AltMal Wounded 2 -Dreams
Chapter 2 Shattered dreams
Altair opened his eyes.
'W...where?' He thought to himself confused as his bleary eyes focused his vision becoming clear before he looked around; it was his room, he was in his room in Masyaf...so what had awoken him? "Altair!" The male almost jumped a mile as he spun his right hand behind him, reaching for the blade he always had tucked under the thin blankets that were his bed, but he relaxed upon seeing it was only another assassin.
"Kadar" Altair said after a moment as he recognized the other; the young assassin was grinning at him his blue eyes alight in excitement as he stared down at his idol with almost loving eyes "What is it?"
"Don't you remember? You promised you'd train with me today" Kadar said with a little frown, so much so he was almost pouting "Your not usually this forgetful...not that there's anything wrong with it! You are the best right?" He said with a little laugh; it sounded a little nervous, but the
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Altair coughed softly before he grimaced at the metallic taste of blood in the back of his throat, gritting his teeth against the pain as he ran, the adrenaline was the only thing that fuelled him to keep moving away from the area as guards chased him down the dusty streets of Jerusalem clutching the wound on his side with a grimace; he hadn't seen the guard coming, he'd been a scared rookie with a sword who'd gotten lucky while Altair had fought off three other guards.
Of course that was no excuse, he had been careless, perhaps even a little cocky; traits he had tried for years to stop, but such impulses proved difficult to quell in the heat of battle.
He could hear the guards yelling orders to find him, he needed to get onto high ground; if he could hide long enough he could make his way to the bureau and face Malik's sharp tongue and insults about him being a novice, but that was better than bleeding to death, and at least Malik would tend to his wounds despite e
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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
Sinking FeelingIt was a simple mistakea miscalculation. Running from guards in the dead of night didn't help, either. The moon that had been shining brightly over Acre was suddenly blotted out by the clouds that decided to roll in at the exact moment the guards and archers spotted me. It was cold, the air was piercing my lungs. My footing was sound, but the constant sound of arrows being shot at me made it slightly distracting. Slipping up here or there didn't slow me down.Sinking Feeling5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But the mistake occurred when I had to make a split decisioneither jump into the bay below, or dash off to the side, running the risk of getting hit with an arrow or two. But in the darkness, the building across from me seemed closer. I would miss hitting the water below, and instead land on solid ground and be away from the guards.
It was only when it was in mid-jump, that the moon came out and showed me my miscalculation.
My heart leapt into my throat, as I felt myself free-falling towards the water. When
Forgiveness Malik glared at the man standing in front of him, the man that he despised most above all other creatures, Altair. "What do you want?" he spat angrily. Altair stood with his eyes downcast, unwilling to meet Malik's hate-filled gaze. "I am only here to complete a mission brother-" "DON'T . Call. Me. That." Malik growled, cutting him off, "It's because of you that my true brother is dead - don't you DARE call me that." His voice was low and dangerous. Altair sighed slightly and looked up. "Malik, you know that I am sorry for Kadar's death. You also know that I did not intend for that to happen. I made a careless mistake, and I cannot apologize enough. Kadar was like a brother to me as well." Altair looked away again, knowing that it didn't matter what he said. Malik would still hate him.Forgiveness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik turned h
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Malik Al-Sayf clenched the quill in his only hand tighter in frustration. Altair had left to gather information on his next target almost two hours ago. And although he always managed to be somewhat "unprofessional" at times, he was never this late in returning...
Had something happened to him? Surely "the great" Altair Ibn La'Ahad hadn't been taken down...had he?
His frustration slowly changing to concern, Malik set down his quill and began to pace the floor. What the hell was taking him so long?
I can't even go after him...Malik's sad but true thought haunted him with the fact that he could no longer be an assassin, due to his "condition", courtesy of the currently MIA novice. Just when Malik thought he'd start throwing books, he heard a loud crash from the other room. Altair was finally back...
But not in good shape, as Malik had suspected. The rafiq hurried over to the fallen killer, an angry but worried expression on his face.
"Altair, what in the name of--"
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 5)Altair opened his eyes. He was no longer in Malik's bureau, but in a Templar dungeon. The assassin jumped to his feet, or at least tried to. His wrists and ankles were bound by strong iron chains and shackles. Panic threatened to take over his mind. How the hell did he end up in here?! He looked to his left and spotted Malik leaning against the bars in the cell next to his. He wasn't bound like Altair, but he looked as if he had been in a horrible fight and lost. His coat was torn everywhere, his left sleeve no longer pinned up. His right cheek was bruised, most likely from an unforeseen punch. His lip was also split and bleeding. Seeing the headstrong rafiq looking so defeated was almost unbearable. Altair's fists and teeth clenched in outrage. Whoever did this was going to pay with their lives!AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 5)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Malik!" Altair tried to get his attention.
Malik didn't seem to hear him. He wouldn't even look at him, either. Could he even see him?
This isn't right. None of this is right. There's no way
Malik's Honor-Altair's Life How long had he been standing there staring vacantly at the blank piece of parchment holding a now dry quill in his hand? Unable to sleep, and the moon now high over Jerusalem, Malik had decided to begin tomorrows work by making more maps for his fellow assassins. But his mind kept creeping back to that pathetic excuse for one of his kind sleeping in the main chamber of the assassin's bureau. The only thing Malik was grateful for that day was that Altair had retired quickly so he didn't have to make useless small talk with him. Not that he would have bothered trying to have a civilized conversation with Altair anyway. Even speaking business with him about the assassination plans for Talal still provoked too many raw emotions. Emotions stronger than the physical anguish he had endured when his arm had been amputated because of the severe injuries he received when he and Kadar were left to retrieve the Piece of Eden.Malik's Honor-Altair's Life6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malik's face began to flood
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Altair was jumping from roof to roof after thoroughly searching the bureau. Malik's unexpected disappearance left the assassin extremely uneasy. He couldn't explain it, but somewhere in the corner of his heart, there was a terrible ache. That and a knot in his stomach. Unsure if this was a sign of having feelings for Malik or just side effects from blood loss, Altair continued scanning the streets. He'd even tried his eagle vision, but still no Malik anywhere.
Damn you, Al-Sayf...where the hell are you?!
Altair skidded to a stop on the edge of a rooftop. Down below, standing in an alleyway near a haystack, was Malik. Relief washed over the assassin before being sharply replaced with anger. He dove into the hay and jumped out behind him; not a smart move. Malik spun around with a dagger and would've slashed his throat had he not jumped back.
"Malik, focus! It's me!"
Malik looked like he was staring at a mirage. "Altair...?" His voice was barely
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 3)Stunned at Malik's indirect reply, Altair couldn't stop the rafiq from getting away. He pushed the assassin to the side, quickly retreating to the other side of his desk. He sat in the chair in the far left corner, his back to Altair. Taking one of the books from the shelf, Malik decided it was suddenly far more interesting than talking to or even looking over at his supposed crush.AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 3)4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Altair just stood there as silent as a statue, struggling to come to terms with this revelation.
He loves me. Malik Al-Sayf LOVES me. That...that makes no sense. Why does he? We're both men, and yet he has feelings for me. What in Allah's name am I supposed to do about this?
Just as Altair was about to say something, Malik cut him off.
"Hurry up and go finish your mission." The rafiq held a white feather over his shoulder instead of turning around to give it to him.
Altair sighed and took it, then reluctantly left the bureau. He'd have to talk to Malik later (if he didn't ge
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I can't seem to remember how I got here. Under the depths of this cruel body of water. One minute I had been on dry land, the next I am struggling to break to the surface for air. It was no use though. No matter how hard I flailed I only sunk further and further into the murky waters of this old harbor.
I was drowning.
This I knew for sure. I was never able to swim. I had been an idiot when I was growing up, and skipped all of my swimming lessons to do something more fun than splash around with the others. Looking back now I now know that wasn't a good idea.
I kick and flail as hard as my body can allow. Trying everything I can to break the water's surface to take in a lungful of that precious air I always take for granted, but as before it doesn't matter how hard I try I just can't reach it. The light that reflects off the water from the sun is slowly growing dimmer. I am having a hard time seeing it. Be it because I was sinking further down, or because my vision
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Kadar took a pained sigh and closed his eyes; he knew he wouldn't live for much longer. With every breath he took, more blood seeped through his already soaked clothes, his breathing slowed, his lungs burning. Opening his eyes, Kadar managed to prop himself up against a wall. His vision began to blur as he looked around the ruins. The Templar, Robert de Sable, and his guards had left. Malik had gone as well. Kadar hoped that his brother had gotten away safely, that he had reached Acre, and given the Apple of Eden to Al Mualim, that his wounds were being mended, and that he would live. But he could only hope.
Breathing became even more of an effort as the seconds passed and Kadar was growing weary. He could feel his body slowly shutting down, and the pain that came with it. In his final moments, Kadar collapsed, gasping for air. He stared up at the ceiling of the ruins
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Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi
Disclaimer: i own nothing... i dont make any money... they belong to their owners and creators
It was another unforgivingly hot day in Jerusalem. Malik however, did not dare remove his robe. Getting heat stroke was better than staring at the ugly mass of scar tissue that was left of his left arm.
The bureau leader sighed as he risked a glance at the pinned up sleeve of his robe. He was about ready to try and find someone to settle down with, but who would want someone so flawed? He hardly managed to pull anyone when he did have his arm and was considered normal, so with his unsightly stump he had virtually no chance.
Malik growled under his breath, knowing that his concentration was now lost and he wouldn't be able to carry on with the tedious job of drawing maps anymore. So he made his way around his desk and over to his room
AC - Concern "Ibn La'ahad, you insufferable idiot," Malik complained as he cleaned the fresh wound on the assassin's left arm. "How many times do I have to stitch you back together before you learn to avoid the guard-posts south of the bureau? They're always on high alert whenever someone is wearing white. I've noticed scholars don't even walk through that street anymore."AC - Concern5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair chuckled, "I took care of them, didn't I? They're-" his sentence was cut short by Malik's hand slapping him across the left side of his face.
"The guards who will replace them will be even more suspicious of your actions!" Malik's sudden burst of anger caught Altair off-guard. Sure, Malik was an angry man, but he seemed so calm just moments ago.
"Malik, I was just-"
"Think before you raise your blade, Altair
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Florence was just so beautiful at night, he thought, panting heavily as he clutched at the stone floor of the workshop.
"...another one! Well done Ezio! ...Ezio?"
"Are you okay?"
"L-Leonardo, they, it was.."
"Hey, it's okay. Relax! I'll have it decoded within the hour," said Leonardo, helping him back to his feet.
"Th-thank you... I.." Ezio attempted to say, but he suddenly became lost in a cold, yet soft cloud, as dark as...nothing. As dark as a vast expanse of nothingness; and nothing was that dark.
Encounter: Chapter 14No doubt that in time Abstergo would get a little suspicious of Lucy Stillman. Warren Vidic had always been skeptical of her loyalty. While also including the fact that he was a Templar, Vidic was a rude, malicious bully. He made very real threats to Lucy and Desmond out of pure malice and when things weren't going right in the Animus projects. As part of the plans for 'world domination' the Animus operation was a way for him to heighten Templar strength and his own personal interests.Encounter: Chapter 144 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When after the Animus burned out for a second time he was convinced that it was part of a plot aginst him. He hinted of knowing that Lucy was two-sided, that she had perhaps a different purpose than the one he hired her to do she served in discreet. Also, he accused Desmond of perhaps knowing of secret ploys he was involved in or that he was in communication with the Assassins. he was right to some degree. Lucy worried about Vidic finding out about Altair and Ezio; with a direct link to knowledge about t
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 2)Three days later, neither assassin nor rafiq spoke of that afternoon's occurrences. However, Altair was beginning to grow anxious. The moment he arrived from eavesdropping for intel, he headed straight for Malik's desk, his mind set on what the former assassin did.AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 2)4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Did you gather enough information yet?" He was avoiding eye contact by looking down at his parchment.
Altair hesitated before answering. "No, not yet. But--"
"Then quit wasting time. Get back out there and finish the job." It seemed as if he was avoiding any further conversation...and Altair was quickly growing tired of him stopping his words.
"Malik, I need to speak with you. It's important."
Malik glanced up at him briefly before returning to focusing on his maps. "It can wait."
Altair fought the urge to slam his fist into the table. "No. It can't. Not anymore." He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his frustration. "Answer me this, Malik. Why did you kiss me that day in the resting room?"
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"...tair...Altair" Altair was woken by someone shaking him he opened his eyes to see Desmond "You okay? Time to get up man! Breakfast is ready and if you don't get up you wont be able to get in the shower before all the hot water is used up, and you KNOW how Ezio like to primp up in the bathroom" He said with a snigger.
That made Altair crack a smile in amusement, knowing just how true that statement really was, before he nodded at that and yawned a bit "Thanks Desmond I'll be down in a minute" He said ruffling the younger male's hair absently as he grinned and ran off, no doubt to jump on Ezio in order to rouse him from bed.
Altair stretched a little and headed out of his room and across the hall to the bathroom smirking as he heard Ezio's strangled yelp down the hallway followed by Desmond's laughter and hurried footsteps down the stairs as Ezio began curs
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Chapter one: Transfers and Trouble.
He was always there on his own, in the very back of the class, as far away from people as possible, he never spoke to anyone unless it was a teacher, he never interacted with anyone, never trusted anyone and everyone was scared of him. The male always wore a hoodie on top of a leather jacket which probably helped with the almost menacing aura he gave out; he could feel their fear of the student in the class roll off his fellow classmates in waves; it had been like that since he had first come to New York, since he had first come to this school, the unspoken rule was clear.
Stay away from Alex Mercer.
Altair remembered yesterday when he'd first arrived at Abstergo college "Alright! Silence you novices!" Malik growled as he slammed a ruler onto the desk with his one arm in order to silence his home-room class; usually he'd do roll call an