Assassin's Creed

Sebastian looked from Harry to Kyira and back. "I'll do it." He said with a shrug.

Kyira nodded at them both and went back into her office, shutting the door lightly.

"Thank you, Sebastian." Harry nodded gratefully, nodding toward the door in a signal to do it now.

Sebastian nodded and walked towards the door.

"Oh! And Sebastian?" Harry said quickly, "Don't be to hard on the guy."

"Got it, chief." He said, walking out.

((Jason needs to post. We've almost wrapped up this RP and I'd like to go ahead and get it in the museum.))

Jason walked out of the bar. any single person that tried anything on hiim was dead in under a second. he no longer had any feelings. he didn't need them. they only caused pain

Sebastian walked around the streets, looking for Jason.

gunshots went off near sebastian. several dead men lay around him. he looked at sebastian and laughed like a madman.

Sebastian slowly stepped forward. "Jason...? Are you all right?"

"oh i'm fine... isn't life just so funny? just takes a second to get rid of it" he said laughing again and shooting one of the corpses around him.

He nodded slightly. "How do you feel? Can you walk?"

Jason laughed again. "oh yes i can walk just fine" he said kicking a corpse. he was clearly insane now.

When they got back to the base, everyone was dressed in black for Angel's funeral. Harry handed Jason the gold-bound book, "Here. I think you should read this." There was a marked page, clearly for Jason to read. It said:
"I don't think many people have planned their last words, they often seem to just work out. However, I think I know my time is coming soon. Even though I'll be 19 in just two weeks, I just have a feeling. So, if I get the chance, I want 'I can't breathe' to be the last thing I say.
"To anyone who might read this afteroword, I want to explain my reasoning in this. I want the last thing I say to explain everything about me: the way I was, I mean. I've never been able to breathe. I feel like I'm being strangled by a very small child or a weak, sickly man that's grip slowly tightens every day. I've never been able to breathe. I've had too much tightening around me to ever get the chance.
"Just a few more things I'd like for everyone to know: I'd like for everything I have to go to charity. There are people who have always wanted what I have, so I figure as long as I'm not around to use them, then why not?
"Also, I'd like to fall in love before I die. Just so that person knows I'll be watching them, even if I'm not there."
There was a check next to the last sentence.