As I began to look around, I saw a small opening to the right of me. All righty then, I thought. I guess I'll have to squeeze through there. As I began to climb the sink counter, they started banging harder on the door. I quickened my climbing pace and began to slide through the gap. It was a tight area for me, but I began to figure it out.
When I was half way in, I heard talking from another door in the room I was trying to get into. I couldn't hear them, but I knew I would probablely get killed before I could explain. I looked up in time to see the door slide open and two men walk in. I froze for a second when their eyes fluttered toward me as I tried to slide back into the bathroom, but I was stuck.
"Oh shit..." I muttered under my breath as they rushed for a gun. I struggled even harder to slide back, but I wasn't budging.
A guy with a beard and white coat grabbed the first gun, pointing it toward me. It was Dr. Vidic. He cocked the trigger and I closed my eyes, waiting for the bullet to pierce my skin and kill me.
Then, I heard the bathroom door open and someone rushed in.
Suddenly, my left shoulder began stinging and throbbing, making me cry in pain. It hurt so badly and I couldn't imagine what had happened, but before I had time to, I got tugged suddenly, and then pulled out of my gap I was stuck in, while I squeezed my eyes shut. My shoulder was hurting even worse than before when I hit the floor, and the thud of my head was the last thing I wanted to hear.
I must have screamed in pain at that point, because someone was covering my mouth. I held my eyes shut, feeling faint and lightheaded. Then the person let go of my mouth and seemed as though he stood up. I then realized that I couldn't hear anything but ringing in my head and ears. I rolled onto my right side unknowingly and clutched my left shoulder in an attempt to stop it from throbbing.
Then, someone put their foot on my left arm and turned me back onto my back. They had put too much pressure on my arm, and pain shot up and down it. By now, I had begun to get some of my hearing back, and the scream that had come from my mouth had surprised me a little. Once again, someone put a hand on my mouth, uttering "Be quiet! They'll find us if you don't calm down." It was muffled by my bad hearing, but I had made out the words enough to tell what he was saying.
I opened my eyes just enough to see who was talking to me. It was Altair crouching just above me, staring straight in my eyes. God, I don't want to die yet, I thought. I didn't like having a killer stand over my defenseless body. It was unnerving.
Without warning, he pulled up the left sleeve of my sweat-shirt to my shoulder. My first reaction to someone is a slap to the face when they do something that isn't a normal thing to do. He reared back and fell on his butt, saying "What the hell! What was that for?!" He got up, and just as I closed my half-open eyes while pulling my sleeve down, he said something else. "Altair, do you mind holding her down for me? She probablely can't hear anything since she won't respond to me, and doesn't know I'm trying to help her."
Wait, Altair can't talk to Altair, which means Desmond was standing over me... Cold hands gripped my wrists and pulled them down to my hips, while half a leg went over my knees. I didn't struggle against the person, because I had opened my eyes again to see Altair on my right, holding me down. He was looking at my left side, which was where my shoulder was. I then looked to my left, seeing Desmond looking at it too.
"Oh my god!" I shouted as Desmond pulled something out of my shoulder, sending huge waves of pain up and down my arm. I tried to pull away, but Altair had a firm grip on me and held me tight to the floor.
Desmond muttered "Oh, shit!" just before my shoulder felt damp all over. My head hit the floor, and that was the most amount of pain my body could take, before I fell from consciousness.
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A Trip Through Time
FanfictionI have to travel in time with three assassins that lug me around and never tell me what the hell is going on! They drag me from my present time in 2009 and try to keep me from asking too many question. If I'm gonna be staying alive, then I have to h...