AC: Past Meets Present

Mercer pounded on the bathroom door.

"OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY!" He shouted violently.

Altair frowned, sitting in the chair reading a newspaper. He liked the funnies.

Alex growled and scratched at the door.

Apparently, Ezio was lactose-intolerant. "STOP!" Ezio cried. "I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS..."

"LAC- THE FRIGGIN'-TOSE INTOLERANT!" Alex screamed, drops of sweat poured. He couldn't take it anymore. His left arm transformed into his favorite weapon: The blade. Mercer grabbed the doorknob and, with his left arm, cut through the door. Ezio screamed, dropping the magazine he was reading. Alex grabbed Ezio by his neck and threw him across the room. Ezio skidded on his arm and laid still for a moment.

"You forgot these." Alex said, tossing Ezio's pants to him. The pants landed on Altair's instead. The assassin froze and slowly took the pants off his head. "Gross." He muttered, throwing them on Ezio's head.

"Please put them back on, noone wants to see a naked assassin."

"Maybe the girls do." Ezio muttered, putting them on. "But since we are locked in a sound-proof room....and no girls around, might as well." Alex walked out of the bathroom, sighing.

"Thank God..." Alex sighed, wiping his forehead. He walked over to Ezio and poked the Italian hard in the chest.

"NO. MORE. CHEESE." Alex was turning around, but doubled-taked and turned around once more. "Or milk, yogurt, or anything that has milk." Mercer walked away.

Altair looked at Ezio, who was rubbing his chest. "I think you two are going to be best buds." He said, straightening out the newspaper. Ezio frowned. "Really?" He said, turning his head to Altair's direction.

"No." Altair chuckled.

"Very funny...." Ezio muttered.

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Desmond scratched his head and looked at Alex, who was on the ceiling.

Upside down.

With no support but his own two legs.

"Hey," Desmond said, directly below Alex.

"What?" Alex said, looking at Desmond, arms folded.

"How are you doing that?"

"How am I doing what?" Alex said, growing a tad annoyed.

"Hanging upside down like that." Desmond looked at Ezio and Altair, who were taking a nap. Alex sighed and stood where he was.

"Blacklight." Alex murmured. Desmond frowned. He wondered what was Blacklight. As if reading his thoughts, Alex replied.

"It's a virus, you see..." He began to explain to Desmond what he really was. The Alex Mercer Desmond saw was not the real Alex Mercer. Instead, it was a virus that took the form of the deceased doctor, sort of like a physical avatar. Desmond sat down on the floor and listened intently. Mercer continued and with each passing moment, Desmond grew more and more intrigued.

"...And so that's it." Alex said, the swirling bands of red and black disappeared, letting gravity take control of Alex. He fell, but flipped upright in mid-air and landed feet first, his shoes making a heavy thudding noise. "So, those freaks over there..." Alex pointed to the slumbering assassins. "...What they said, is it true?" Desmond sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, they're from the ancient days. They're not supposed to be here..." It was Desmond's turn. He explained to Alex that Altair and Ezio were from two different time periods, one from the Third Crusade, and one from the Italian Renaissance. Desmond retold the two assassin's story in great detail, making sure that not one fact was left out, to prove to Mercer that the two were from way back when....

"So wait, how do you know all of this if you were born way ahead of their time?" Desmond grinned.

"Well, for on thing, I'm the current descendant of the two, and second, I periodically go into the machine called the Animus, which makes you relive all of the events in which your ancestors went through."

"Sorta like a videogame."

"But cooler." Desmond grinned. He turned around as Ezio sat up, yawning. The Italian waved at Desmond. "Afternoon." He said, getting up and sitting in between  Desmond and Alex. Mercer smiled and nodded solemnly at Ezio. "Afternoon." He said. Soon after, Altair woke up, standing up and walking to the fridge. He passed out a pack of ice cream bars to the trio. "Here," He said. "You guys must be hungry."

Ezio grinned and took one, unwrapping it and biting into it. "Chocolate ice cream, I wish they had this back in I-" Ezio frowned, swallowing the chocolate and stopping in mid sentence.

"Something wrong?" Alex said, putting his ice cream bar down on the floor. Ezio's lower lip quivered and looked at Altair. "This is ice cream, isn't it?" He said. Desmond stopped chewing and looked at Altair. A gurgling noise emitted from Ezio's stomach. He groaned.


"OH NO NOT AGAIN!"

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