Not just a strangerNot just a stranger5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tall man, hooded and dressed mostly in white pulled himself slowly out of the canal. He favored one arm, his right, as he struggled to get up and out of the dirtied water.
On closer inspection, a dark red stain and a small round hole in his clothing suggested he'd been hit by an arrow. He'd obviously removed it, but the damage had been done.
His breathing ragged, he dragged himself out of the open, and into the shadows in a narrow alley.
He sat still, trying not to bring any more attention to himself, and inspected his wound.
It was then that he heard the sounds of heavy boots hitting the ground, and shouts from what had to be the gaurds he thought he'd gotten away from.
He silently moved farther back into the shadows, and then found a door. Bracing himself against the wall behind him, he managed to stand, and opened the door. Keeping as quiet as possible, he shut the door behind him, but then collapsed on the other side. His shoulder was slowly becoming more painful, and he suspecte
PhantasmPhantasm.Phantasm4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora Cavazza cannot sleep.
It's once again with great annoyance that she takes note of this fact. She has tried everything to fall asleep now, to have just a moment of peace to ease her tired mind. Still, no matter what she does, what she tries not to think about, the concept of rest is beyond her grasp. It has been a problem she has been dealing with for a while now and one that refuses to go away despite her best efforts.
She lets out some more frustrated sounds, trying her best to close her eyes and get comfortable. She can feel her feet and hands tingling, her stomach tying itself into tight knots. She can no longer stand on her legs, as her dizziness makes her feel as if she stands on a swaying ship. Pure fatigue has taken over every single part of her being and her mind is screaming to be released into the realm of dreams as she's hoping, praying that she can finally sleep
But how can she? After all that has happened over the last few weeks, resting is abo
-AC II : From Hate...-o~o~o~o--Beginning synchronization-- ~o~o~o~o-AC II : From Hate...-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-- VENICE ; 1485--
Venice, home to many merchants who seeked a proper business and artists who dreamed of success. Its rich culture and fine architecture gave the city an unique beauty. And of course, its habitants were just as lively.
In the corner of one the busiest streets of Venice were a group of courtesans. The women stood there, gracefully appealing the men passing by. They were noticed yet unnoticed, standing in the middle of the crowd. One of them stood out more than the others though. It wasn't due to her younger looks or slimier figure. She had something they hadn't.
A colorful tongue.
One of the courtesans next to the green-dressed one hissed. "Ines, languague!"
"Che cosa? (What?)" 'Ines' looked back at her comrade, a few loose dark blond hair locks going on her fa
ChangeChange.Change5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is running. Running as fast as he can. As he does this, his hearts is thumping loudly in his chest and pure adrenaline rushes through his veins. His eyes move back and forward, as he quickly tries to determine the fastest route to the top of the church. As he does this, moving to the best of his abilities, he hears a loud laugh ring in his hears.
"Baby brother still has much to learn."
He rolls his eyes at hearing his brother's voice and doesn't bother to reply as he rushes forward, knowing he has managed to find a much quicker route than his sibling. Nimble like a cat, he clampers up the side of a building, already way ahead of his rival. He yells back triumphantly.
"Hah, I almost feel bad about this!"
He wants to stop for a moment, let his older brother catch up to him for a moment just to taunt him. He's sure of his victory, after all. Still, much faster than he had anticipated, he sees the other male racing towards him, threatening to pass him. As he
Friendship and BrotherhoodAltair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.Friendship and Brotherhood6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas were back yet. But he could do nothing they had agreed that he was to be ready to ride out when they got back from the task they had come to do.
The snow hissed under him, yielding to his body. His fingers were frozen from digging through it. His hand was so numb he did not feel it anymore. Nor was he aware of the cold gnawing at him, steadily w
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)3 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
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
Kadar's DeathKadar's Death4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 4)I'm going to punch him when I find him...!AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 4)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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. 1)-Jerusalem/afternoon-AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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--"
100themes91.drowning100themes 91.Drowning100themes91.drowning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
AltairxMalik - WoundedAltairxMalik - Wounded4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
The Eagle's Clutches Part TwoThe Eagle's Clutches Part Two.The Eagle's Clutches Part Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twenty steps following the right curve of the street.
Turn left at the fork in the road.
Five steps before turning left up the stairs.
Thirty steps up the stairs and then turn to your left.
Il Lupo knows the route to the Assassin hideout well. Despite being unable to see due to the blindfold over his eyes, he still perfectly memorizes it, once again proving that the scouting he did during his brief return to Cesare wasn't without benefit. He knows it so well he's sure he could even walk it in his sleep. The blindfold is as good as useless, but he's smart enough to refrain from saying that out loud. The last thing he wants is for the Assassins to see him as a threat and kill him on the spot.
He knows he's lucky that they haven't just done that so far. This whole night turned out a lot different than he expected. Rather than sitting comfortably in front of his fire place at home with Fiora's body dumped in the Tiber and a hefty sum of money from Cesa
AltMal Wounded 2 -DreamsAltMal Wounded 2 -Dreams4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Measure of a ManMeasure of a Man.Measure of a Man4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora braces herself as a hard fist impacts with her face, crying out as she swears she can hear her jaw crack. The force of the blow is great enough for her to lose her balance and she finds herself tumbling to the ground, hissing at the pain of her body colliding with the cold, hard tiles. She barely has the time to recover as a boot is planted in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, causing her back to reconnect with the surface in the most painful of ways.
She fights to bite back another whimper of pain and swiftly tries to get back onto her feet again. The next incoming punch to her face is quickly deflected and she immediately responds with one of her own. Her attacker lets out a furious growl as she hits him in the nose, managing to draw blood in the process, and responds with another swing that she can barely dodge.
The Courtesan isn't fazed in the least and lunges for the man again. She's blind to his face contorted in anger, blind to the tensed
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
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)3 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?"
FireworksFireworksFireworks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Assassin's Creed II
Summary: The Carnival has once again hit Venice, but this time Ezio is not content with going there on his own.
AN: Because I can. After reading so many wonderful fics, seeing so many beautiful pictures and finally gotten my ass through ACII (awaiting Brotherhood until my wallet is no longer crying for mercy), I finally found some inspiration to try my luck with an ACII fic of my own.
By the way, my Italian is less than perfect so all my translations has been done thanks to the internet.
"Come on, Leonardo! Per favore, for my sake?"
Leonardo let out a small sigh, resisting the urge to simply stick his brush up the assassin's nose in an attempt to shut him up. "No, Ezio, I must complete this commission. I am already far behind on it. Besides, as wonderful and amazing as the carnevale is, I have never been one to attend it. Far too much noise and too many people."
Ezio let out a pout, lean
AC - DSiShaun was only able to shake his head in unbelieving shock as he entered the room which he shared with Desmond.AC - DSi4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The novice still sat on the bed, handheld on his propped up knees, eyes fixed to the two screens and whatever was going on there. He didn't even as much as flinch when the door slammed shut behind Shaun. His eyes flickered up at the historian for a second before returning to the screen.
"What?" he asked coldly and Shaun was able to hear how annoyed and frustrated he was and disappointed.
Shaun sighed, walking up to him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Desmond was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the bed, so there still was plenty of space between them no, too much space.
"The girls were worried because you didn't come back with me before "
"So only them?" the novice whispered, the clicking of the buttons subsiding for a moment before returning apparently twice as loud, frustration being let out on them, "Guessed so "
Altair: DishonourThe younger man faced his Master in the courtyard of Masyaf stonily. His eyes followed the movements of the black-robed man pacing before him. The Assassin could tell the Master was angry and displease. Altair had failed to retrieve the Templar treasure for him. Malik had done so at the cost of his arm and brother Kadar. And then had accused Altair of causing it all. He had told to his face that Altair had violated the Creed and the tenets. Altair, who lived and breathed the Creed with his very skin. Hed been hurt deeply but had not shown it. This was how far he and Malik had drifted apart.Altair: Dishonour7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tell me, Altair, do you know why it is you were successful?
With a start, the young Assassin came back to reality. He found al Mualim looking at him sadly with his grey eyes. He wanted to explain to him what had happened. How Malik had challenged his authority on this mission. How hed pushed his aim off at that final moment when Altair had Robert de Sable in sight
Old AltairEzio: "Hey Altair?"Old Altair2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Altair: "Yes, novice?"
Ezio: "Do you think we'll lose our publicity?"
Altair: "What do you mean?"
Ezio: "Well I mean Connor is popular already and his game hasn't come out yet. And people are making these fics with all of these OC/Connor subjects."
Altair: "Are you drunk again because I understood almost none of that."
Ezio: (Face-palm) "Never mind, you're too old to understand."
Altair: "I am NOT old!"
Ezio: (Cough) "Old."
Desmond: "Hey guys!"
Altair: "Am I old?!"
Ezio: "Say yes!"
Desmond: "Oh, c'mon, not this argument again."
Altair: "I swear to Allah, if you say yes I will rip your eyes out and stuff them down your throat."
Desmond: "Uhh "
Ezio: "If you say no, I'm going to tell Lucy that you love her!"
Desmond: (Frowns) "Lucy's dead, Ezio. Where have you been?"
Ezio: "W-what? She died?! Oh my gosh that's horrible! I had no idea!"
Desmond: "Well she was technically a Templar a really, really hot Templar "
Ezio: "A Templar? That changes
Out of TimeEzio coughed again, and once more, blood came up. He wheezed with each step, and felt ready to collapse. The Venetian guard had grown tired of him. They had planned a trap, and Ezio had played right into it. "Cazzo!" He cursed, his balled fist weakly hitting a nearby wall. More blood came. He didn't even try to cover the slash on his chest. There was no point. The wound was a deep gash that started at his right shoulder and ended almost at his left hip, and it had not stopped bleeding. The front of his clothing was now more red than white, and the effects of bloodloss had already started to effect him. Staggering, he kept his hand against the wall for support. His vision had become blurry, as if walking wasn't hard enough.Out of Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As hard as it was to think through the pain, he had memorized the alleyways that lead into the Thieves' headquarters. It was the one place in Venezia he knew he'd be safe, if he didn't die trying to get there. Finally, it seemed, he made it into the small courtyard,
Crossed Times 11 - TakenCrossed Times 11 - Taken4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11- Taken
Alex opened his eyes to the sounds of water running nearby, he frowned a bit the sound of the water making his virus crawl it never did like the stuff though it was mandatory at times to keep himself clean. He sat up slowly and realized after a long moment that, for the first time in his life he had actually fallen asleep and he hadn't been disturbed by the voices in his head. "..." He frowned a bit confused; it had been months since he had slept, or even felt relaxed enough to have a nap.
Sitting up slowly he raked a hand through his hair with a sigh; it was eerie how relaxed and at ease he felt; was all this because Altair had helped him to relax? He almost smiled; the assassin, was defiantly a man of many talents.
He broke out of his thoughts when the door opened and Altair stepped out dressed in clean jeans and walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out one of Alex's shirts; it was a little big for him but he didn't mind that so much, beside
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 Feeling4 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