#bullfrog had already left and went dark XD

[teecupangel]

Having just watched Captain Laserhawk, I must ask- no, i must Beg- for our dear precious Bullfrog to be descended from Desmond! And to let those poor souls LIVE HAPPILY- and preferably with the other ancestors who desperately need a hug! Dang that show was beautifully deranged

It absolutely was, nonny. I love it.

We’re gonna play fast and loose with canon in this one though. (Spoilers to Captain Laserhawk's season 1 ending)

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Bullfrog was not the only hybrid in the Brotherhood.

But he came from two old Assassin families, a rarity even in the Brotherhood.

He had only heard about it though.

He was told that they were originally created in a modified lab of one of the ancient ones.

Created by the remaining descendant of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and, through the Kenway line, Ezio Auditore.

A man that only goes by the name ‘Elijah’.

He was not an Assassin. He preferred to stay away from the war between the Brotherhood and the Order. But he was hunted by the Templars so he had a ‘distant’ alliance with the Brotherhood.

They didn’t trust him and he didn’t trust them in turn.

Elijah wanted to be left alone in peace and anyone who threatened that were killed without mercy.

Bullfrog’s grandparents were born from his lab, ‘blessed’ with Elijah’s blood and the blood of another great Assassin of old, Callum Lynch.

According to his parents, Callum Lynch agreed to provide his blood in exchange for Elijah’s help in one of the more dangerous missions the great Master Assassin had before Eden had taken over everything.

When there was still a glimmer of hope that the Brotherhood could defeat the Templars...

And from the combination of those two bloods, their ability to access the Calculations were formed.

Elijah’s blood held the genetic codes of the men whose fate were closely linked to the Calculations. Callum Lynch’s blood held the genetic codes of a French Assassin who can ‘see’ the memories of his targets.

Modifications had to be made to stabilize them and…

Well.

Like they said, the rest was history.

When Elijah disappeared (dead, he must be dead, it has been a long time), Bullfrog’s family was taken in by the Brotherhood. Bullfrog had grown up having human childhood friends, Hastings and Darcy.

Then…

Eden found them.

And Bullfrog survived because he had been lucky.

Because the Warden saw his potential.

He was sure Eden ordered the complete eradication of the Brotherhood.

The Warden was playing a dangerous game and everything went to head at the end.

And now, here he was, being escorted back to his cell.

At least they were kind enough to hand him a juice box to drink while they walk.

Maybe they were still all confused by the orders they received to stay his execution.

They seemed a bit daze.

There was one more thing that separated his kind from the other hybrids.

Bullfrog had lived his entire life with the whispers of dead men.

Sometimes, he would even stand back and let them control his body.

The Bleeding Effect, the Brotherhood called it.

It was rare though.

The whispers prefer to advise and to talk to him.

They were the ones who suggested he talk to Eden’s puppet.

There was nothing to lose after all.

[Now.]

The moment he heard that whisper echo with different voices, all speaking at once, he threw his juice box at the guard to his right before kicking the guard to his left. He grabbed the man’s pistol from his shoulder holster and fired at the three guards behind them.

Head.

Neck.

The third one moved enough that he was hit on the shoulder and he quickly took out his own gun.

Bullfrog kicked the man he had taken the gun from and ducked, firing two more rounds.

The first one hit the man between them on the chest at the same time the guard with the bleeding shoulder fired and hit him on the back. The second one hit the hole that the first shot created and the shot goes through the man.

Both men fell on the floor, killed by that single bullet as it hit the chest of one and the head of the other.

Bullfrog jumped the remaining man that he had hit with his juice box, jamming his gun inside the man’s mouth and pulling the trigger as his screams were muffled by the gun in his mouth.

He jumped off the corpse as it slumped on the floor and rummaged their bodies, finding the key to his cuffs in the first man he killed.

The whispers continued the entire time.

[Good job.]

[We must go.]

[Run.]

[Don’t take the elevator.]

Bullfrog nodded.

His hidden blade and other weapons would be near his prison but it was too risky.

He’ll have to find someplace to make his own weapons after escaping this shithole.

That was easy.

One of his whispers knew how to make a hidden blade.