’t keep running Mirabelle; they’ll catch up to us sooner or later. We already know they are tailing us and we can’t lose them. We’ll never make it to the others before they catch us and kill us. We can’t bargain on them losing track of us. And what about Albireo? Do we want him to be used in whatever sick plans they have for people like us? You know he’s picked up the vision, you’ve seen him staring off into space.” The man spoke in nearly a whisper in order to keep his voice calm and not wake the person they were in fact speaking about. “They’ve got us on file thanks to that b*****d rat Jericho. The elder should have let me kill him before he could get away. I knew there was something wrong with him when I saw him the first time. He was never doing what he should have done and we know why now. He was feeding our information to Abstergo!”
“I know believe me I know. But what can we do? They’ve found us and we can’t return home. We have no choice. I know it seems wrong but Albireo is strong enough and hopefully someone will pass by and see him. I don’t see our tail at the moment so pull over please Lanius.”
The man pulled to the side of the road while watching for cars that might be stopping in the same area as them. “Mira, what are you doing?” He spoke softly as he watched his wife unlatch their son’s car seat. He climbed out of the car as she put the seat on the road and kissed the young boy’s forehead. “Io ti amerò per sempre il mio bel bambino. Mamma sarà sempre qui nel tuo cuore.”(I will always love you my beautiful baby. Momma will always be here in your heart.) She tucked the young boy’s blanket around his body to keep him warm in the cold morning air. Lanius knelt next to his son and ran his thumb over the boy’s forehead. “Crescere per essere forte e mi rendono orgoglioso.” (Grow to be strong and make me proud.) Before he stood up again he placed a silver necklace around the young boy’s neck. It was something his father had given him that came from his father and so on. It was a familiar symbol to most assassins in the world but to Albireo it would be unfamiliar, just a link to a family he would never remember.
“Come on we’ve got to hurry, they weren’t that far behind me last I checked. Mira, let’s go!” The two returned to the car after making sure their son’s car seat wouldn’t suddenly roll into the road. With sad eyes they watched in their rear view mirror as the seat holding their son became smaller and smaller as they drove farther away.
Albireo would not learn for many years what happened to his parents and the sibling he should have had. He remembered very little of that day other than waking up in a car with two people who were not his parents. He grew to love the two as his own parents and lived with them for many years before leaving college. He had no idea what the childless couple did and the many laws they broke to keep the young child in their own care. They had seen something different about this young man and didn’t want to give it to anyone else. The Grayson’s had gone above and beyond what other people would have done if they had found a three year old child on the side of the road. They raised him and loved him as they would a biological child. And he return loved them as only he could.
In his twenty-sixth year of life everything Albireo knew to be true had been shattered by a mysterious entity on the web known to him only as “The Seeker of the Truth” who encouraged the man to research his history and even helped the man along with pictures, locations and fragments of memories locked deep within Albireo’s own mind. He at first didn’t know how to take all of this information in and had begun to doubt The Seeker’s words, but little by little the truth was indeed being revealed to him. He learned that he was never registered as being born in 1983, due to his parent’s involvement in what they did. With this information he realized that he had been living on borrowed time and should have been dead at three years old all because some people on the planet saw him as a possible threat.
It was then that he learned about Abstergo from The Seeker. He learned that it was no ordinary company and that they controlled a bulk of the world’s resources and inventions. The Seeker gave him the information he needed to continue to avoid Abstergo for the next year and a half. He had been to college, M.I.T, where he earned his degree in the science field. And he made use of one of The Seeker’s messages one night to develop something that the Abstergo scientists would have loved to get their hands on. He had been sent data of a machine called an ‘Animus’ and in attempts to build his own succeeded.
It is this device that is secured in a backpack currently on the young man as he runs his way through a crowded Paris street. He had come to the city on suggestion by The Seeker. But Paris was not his final destination; his destination was not too far off of that of other assassins.
He knew now he was born to be an assassin, his parents were assassins and his ancestors assassins.
He was tired, he was wounded and surprised that he was even let on the plane in the condition that he was. He had changed from his bloody clothes but they were again returning to that metallic scented state. He had been shot and taken care of in some backwater burb in the Americas. He had spent the last six months in residence with a small group of assassins who were researching critical items Abstergo wanted to get their hands on. “Pieces of Eden” is what the assassins called them. Artifacts through out history that either could break the world and man or help it. Albireo was a newcomer to it all, since the assassins had been dong this work for an incredibly long time now, before even his great, great something grandfather had been born.
But two nights ago, two nights ago had changed everything. Abstergo found them, and then all hell broke loose. Albireo was caught in the cross fire between agent and assassin and while was no slouch in the fighting department he had been injured. A bullet had ripped through his stomach, and he had been told by the man that patched him up he had been lucky that no organs had been hit. He had had little sleep since then becoming paranoid they were going to find him thanks to the blood trail he had left escaping the compound.
He was right; they did find him and tailed him to the airport and onto his plane. After all Abstergo controlled a great many companies, it would be peanuts for them to switch things around and get some of their own agents on the flight. They wanted all the assassins they could get their hands on, especially after the failure of losing both Subjects 16 and 17. And Albireo did not want to be a number in a book to be killed when they were done using him. He had his own agenda and thanks to The Seeker, he now had a weapon of his own in the fight against the Templar. One that he planned to keep hidden for a while longer.
On the brief flight between Paris, France and Venice, Italy Albireo got very little sleep, no more than ten minutes or so before he sat up and remarked on the lights from the night sky. He rushed to make sure that his backpack was still on his lap and that it had not been opened or touched. Paranoia was his new lot in life and he wanted to stay alive and there was no way in hell he wanted his new system to fall into their hands. Thinking of them mass producing the system and handing it out to every agent on the field had him shuddering. The last thing he wanted was to make the company more powerful than it actually was.
Grabbing his bag he waited until there was nearly no one left on the plane. He knew there were agents, The Seeker had told him that much in his last email, and while Albireo trusted the mysterious informant he wondered how much trust he should actually put in the person he had never met. But so far the informant had helped keep the man alive. And it was enough for him to keep trusting him. His cell phone trilled with a new message and he made a point to look at the phone and smile as though it was a message from a loved one.
You are not alone. There are three agents on the plane and another ten in the airport itself, be careful. ~TS
He smiled again and placed the phone back in his pocket and he exited the craft. Seeker was right so far, there were three other people off the plane after him and they weren’t employees. “Hmm, I wonder just how far they will try to follow me.” He stepped into the main airport itself and watched as the three behind him slunk off to the baggage claim as though they needed to be there. He didn’t, he had only one bag and it was with him the whole time. Albireo kept on the lookout for the other ten mentioned by Seeker and spotted a few of them wandering over to the three that had been on the plane with him. He smirked slightly and let the chase begin. He stepped into the bathroom and they shifted position. He walked into the food court and they were in line behind him. Walking in one larger circle he managed to pinpoint all thirteen of them watching and waiting for him to slip up.
So he waited like he knew they were doing to him. He knew that out in the open like this they wouldn’t be able to do much to him and they couldn’t take him with out witnesses. So he sat waiting and reading a newspaper. Finally his way out appeared, he knew there was a reason he took a seat at the food court of all things. Americans were fat asses and they liked to eat, and so when a large group of them passed by the young man he took the opportunity to slip into the group and blend in. After all he was American just like them and he could blend quite well. He managed to duck behind a rather large man named Alfred who seemed to be sucking down a soda like it was the end of the world. Once outside with the large tourist group he disappeared into the shadows of the night, even Abstergo unable to follow him.
And so this is where the man’s story begins and how he picked up an unlikely companion to travel with him.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:30 pm
(((((A slightly AUish Bioshock fic. Set 40 or so years after the end of the second one. Something to mess around with since the lore of Bioshock is expansive yet limited. Unfinished of course WIP))))
*click, click, click*
The sound of a keyboard clicking was the only sound in the room. The room was remarkably dark and there was a single person sitting in front of a laptop working out coordinates. He seemed frustrated and would constantly look to a book placed at his side. It was warn and looked as though it had seen many years of use.
With a sigh the young man rolled away from the desk and rubbed at his eyes. He had been at it for so long already he was beginning to forget why he decided to turn on his computer today. It wasn’t like he was going to find what he needed to know. After all he only had a journal to go on and he wished he had been able to visit his grandfather to get more of the information even though he knew the older man didn’t like talking about his experiences. Sadly the man had passed away a year before and left behind a journal.
Shaking his head and giving up for the day, the young man stood from the desk and walked away from the computer. It stayed on but he paid it no mind. He was done, he didn’t want to think of it right now and so he sought comfort from the only person he knew could help him.
“Catharine? Cat? Are you home yet?” With no response the man slumped over on the couch and stared at the wall. Hundreds of pictures lined the walls of the apartment living room and some of them more faded then the rest. One in particular always caught his eye. It was of his grandfather surrounded by five little girls no older than 13. They were all smiling as they looked into the camera standing on the beach. He remembered the story attached to that picture and he himself had a smile on his face. One of those little girls grew up to be his mother.
He missed his mother greatly and had to keep a tear from slipping down his cheek. She had just passed away nearly two months ago of what was supposed to be a routine operation. “Mama Masha.” He said soft enough for himself to hear. The doctors could never explain to him why something so simple ended up killing his mother but he got over their words. He knew she would still be in his memories. And he did still have four aunts, and a loving girlfriend to watch over him.
Hearing the sound of keys the lock the man righted himself on the couch and stared over at the door to see who was coming in, it would possibly be one of his aunts, or maybe Catharine back from visiting her mother. His ears perked when he heard a musical laugh from the other side of the door. It was Catharine and he was happy. He leaped from the couch and opened the door quickly nearly knocking the woman over and into his arms.
“Cat! I missed you!”
She gave that same musical laugh of hers and with a quick peck on the cheek was inside their small apartment. “I’m so sorry darling, you know mother she always has to have a gossip fest. But I do have wonderful news; she gave me her diary that she kept after coming home from you know where. There are maps and drawings and she said to give it to you.”
He gave her a smile and led her over to their couch. “That doesn’t matter right now. I just want to be with you.” Once they were both seated he pulled her into his arms and just sat there taking her warmth in. “Mathias called, he reluctantly told me he wanted to talk to you, but I told you were away and gave him your cell number. I don’t think he really likes me. After all, you two were dating and I guess he thinks I stole you away.”
“Oh my poor Yuri, he can think that all he wants but remember you and I met when he and I had already broken up.” She gave him a soft kiss to the lips then pat him on the shoulder. “So then my dear man, what do you want for dinner, I’m sure you’re tired of frozen meals and pizza?”
“Why don’t we go out to eat to celebrate your return? I haven’t seen you for two weeks now and I missed you. What better way to welcome you home hmm.” Yuri stood and followed her as she made her way to their small kitchen. He wanted to see the diary but thought better of spoiling the mood they had going. After all there was another day. Seeing the fridge mostly empty Catharine laughed again. “Oh ho ho mister. I know why you wanted to go out. You didn’t do any shopping did you? Alright we’ll go out.”
Yuri rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “You know me. I got caught up in granddad’s journal again. Cat….. What if it’s still there? I mean sure it’s been 40 years and everything but what if it’s still there waiting. I want to go there. Mom…. She was born there. There’s just something, calling to me. I want to go there so badly.”
“I doubt it even is livable anymore Yuri, mother said that it was pretty damaged even when she was there. And without new ones then there would be big problems fixing it. Plus Yuri hun, we don’t have the money for such a thing; we can barely pay these bills on our own with me not working. And since the university cut back your hours we just can’t really. Honestly we shouldn’t even be going to dinner.”
“You’re right. What about Mathias, he did offer to pay some of any expedition we went on. I don’t know. I just want to go there but I guess I’ll just live through grandfather’s journals and now your mother’s diary. After all as long as I have you I won’t need to.” Yuri spoke as he looked through the fridge. “You rest, I’ll go shopping, leave it all to me. I’ll make you something nice for dinner.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then was out the front door. They didn’t have a car though he always wanted to get one.
As soon as she saw Yuri leave the building Catharine headed for the phone. She knew the number she needed to dial and she hoped she wouldn’t have to do any favors. “Mathias… Hi. It’s me Catharine. Remember when you said you would help if I needed it. Anything I needed? I was wondering if you could give me some help with that little matter I told you about when we were dating.” She gave a few ‘yes’ answers before smiling softly. “Thank you Mathias, if Yuri calls to ask what I just did make it think it was his idea. I’ll pay you back I promise.”
When that was finished she went about unpacking her bags and placing the diary in Yuri’s room where he would be able to find it. Her mother was very detailed in her writings about the place she didn’t wish to name but Yuri would be able to decode everything. With that done she settled down on her bed and quickly fell asleep.
When she awoke it was to Yuri’s soft voice calling to her as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry for waking you; did you have a nice nap? I have some really good news. I called Mathias… even though I know I shouldn’t have and I asked if he could help me with my research and he said he would. In two days we’re heading out on a boat to finally see it. I can’t believe it! I thought he hated me.” Yuri hugged her quickly before setting off to the kitchen. She could hear pans clanking around in the next room and she sighed laying back. Poor Yuri, if he ever found out, it would probably kill him.
She once again drifted off to sleep as wonderful smells filled the house. She was keeping more than one secret from Yuri and she never wanted to keep them from him, she just knew the time wasn’t right for him to know yet. Not with their money problems. Hopefully with the upcoming explorations they would make enough so she could finally tell him.
Meanwhile in an office across the country a man sat in a chair looking into a fish tank. He had just gotten two phone calls in the span of a few hours, one from someone he loved and the other from a man he hated with all his being. However to get back into his love’s good graces he submitted to what was asked to him.
He read Yuri’s work his fanatical writings of someplace called Rapture. The journal entries that said the man’s mother had been born there. And that all of Yuri’s aunts hailed from there as well. Mathias was ready to pass it off as fanciful thinking but there were things about the writings that intrigued him, such as the objects named Plasmids. If he could find the workings of them he could bring them and make bank off of them. He’ll just have to sneak any information past the scientist and hope that he doesn’t get caught. His brother sat in an office nearby attempting to hack into the computers owned by Yuri and Catharine but was so far having no such luck. If he knew Yuri; the man would have protected his computers carefully and would make sure to keep no vital information on his systems. Even if he did break in he was sure Yuri most likely kept it on a jump drive or something else.
Alexi motioned that he had had no success with hacking into the computer and started working on other things. Unlike his brother Alexi was a long time friend of Yuri’s and he felt odd trying to get into the man’s computers. He knew why his brother hated the man but that did not mean that he had to hate him for the same reasons. After all Mathias and Catharine had broken up with valid reasons. One that Alexi had to agree with. Mathias only thought of nothing but money and beautiful things. And so Alexi thought his brother only saw Catharine as an object.
He shut down his computer and scratched his head. It was impossible to get into the other man’s computer and he didn’t even want to bother trying any more. After all they were going to head down there anyway to see what the hell was really going on with these diaries and journals left behind.
Catharine had awoken again, although this time by herself, the smells of good food were still in the air along with a small hint of something burnt. She wondered, with a smile, if Yuri had let something burn again as his mind went on a little field trip. She loved the man dearly, their bond strengthened even more with their little secrets but some times she thought he was a scatterbrained fool who might possibly burn their apartment down.
When she left her room she stepped out to the kitchen table to see Yuri asleep slumped over the table in front of him. Candles were waiting for to be lit and the food sat in a warmer plate but the poor man was asleep. She knew what he was like with out her here. He would stay awake all night with a fear of being alone. As well as the fears of drowning and bodies. Her mother thought it was possibly a side effect of what Yuri’s mother used to be long before his birth. After all, his mother was nearly 50 when she birthed him.
She gently tapped the man on the shoulder and smiled at him when his eyes opened slowly. “You should get some sleep; we’ll eat then nap alright hun.” Yuri nodded slowly and sat up in his chair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night. The power was out most of the night and with nothing to do I went wandering, I think I ended up at an aquarium near by. It was oddly soothing.” He always had a love/ hate relationship with water. As long as he was enclosed in something he had no problem with it, but ask him to step into the ocean and he would start to hyperventilate. It was a strange fear but she hoped he would get over it one day.
Especially if they were going to take the trip down to Rapture, hopefully the place was still there however or else this whole trip was going to be for nothing and she would be in debt to Mathias with nothing to show for it. And that was something she didn’t want, she disliked that man now and really wanted nothing more to do with him. She was lost in thought while Yuri was setting the rest of the things up and snapped out of it when he poured her some wine. “Oh, I’ll just take juice this time; you know how I get with wine.” There was another reason she didn’t want to drink. One she wasn’t ready to explain yet.
Yuri chuckled and took the glasses back settling on fruit juice for the two of them. “So how are your mother and grandmother? I haven’t been able to talk to them in a while now. I’m not sure your grand mother likes me though, she always gives me that weird look.”
Catharine nodded with Yuri’s words. Her grandmother didn’t like him one bit. Perhaps it was due to his last name. She said that she passionately loathed anyone with the last name Ryan. “Oh don’t worry about her; she doesn’t have any control over me like she did with my mother. After all my grandmother is very old so she won’t be around any longer. And besides my mother is practically in love with you, she tells me that if she were only a few years younger she would date you.”
Yuri laughed which turned into a yawn. “Mathias wants us to leave for Rapture in two days time. I’ve never heard him so civil to me and I was shocked. I honestly was shocked; I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” He quickly climbed out of his chair and knelt in front of Catharine. “I know we don’t have a lot of money. And I can’t get you a huge diamond or the stars, but I…… Catharine…. Will you…. Will you marry me?” He retrieved a small box from his pocket and opened it for her. Inside was a beautiful ring. “It was my mother’s and I want you to have it.”
She looked down at him with tears in her eyes and brushed the curly bangs from his face. “Of course I will Yuri Ryan. I love you.” He quickly slipped the ring on her finger then pulled her in for a hug. “I love you so much. No matter what happened between us I love you and I always will.” They finished the rest of their meal chatting away happily and moved on to the couch. There they would both fall asleep nestled together to stay warm in the barely heated apartment.
Yuri’s time asleep didn’t last when the dreams started. They started out as they always did a banging noise and someone or something grunting. Then climbing out of a tube into waiting arms. He was himself only younger as he had seen in a water pool in one of the last dreams. Carried in the strong arms then placed on shoulders too blurry to make out he wandered the halls of Rapture looking for something. And just when he was close to finding it he would wake up. And usually when he woke up he would scream. He hoped not to do that tonight; it was never a pleasant way to wake up.
This dream was different however. There was a man with him this time leading him by the hand. One he recognized, it was his grandfather, a younger looking version but the man none the less. And so his grandfather lead the young man to one of those vents he had climbed out of and with a touch of his hand felt this weight inside of him disappear. However the dream would come to an end as he awoke panting hard and covered in sweat.
He could hear Catharine in the bathroom and so he stood on shaky legs and made it to his own room. He collapsed onto his bed and wrote everything about the dream down in his own journal. Once finished he changed into dry clothes and sat with his head in his hands. “A different dream this time. But still as mysterious.” When he heard her leave the bathroom, he put on a fake smile and headed back out into the living room.
“I was wondering where you went.” Catherine said as he returned to the room. When she did get a look at his face she knew the reason. “Another dream? The same one?” He shook his head quickly, barely a movement from him. “No it was different. I was a kid this time but I wasn’t a little sister, I was just me as a child again. And it was grandfather leading me to the vent this time not what ever usually does. Cat, the dreams, they’ve been getting stronger ever since my mother died. She wrote that she was afraid something was going to pass down to me even though she was no longer one of the tainted little sisters. But what if something did Cat? What if when I go down to Rapture I start getting urges to do things that are not myself, if I start hurting people. Like killing or trying to harvest like in some of the dreams. Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t go down there at all. I could put everyone at risk.”
She scooted closer to Yuri and wrapped her arms around him. “You remember who my mother is right? My mother was never cured of the will to harvest like your mother and the rest of Jack’s girls were. If anything were to happen like that it would probably be the both of us with that problem. But Yuri, you never know until you try. You’ve wanted to go there for a long time now. Don’t hold back because of your fear, it’s been too long since anyone was there and Rapture can’t last forever. We need to see it before it is gone.”
“Yeah I know. Thank you.” He said before he turned his head to her and kissed her softly on the lips. She reciprocated the kiss and held him tightly. They both feared what was going to happen when they went down to the long forgotten city. And he was praying to every deity he knew that Rapture was still there.
With a full night’s rest behind him Yuri woke the next day happier than he had ever been, he was counting down the hours before he got to go to Rapture. But first he wanted to invite someone to go with them. And so he logged into his laptop and purchased a plane ticket for one of his friends. He then logged into one of his favorite websites and was greeted by said friend. “Aki, I’ve sent you a first class ticket. I want you to come with us. I got funding to go to Rapture.” He knew the young man was going to be thrilled and he posted a few other things in different places before his friend answered him back.
“Wait, really? Rapture? Dude ******** awesome. I’m so there.” Akira’s reply was one he totally expected. They exchanged banter for an hour before they both parted to prepare for their trip. He would need Akira’s talents with computers while he was down in the deep. Checking his email he found he had a mysterious message from an address named ‘Protectthelittleones@********.com’ He was going to delete it thinking it was spam but he wondered about it really. When he opened it up it contained maps and floor plans of locations in the underwater city. He saved them to his hard drive and then sent back a message.
“Who are you? How did you get these. This is Rapture right?” He checked most of the night but the person never responded back. It semi frustrated him but he was going to use the information given to him.
The next day passed quickly for Yuri and Catharine as they scrambled to get everything they needed to Mathias’ labs. Yuri was afraid of what was going to happen if they went all the way down there and the city no longer existed. A waste of millions of dollars made him wonder if he should have asked to test the location with a sub drone or some other kind of robot diver. But there was no time for that now, he was aboard the ship to Rapture’s lighthouse entrance location and trying not to freak out from all the water around him. He met Akira on the ship and with a few greets learned the young Japanese teen was going to his cabin to get some sleep, completely jet lagged. He smiled and let him go off to his room.
He felt something tap on his shoulder and he spared a smile for his fiancée as she came up to the railing next to him. Mathias’ ship was large and grand but it was bustling with the energy of a research ship as it was now becoming. “How are you doing Yuri? I’m sure the water is making you a little nervous hmm.” He smiled again and gave her a little nod. “Yeah it’s a bit too much for me but I know that if I stick to it everything is going to pan out for me and I’ll get the treasure at the end of this ride by seeing Rapture with my own eyes. Instead of a dream, I’ll be the one setting foot there.” He wrapped a hand around her and leaned in for a kiss. “We’ll be going to Rapture, together.”
Up in the bridge Mathias watched the two exchange words on the deck and scowled. He was only doing this to profit on what ever else may be down there besides some rusted scrap if he went by any time limits told to him by Yuri. He hated seen that man there with her touching and kissing as if they didn’t have a care in the world. He hated seeing the man altogether and wished that he would just die on the spot. He growled as he watched them disappear from sight. From the corner of his eye he could see his brother watching him carefully.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:34 pm
((( An incredibly poorly written start of a fic from 2001, for a high school creative writing class. Got an A but.. wow.... so lame)))
“It’s over, it’s all over.”
During much of the celebrations going on across the world and space there was one person who was not celebrating at all. Even though he was being touted as a war hero he didn’t think he deserved any of it. He retreated to his quarters on the Earth Federation ship Gundailion and tossed himself into his bunk. He had grown tired of everything. The fighting, the death, destruction. It all started to get to the slight man and so he wished nothing more that to sleep, possibly forever if they would let him.
He knew that somewhere on the ship the three remaining members of his once twenty-five member crew were somewhere celebrating. He couldn’t blame them for being happy after all they had just stopped a three year long war that took its toll on everyone. The young man sighed and stood from his bed. He knew what he had to do. He needed to end it completely. Eliminate himself from the world so he wouldn’t be used as a weapon any longer.
Stepping to his private bathroom he looked through the medicine cabinet hoping that the bottle of pills he had stored was still there. A grim smile decorated his face when he did indeed find the half empty bottle. Carrying it with him back to his bed, he flipped a switch turning on some classical music before pouring the remaining pills into the palm of his hand.
“I’m sorry lord, please forgive me. I just can’t go on. I can’t live in a world like this.”
He shoved the palm full into his mouth and swallowed them the best that he could. He sat motionless for a few minutes before they started to take effect. He swayed slightly on his bed before collapsing backwards onto it and closing his eyes. He had a small smile on his face as he drifted away.
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Three days later
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Commanding officer of the Battleship Gundailion sat in the medical ward of his once lovely ship. He sat pondering the actions of one of his war heroes. He wondered what would bring the young man to attempt to kill himself as he did and he was lucky to have been found within a safe time limit. General Avalon stood from his chair and looked at the world around him. He had been through all three years plus more of the wars and it had started to take the shine and luster off of everything around him. He sighed and pat the hand of the young pilot before stepping away and leaving the area.
He knew exactly why the young man attempted to kill himself. Avalon was guilty of having attempted that as well in his youth. He stopped one of the nurses who had been watching him and the young man. “Inform me if and when Lieutenant Maxwell wakes up. If he does I want to be the first one called. I will be in my quarters.” She saluted him as he turned and walked from the medical ward. He had to speak to the rest of the young man’s crew.
Yuichi Fujishima was one such member of the crew. He was co-leader of the mobile armor squad along with the man who attempted to kill himself. And so he was currently cleaning out his locker, since he was positive he wasn’t going to need it any longer. He had no reason to fight in a war any longer now that his brother had been avenged.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:43 am
(((Assassin's part 2))
Albireo was tired, worn out and sore. He just needed a place to sleep, possibly for a week if current events would let him. He had had no more than an hour of sleep since escaping Abstergo capture in the airport. And since then he had been on his feet mindful of things around him. He had purchased a hooded jacket to deal with the rain that seemed to be persistent even here in Venice as well as some gloves to warm his hands from the ever pressing cold. He wouldn’t care so much about the cold if it wasn’t for the fact that it made him tired and sluggish. Not helping matters was that he hadn’t eaten since before leaving Paris. He remembered his last meal being some time back in America with the other assassins. So that meant he hadn’t had a meal in more than three days. He sighed and attempted to search the streets for something that might be open late night and catering to tourists. Maybe some coffee and a scone or something. Any thing to keep his body going with little sleep or energy.
In the end he found nothing open at the godforsaken hour that he was still up. He had hoped that some people in Venice were early risers but he was probably sure that 3 am was too early for some. And instead hid out in a small but clean hotel. He was able to call out for food in the hotel provided he only paid with cash because he knew that Abstergo would have his parents credit card monitored. It’s not like he would use it anyway. He had not told them where he was going and they assumed he was going to take another one of his worldly travels like he usually did this same time of year. Even so he knew they were in danger just for harboring him for so many years like they had been. Had his adopted parents known what was in store for him when he was older he was sure they would have locked him in the basement to protect him.
As he leaned back to grab the bottled water that had been brought up with his meal he felt the familiar weight of a silver pendant shift lightly against his chest. He hadn’t known it the many years he wore it from childhood but it was the known symbol of the assassin’s guild. Something he was now a member of though he needed to meet more of them soon. He had information to give them about the American members and their mole in the group. He didn’t want what happened to him to happen to any others if he could avoid it. And he needed a safe place to hide, if he did indeed find other assassins they would be able to lead him to a safe house or a group home that he could be protected in.
He groaned with the pleasure of a full belly and climbed from the bed. He needed to check his wounds to make sure they were healing. He was sure he didn’t want to go to the hospital in an Abstergo heavy area and have them find him there. Rubbing at one of his sore shoulders he clicked the light on and looked himself in the mirror. His dirty blond/brown hair had lightened during his time with the American assassins and his time spent in the sun and his green eyes were ringed with the tell tale signs of no sleep. He gently removed the bandages flinching when they stuck to his skin slightly. What he wouldn’t give for a nice cold beer to drown out the pain of it. Looking in the mirror he was able to see that the stitches had held nicely and that the wound wasn’t pussing or oozing anything, which of course was a good sign. Digging through the bag he had set on the counter when he arrived he retrieved the new bandages and set about wrapping it up once again. He was lucky it hadn’t been a through and through because he had no one here to help him with the back.
Wound checked and stomach full he lay back down on the bed after clearing it of the leftover food and rested his head against the mound of pillows. He switched the television on and attempted to find a channel in English. He did find one though it was playing British comedies. The one he was watching seemed to be about two women who never seemed to stay sober for an episode. It was funny but it was unable to keep him awake and he drifted off to sleep as the show continued on. It would be amusing to outsiders, the show and his situation seemed similar to his current life, as the world stopped for no one. Not even a rookie assassin who had been a computer nerd most of his life.
Albireo did not get much sleep, he had not been a heavy sleeper for the past few months and so he was up again after just four hours of sleep. He sighed and scrubbed at his face with his free hand using the other to sit up. Well at least it was now actual morning with the sun rising and people out on the streets if the sounds of cars was any indication of that. He yawned and tossed himself carefully back down on the bed. He didn’t want to get up today and would have preferred to stay in bed, but he was a wanted man to some. He was going to need to scope out the streets of Venice and see if he could find any of the contacts that The Seeker had told him about. He again had a moment of wonder to why he confided in The Seeker so much. He barely knew anything about the man and yet he was trusting of him so willingly. There was just something comforting about the person even though he was just text on the screen. Something about him that made Albireo want to trust him completely.
He debated jumping into the Animus for a few hours but he really needed to explore the city and find all the escape routes and the ins and outs of buildings. Though he was sure that climbing up a building in this day and age would be frowned on and he would probably be arrested. And then he would give him self enough rope to be hung with. He was sure Abstergo would just be giddy with glee once they found the police report for a man having been arrested scaling buildings. Albireo was sure that would tip them off to an assassin in the area since they were probably still looking for him where ever they could. Groaning he finally made the decision to get his lazy a** out of bed. He rubbed his head then lifted himself out of bed. He shivered as he popped his spine then headed for the bathroom. He had no plans to smell like a pig as he walked the city though he would stand out anyway. He did know some Italian. He had been learning through the Animus and the bleeding effect.
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