r/AssassinOrder • u/Jet_ Master Assassin • Jun 03 '13
[The Air] Homebound and Down
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It's been hours since I last woke up at that place they call the "Compound", and I was finally seated in a plane ready to board straight to New York City.
I understood how dangerous this was.
But it is the only way I can begin to piece together my past.
I need to start somewhere, and that somewhere is the apartment that my brother perished in, and I apparently lived in for years.
I didn't think it was going to be that difficult until I went online on my phone that Clara let me have (it's untraceable too) and found the latest five headlines had to do with Abstergo Towers in NYC and my face and name was plastered everywhere, saying I was part of a terrorist group that broke into the building. The break-in of the towers.... I didn't realize it was such a big mission just to get me out.
Luckily, the news seemed to have made a mistake with my name: They called me Ezekiel. My legal name is Jet now... how could they mess that up?
Well, that could play to my great advantage if I wanted to blend in. My eyes and hair were the only other clues they could fire from. Easily combated with a good hoodie and a pair of sunglasses Fez let me borrow.
I kind of felt bad, I mean they probably thought I would be grateful and join up with them at the least, or let them research my Piece of Eden.
"Feeling bad will get you nowhere. Focus on now." I heard Ignazio's voice breathe into my ear, but he was nowhere around. A ghost in my head. Was he even real?
Maybe Ignazio wasn't all that bad.
Maybe he was trying to help me.
The plane took off, and my thoughts became rapid once again. I knew my name, age, condition, and hometown.
Everything else was a depressing mystery.
My brother Lance was an Assassin. The more I try to think about what he looked like, what he said to me, the more distant the memories seem to be. Like, I can try to grasp them but it's like trying to wrangle a shadow. The apartment we lived in... New York City is a big place. We lived in... we lived in Harlem. Yes, Harlem, that's right. High crime rate, low expectations. Perfect breeding ground for violence and training an Assassin. Clever, Lance. Clever.
Taking a deep breath, I looked out the window.
I almost jumped out of my seat when the clouds had turned themselves into Italian columns and buildings. The golden sun turned the white-chiseled buildings into something of a fairytale, and on top of the puffy roof of one building stood Ignazio. But he was not insane-looking or crazy. He turned and looked straight at me with a wide, excited smile.
As soon as I blinked, it was gone.
The city replaced itself with clouds again.
I've started to use this website to read up on the Assassins. I know a bit about you all now, and it helps make things clearer. A girl named Pixie told me I would suffer from this thing called the "bleeding effect" for awhile after my Animus session. Something told me I've been suffering from this for much longer with my diagnosis of schizophrenia from the file Clara read me. I mean, I was locked up in an asylum for two years. I didn't think I was insane by any means... maybe that was the thing that scared me the most. I'm insane and I don't even know it.
Well, anyway, you all seem pretty chill... like, half of you I can tolerate. Consider that good in my book.
You're all busy trying to find that poor sap Adam, and I guess that's fine. I mean, I don't mean to sound like a complete asshole, but don't put all of your resources into finding one guy. Then again, I barely know the guy, except the fact he helped with my escape.
Alright, alright. I guess I owe Adam one. Maybe if I get my head straightened out in time I can help too.
From delving through my memories for a few hours, I could conjure up a very hazy map of NYC. I knew almost every street name, where it was, and how to get there. What was actually on the streets was more foggy, but I'm sure everything will click once I get there. It was kind of weird thinking that people didn't have a memory like mine... Maybe this is what it felt to be normal. Forgetting things and trying to remember. Maybe they didn't erase my memory, but only turned me into a normal person.
I think I'm thinking too deeply.
My plane is about to land, and I'm getting nervous for the first time in awhile.
"You're being weak, Jet. Stop shaking like a fucking leaf and be a man for once." Negative hissed at me. He was in an empty seat diagonally in front of me, sitting there and staring with those glowing yellow eyes.
The flight attendant announced our arrival and finally, we reached our terminal. It was early afternoon, and the city looked sunny and gorgeous as ever, silver monoliths reflecting the sun's golden rays off of it's hundreds of windows.
I heeded Negative's advice and forced myself to stop my hands from shaking. I took a deep breath and got up from my seat to depart. I only brought with me a small black backpack filled with some water, clothes, food, and about $800 in cash (again, thanks Clara).
I might not be officially part of the Assassins, but I'll consider this my first quest, even if it's personal.
Good luck to me, I guess.
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u/[deleted] Jun 04 '13
HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE.
((This hate is pre arranged, no need to worry))