Not just a strangerNot just a stranger6 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.Phantasm5 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
The Eagle's Clutches Part OneThe Eagle's Clutches Part One.The Eagle's Clutches Part One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rome is asleep.
At the late hour which holds sway over the city, the streets are quiet and abandoned. The sound of heralds and merchants is absent from the air, replaced by the silence of slumbering. Occasionally, faint lights can be seen inside the houses, the shadows of candles and small lamps left on to guard against the utter darkness.
Tiber Island is no exception. Under the starry sky of the tiny islet, not a single soul can be found. Its few inhabitants are all under the spell of sleep and all activities of the day have ceased to be. The squares are empty, the shops closed and the houses are full of those who seek refuge in the nightly rest.
They know they can do so in peace. For unlike the rest of Rome, this small enclave of the city is not quite under Borgia control. Instead, it's in the hands of their sworn enemies, whose rule is slowly seeping ever further across their own boundaries and encroaches onto Borgia territory with each year pas
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
100themes91.drowning100themes 91.Drowning100themes91.drowning4 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
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 Brotherhood7 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 Wounded 2 -DreamsAltMal Wounded 2 -Dreams5 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
ChangeChange.Change6 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
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 Time6 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,
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
Ezio: Los Ceneros da VitaThe bells of Firenze tolled, loud and clear, in the emerging day. Their clear ringing resounded throughout the city and the peoples homes, startling the crows and pigeons into panicked flight. They spoke from church to church under the clear sunny skies. The light of the rising sun painted the rising spires and domes of the houses of God in a hard light this day. For the bells tolled of fear and suffering. Of betrayal and revenge.Ezio: Los Ceneros da Vita6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In Il Duomo, the main cathedral of the city on the river, a youth stood over the coffin of his father, the head of the Auditore family, murdered not a week past. The straight-backed youth was unaware of the whispering all around him, of the false commiserations offered by the leading nobles of the city whose factionalism was a byword for treachery. He did not hear his mothers sobbing or his grandmothers words of comfort, hard as theyd be for that old lady was not sentimental in the least. She too was unbowed, showing no signs of her gr
Don't push it (Altair x Reader)Don't push it (Altair x Reader)3 months ago in Romance More Like This
I sighed and rolled my eyes listening to the drunken laughter of the regulars in the tavern in which I worked. "An- and you knyow what I-" hiccup "I said? I said- Ey! Mate, whatchu talkin' 'bout? Bug-bugger" the intoxicated male laughed to himself. He was telling me a story about- actually, I had no idea what it was about.
I heard the familiar creaking of the door opening, and all chattering stopped; heads rose and people stared. The male standing at the door wore a white hood, concealing the upper half of his face. "Watch out love, t-this guy seeems dangerous" the guy muttered lowly. The cloaked male walked over, with every step I could hear metal jingling, it was then I took notice of the weapons he was carrying.
A sword strapped to his hip, as well as a dagger. When he shaked his wrist I caught a glimpse of metal on the inside, possibly a hidden blade? He came to a stop at the bar in front of me, resting his hands on t
AC - DSiShaun was only able to shake his head in unbelieving shock as he entered the room which he shared with Desmond.AC - DSi5 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 "
Kadar's DeathKadar's Death5 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
The PilgrimThe Pilgrim.The Pilgrim5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the first word that came to mind as one looked over the small village in the dry landscape of Syria, a landscape stretching out as far as the eye could see without a beginning or end.
It was midday, the point the sun stood highest at the heavens and burned mercilessly on the earth below. The moment of the day when man and animal tried to avoid the scorching heat and sought shelter in the shadows of their houses and the trees. It was when the weather of this land was such a mighty foe that the least bit of effort would enable it to sap one's strength. And thus, all remained silent, as to save their strength, and waited patiently for the sun to descend, casting the land in an almost reverent quiet.
Still, all this was lost to one. A single figure, guiding his horse across the narrow path, dared to venture out and risk the blazing warmth that had ensnared this place. His face was covered by a cloth, as to protect himself from sun and sand, and the clo
Scourge of SinCyprus 1195 CEScourge of Sin6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair staggered back, all breath punched out of him. The unexpectedness of the attack left him unbraced for it. For a moment his vision went dark and then abruptly returned as he forced air into his lungs. He coughed, spitting blood. This is not good, he thought, arm up to block another thrust, this one down towards his exposed neck. The man died with a very surprised expression on his face. He had been no older than Altair himself. But he'd made his choice. Payment was due.
Altair's leg connected with the nearest knee with a sharp crack clearly heard in the light of dawn among the trees. Birds flew screeching from their nests and small rodents hid away until the danger was past. The man whose leg was now broken flopped to the ground, knee bent at an angle nature never intended. Altair smiled contemptuously, trying not to hold his bleeding side. He coughed again, blood coming out of his mouth, as his arm slashed through the air, guiding the short blade sharp as a
Caught -updated-Caught -updated-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rain had been falling for hours now. It was a cold, soaking rain that penetrated right through to the bone.
A rain that sent several foreboding shivers through Ezio's body.
A deafening clap of thunder followed a flash of lightning, lighting up the darkened sky and betraying Ezio's position for a split second.
He had just recently taken another life, one that had been closely connected to the cold-blooded murder of his father, Giovanni Auditore, and now a group
of well armed guards were chasing after him. Just by their persistance alone he could tell they had been better trained for hunting an assassin, and were not going to give up after losing sight of their prey.
But Ezio was not to be underestimated. He had not only disposed of several nobles that had a hand in the death of his father, but evaded or killed off any guard that had suspected or seen him. Ezio also had a hidden blade strapped to the underside of each wrist, ready to spring out and deliver a death blow to anyone who dare
AC - SecretEzio almost tripped while running through the park. He didn't care about anything that would normally catch his attention even if it was only because of him.AC - Secret5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The birds were chirping loudly, singing the same songs as always. He would stop on their way home, just to look skywards and watch them fly above their heads. Ezio would chuckle and tell him to not stay behind or they would be outside even after the sun had set. But truth be told, he wouldn't really mind staying a bit longer with him.
Children were running around, shouting and laughing. He would just smile at them and tell Ezio that he was looking forward to having children himself, that he'd like to have at least two because he knew how it was to have no siblings. Ezio of course would only tell him that brothers weren't always a good thing and that he had experienced the contras of not being an only-child himself. But he would always be imagining how it would have been if he had had a brother wi
Why?Why?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I've seen the security records from last night. You must want an explanation. I had hoped to tell you about it little by little, to get you on my side, but it's too late now.
William is using us. In this war. In this war against the Templars, he doesn't think about the lives he's hurting. We aren't people to him. How can we trust someone like that? Clay, you of all people should understand.
Abstergo cares about helping people. They understand the realities of the world, its limitations.
But I know that nothing I say now will really change your mind.
I've deleted the security records. Vidic will never know about the breach. I promised to protect you, but I can't let you leave. William and the others must never know.
Lucy stared at the note she'd just wrote, in her clear, neat handwriting. She hated it, hated herself. She knew the Templars meant no good for anyone, but she just couldn't trust the Assassins. Not after what William had done.
SurvivalSurvival5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fiora's orders were simple: Find and kill. Discreetly, if possible; no need for a fuss. The Target was somewhere in this district of Roma, nearby. She knew nothing more than the fact he'd be somewhat lavishly dressed and in a hood. That was all the information she'd need. She's never had trouble identifing any targets before. They all had the same gait, the same malice in their eyes to certain people in the crowd.
Fiora sighed as she rose from the bench she had been resting on. It was dusk, and he'd be out here soon. They all always come out at night, when no one can see. She started off towards the now closing shops, her split dress and long chesnut hair flowing behind her. She scanned the dispersing groups of civilians. No one that fit the criteria. All of them just regular people of Roma, from peddlers to nobles.
About to start off heading east towards the Pantheon, her trained eyes caught a glimpse of rough dark material flowing in a nearby alley. Someone was there. Her
The Pains of Fatherhood. 02 - I want a girl.The Pain's of Fatherhood - Chapter 2 - I want a girl.The Pains of Fatherhood. 02 - I want a girl.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(People in the story. Altair and Maria)
Winter was just around the corner in Masyaf so it was a chilly night. This how ever didn't make Masyaf any less busy. Malik was away with Asiya in Baghdad on a mission, leaving Altair to handle all the work by himself. This didn't bother him, he was more then capable of doing the work but having two people share the work load made it go faster and better strategies to be planed.
Altair was sitting at the desk in the library, reading the reports sent from the Rafiqs in the other cities. There was a lot of turmoil in the new strongholds, specifically the one near Egypt. Rumours were that Templars were back to their old tricks and were searching for another Piece of Eden. He had sent Amin there to investigate before he took it upon himself to make sure the Templars never got there hands on another one. Only a select few could be trusted with the information about the Pieces of Eden. Altair couldn
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
BL - Song of FarewellThe late evening of the first of May in 1519 in Clos Lucé was a subdued one. No-one within the manor found the motivation to speak rather, the servants were cloaked in mournful silence and were frozen in grief, huddling together to give each other comfort. Tonight, the world would loose one of the greatest men to have ever lived.BL - Song of Farewell5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bedroom of Leonardo da Vinci was sparsely lit, candlelight flickering and casting skipping shadows in the entire room, the furniture dipped in a deep contrast of dark and light and coming alive with the movement of the flames. The atmosphere was so tense and eerie that Francesco Melzi sought refuge near the brightest area of the room on a chair beside the bed, where the aged Leonardo lay, faded blue eyes staring at the ceiling weakly as his body valiantly tried to fight the one mystery he had yet not unveiled.
Francesco gave his old Maestro and friend a saddened look. It was unbelievable to him that the energetic man had been reduced to this, b
-AC II : From Hate...-o~o~o~o--Beginning synchronization-- ~o~o~o~o-AC II : From Hate...-6 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