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THIS STORY RATED M FOR ONLY A FEW CHAPTERS WHICH ARE CLEARLY LABELED IN CHAPTER TITLE. OTHERWISE, THIS STORY IS PG-13. AN ASSASSIN'S CREED FANFICTION. POSTED ON AO3 UNDER SAME USERNAME (EVENTUALLY).
"So, do I get a chance to call my lawyer or are you too eager to stick bamboo under my fingernails?" Violet da Costa sighed in annoyance, mouth set as if she'd bitten into a persimmon.
"Must you?" I smiled, my fractured jaw burning painfully.
"I'm channeling the sass of a long-lost cousin." Somewhere in the afterlife, Clay was laughing himself into a second death. Violet shoved a blade against my carotid artery. She curled her bottom lip slightly as she bit it. I'd made her bleed. ...By being annoying. But I'd take a win when I could.
"I'm going to ask you again. Where. Are. The others."
"Dunno. But hopefully somewhere even I can't track them." I stared into her. Through her. Violet took a step back. Apparently, she didn't like the possibility of my seeing into her very soul. I couldn't, obviously. But I'd gotten a reputation. A good one.
"I don't-" she muttered something to herself, too low for me to catch. "Who ARE you?" It was my turn to be surprised.
"Really?" I laughed. "They didn't even give you a name?" She shook her head. "Then I'll tell you." Violet leaned in slightly in anticipation.
I reared up, the ropes snapping where I'd worn them against the edge of the chair. My forehead connected with her nose and she was suddenly on the floor. I wiped the blood off my face and took a glance about the dusty warehouse, thankful that no one had registered that something was wrong quite just yet.
"I'm Desmond Miles."
