Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Blood BrothersMalik stood weary before his chamber door, his back pressed up against the cool sandstone. The darkness of the corridor began to creep into him, the few burning torches scattered down the hall cast an eerie light upon the oak doors of uninhabited rooms. The cold stonewalls held no such comfort, the woven tapestries hung from them depicting cryptic scenes of war made Malik cringe. However, he would not enter the room he stood before to be rid of the aloof nothingness of the corridor. A room that he had not even taken step over the brink of the doorway for months chilled him more so than the telltale signs of doom clawing at his heels.Blood Brothers4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
As he ran his fingertips through his dark goatee over and over again, he recalled multiple times that word from Altair himself had traveled to his ears about the doubt he had with the Master. Altair had attempted to explain such things to Malik after an assassination, but Malik simply would
2. ComplicatedComplicated2. Complicated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Altair sat on a bench in Masyaf near the dueling arena outside Al Mualim's palace. He rested his elbows on his knees, his head down in the baking sun. He looked on as the other men fought each other. They were novices, inexperienced. They had never killed yet. This casual sparing with one another was hardly preparation for what lies ahead, out in the world beyond the Assassin's capital city.
He sat, in a numb boredom, watching them. There had been no work for him to do, he needed no training, and he knew all that Al Mualim had to offer. As he stared unblinkingly at the novices he couldn't help but think that he could do it better, if only there were a way to control the movements of one player
Altair's silent gazing was interrupted by the presence of a young boy. He had come gallivanting over to Altair's bench and had soon plopped himself down next to him. Altair glanced down at the boy from beneath his hood. He was quite young, ten years or so, and was dressed as the
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
AC: Feather Of Life1196 - There was silence upon the humid summer night in the stronghold of the Assassin's Order, Masyaf. With it being so late in the evening, almost all signs of life were put to a stand still. The eagles were nested, the sun is rested and the wind was down to a trickle of air. It was times like this Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Grand Master of the Assassins found true peace. Often, he would be in his old Master's study, writing down notes and studying the wonders of the Apple of Eden, the object of many questions, but no answers. But tonight something has disturbed him from his usual schedule. T'was not a bad disturbance, no- it was more of an epiphany of sorts. But it still had to be done.AC: Feather Of Life5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Up on the highest tower of Masyaf, Altaïr watch the night from a crudely made wooden ledge leading out from a side of the room, where he could see the land around the city for miles around. Of course, Maria forced him to cement the bottom part of the "hole-in-the-wall" so no accidents could happen
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 105 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
Ask Altair 7- SwimmingFebruary 12th, 1190Ask Altair 7- Swimming3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Anonymous asks: "Dear Altair,
There are rumors that you can't swim. So I've been wondering, why's that?
Thank you so much for being honest!"
To the anonymous,
I would like very much to clear up all misconceptions you may have heard bumbling about: I CAN swim. I am physically capable of holding myself above water and diving beneath it.
However, I do have a bit of an aversion to swimming. I prefer to stay away from water on all accounts, actually, and I shall tell you why: it can kill you.
This may sound like an odd claim, coming from an Assassin. But it makes sense, does it not? Does one approach a rabid dog and attempt to subdue it, simply because he can? Does one leap off a cliff into an endless gorge just to feel as though he is flying? Does one jump into the tumultuous waves of water and flop around until his limbs tire one by one and he sinks to the ocean's bottom because he finds it amusing?
The answer to all these questions, I should hope, is no. Water keeps u
Daddys little girlI'm never going to be,Daddys little girl9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
daddy's little girl.
cause when i was younger,
daddy wrecked my world,
I never thought it was true
that I'd grow up alone
but then reality hit,
and i began to know
all those father daughter songs,
they were never mine
and i always had to turn the dial
but it was never just in time
cause my eyes would fill with tears,
and my heart would fill with hate
and oh dearest daddy
i still feel the same
I wish i could tell you
what its like inside
how every time i think of you
i break down and cry
how i wish i could have you
as my daddy once more
that way i could say
i was always daddy's little girl.
Encounter: Chapter 9The next morning.Encounter: Chapter 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You said something about some Assassin friends? Rebecca and Shaun, right? What about them?" Desmond asked.
"What about them?" Lucy said amusedly.
"I just said that."
"Oh, I know. Hm, yes, they designed a new Animus. Well, more like Rebecca designed it, and Shaun does all his nerdy stuff. It's the same as the old one, but it's faster, more reliable, you know?"
"I bet Shaun would kill you if he found out that you called him a nerd."
Lucy shrugged. "Maybe. But Shaun doesn't like killing. A real British gentleman, huh?" She rolled her eyes as if remembering some joke. "No. He prefers to do the research and history part, maintaining the Animus, you know."
"He can still kill people, right? He's an assassin. You'd be a goner."
Lucy punched a fist into her hand. "Let's see him try."
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The blindfold over his eyes was annoying. Itchy. He couldn't see anything, but obviously that was the point.
Lucy said that they were gonna see a "surprise". He could even hear the quot
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
Regret - An Altair fanficRegret - An Altair fanfic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Altair looked at the horizon of Jerusalem with a soft sigh, the view from the roof of the mosque was beautiful, the golden sun shined down on the crowded city, bathing it in a light that was warm and pure...but Altair felt anything but warm.
His golden eyes flicked downwards as he watched the people below go about their daily lives so naïve of the war they were in the middle of...the assassin almost wished he were that naïve, that free. The golden eyed male frowned softly and shook his head at such thoughts; no, he had been born into the brotherhood, he had been born to be raised as and assassin to uphold the laws of the Creed.
Something he had already failed at.
The former master assassin brushed his fingers over his eyes as if trying to rub away sleep; the hood didn't reveal the weary look in his eyes, the tiredness he felt; he may have been spared death by Al Maulim, but in all honesty the demoted assassin wished he was dead already; and if he felt
Ask Altair 15- Darim and SefMarch 26th, 1210Ask Altair 15- Darim and Sef3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I know that you love your 2 sons so much, but can you tell us any more moments between you and your sons?
Peace and safety,"
Upon you as well, friend.
You wish me to tell you a story. I will oblige.
An interesting tale unfolded last year when I taught my two children, Sef and Darim, how to mount and ride a horse. Maria, my wife, had been very much opposed to this outing, and it took many days' arguing for her to relent. Eventually, I did triumph and when the weather was stable enough, my sons and I descended the mountain of Masyaf with two steeds in our possession.
It was at the peak of the hill that I taught the boys how to approach a horse. Sef was the greater challenge, being only twelve years of age, but he made do. Soon, both of my children were settled somewhat anxiously in their saddles. I collected the horses' reigns and slowly led them down the mountain, watching Darim and Sef carefully should either of them threaten to fall.
TeardropsStillness in the night,Teardrops4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a sound do you hear;
Only the beat of my heart,
And the loneliness of these tears.
Encompasses every part;
Every corner, every piece,
Of this torn apart heart.
Peace reigns supreme;
Will it ever be real...
The love that I've seen?
Stained with tears,
I turned my face to see...
What I wanted so much...
Was not reality.
The painful truth,
Was hard to bear;
The love I wanted,
Will never be there.
Where I looked upon your face,
Once upon a time, in love...
Only a stranger resides now,
Not wanting or needing my love.
So I rebuild the walls,
Piece by broken piece;
And try to reclaim my sanity,
And the redemption that I seek.
There is a stillness tonight,
Not a sound do I hear;
Just the beat of my heart,
And the emptiness of the tears.
Written by M. White December 10, 2002
Slf CH 39 -Unfinished-LightShade was in his cell and tried to chase his own tail.Slf CH 39 -Unfinished-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Marina looked confused at the hyper active young dragon.
`Where do he get that energy from? Isn't he worried about being here at all?´ she thought.
LightShade finally got his tail and bit hard on it. He let out a yelp and then stroked his tail while he whimpered.
"Why did you case the tail in the first place then?" growled Marina.
"Um I don't know I was bored" whimpered LightShade and stroked his tail where he had left a bite mark.
"Could you breath a bit on it?" he asked and moved his tail out of the cage to Marina.
"Why do you think that I should help you?" growled Marina.
"Because I need your help " whimpered LightShade.
Marina looked at him and noticed the tears in his eyes of the pain he had got after biting his own tail.
"Fine " sighed Marina and breathed lightly on it.
LightShade smiled and moved his tail back into the cage.
"Thanks Marina you are not so bad as you think" he chuck
In The Beginning The blistering sun had reached its uppermost position in the searing cloudless sky as the three warriors arrived at Solomon's Temple unseen. Malik A-Sayf and his younger brother Kadar grew wary of Altair's presence as they entered the ancient crumbling temple. The interior of the immense structure was cool and smelled of dust and mummified corpses. Altair led the way as Malik spoke quietly to his novice brother, explaining certain details of what do and how to perform it.In The Beginning5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Malik A-Sayf bore dark rugged features with jet-black hair, chocolate-brown eyes, and rough stubble about his angular jaw. Malik, as another master Assassin, envied Altair whom had been deemed master two years before him, regardless if they were the same age. Once companions, Malik had always been secretly jealous of Altair, as every task between the two childhood friends became a competitive contest. However, the past five years
One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypseOne last kiss before the Apocalypse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms
the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear
the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time
the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world
Daddys Little GirlIt's a shame that he has to speak with his handsDaddys Little Girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was a child, but he treated her like trash
The only way he spoke was through threats and commands
It's a shame to see what a man is capable of
He took his anger out on his daughter
And all she could do is tilt her head and look above
Praying and hoping some day she'll be rescued from here
It seemed like everything was hopeless, but she tried
She held her head up like she had nothing to fear
It's disgusting to think that man could be so cruel
She deserved more than he could ever give her
Years of pint up rage made him the fool
It's disgusting to know that every time he decided to drink
He had no self control, his hands weren't his own
And he left the innocent girl no time to think
It's disgusting that he didn't have the control to stop
Years of beating her down to the breaking point
But she was strong, and came out on top
Now you're the one left with regrets for everything you did
You let your rage consume you and your kid
plainlookplain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see how the brittle grass bends
as though bowing at the knee
and the wooden fencepost
with its halo of rusted iron
still longing for the lost days
when it too
could move with the wind
surely our old gods slumber
in the womb of this land
where clouds ceaselessly tumble
toward a stark horizon
and the dirt roads
on an altar of earth
in the distance
a brown sparrow
his tail feathers braced against
the bitter autumn frost
his mirrored eye flashing
with the steady hymn
A Dead ButterflyWings, larger than hope,A Dead Butterfly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colors, cleaner than soap,
moving equally through spring,
stronger than just a fling.
When the wings stopped to gaze at a flower,
it seemed like a pair of eyes, gazing at each other.
When they flew, the warmth seemed true,
when they landed, the coldness of grass turned blue.
Although they were united as one,
butterfly wanted to change them and get it done,
it was not enough that they were equal,
if they could work together with no sequel.
The light that shinned through open shadows,
blinded him, so he fell on a land harder than feathers,
making him see the reality,
when shoes of people destroyed his dream to be free.
The wings were shattered for never again being able to fly,
for everything that united them now was a dead butterfly.