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
Credere e' VivereEzio knew he was going to miss. He knew that with certainty when he felt his shoulder give and staggered, gasping. His sword dropped from his hand as he clutched at the arrow half buried in his shoulder. He watched it all happen in slow motion, in utter disbelief. He'd not known the archers were anywhere near. Had had no inkling that there were archers at all. He gritted his teeth, fingers slick with blood, as he glared at the soldiers who moved closer weaving their weapons back and forth in menacing arcs.Credere e' Vivere5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Assassin fought like a feral beast, winded or not, injured or not. He was a handful and that was no mistake. Estefano Reggio swore as his men died around him. The bastard was covered in blood and knives head to foot, seemingly pulling the shiny sleek blades out of thin air. If he'd not known better Estefano would have said the Assassin employed magic. But how magical was a man who stumbled and bled and gasped with every stroke? He was mortal. And this day of Christmas he would di
All the Happy Days (1) "Father."All the Happy Days (1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Malik looked up to see his son, Tazim, peeking at him through the bars of his cell. "Tazim!" he scrambled up with a start, his old and worn down body not taking the reaction well. He had to stop for a moment to steady himself. Tazim's eyes burned hatred. But not focused on Malik, focused on the people who did this to him. The men and women that used to be so noble..now they just do what fear, and Abbas, tells them to. The people who took his father, labeled him as a traitor with no proof, and kept him barely alive in a cell. Malik stumbled to the bars and leaned against them. Tazim grasped his father's hand tightly, and spoke softly, so as not to wake the guards. "Father, Altair has returned." Malik nodded once. "I've heard them talking. I knew someday he would."
Tazim's eyes flicked over his shoulder at the sound of men approaching. He turned back and met his father's eyes. "Go, my son," Malik said wi
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
Running Chp 4 updatedClaudia nearly made it passed him when Mario grabbed her arm.Running Chp 4 updated5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked, his voice suddenly serious.
"If you're not going out to look for Ezio, then I will!" She answered, trying to break free of his grip.
"No, you are NOT going out there. I will." Mario replied. "Stay here with your mother. Keep an eye on her. I will find your brother." He finished, pointing her back inside.
"Bu--" Claudia tried, only to be cut off.
"Claudia." Mario spoke sternly, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Fine." She replied, obviously upset. She hated being told no, but she knew her uncle was right. She stared up at him for a moment and then nodded, before going back inside.
"Very good. I will be back with your brother soon." He finished quickly, before running off.
Mario hurried to the front gates of Monteriggioni and climbed onto the first horse he saw, and was about to take off when he thought for a moment. He grabbed the reigns of a second horse, just in case,
RunningEzio checked on his mother and sister for the seventh time now, making sure they were both okay. The three had made it to the villa in Monterrigioni, with Mario's help, not more than two hours ago. It was late now, the moon already having made it's way high into the night sky. Its light cast an eerie glow over everything, Ezio noticed, as he walked towards the front door. His hood down, he looked up into the sky, as if searching for answers. It had been more than a day since his father and brothers had been executed, and just as long that his mother his poor mother, had spoken a word. She still seemed to be in shock from the event. Ezio did not blame her, but he was worried. Nothing he or anyone else said had any effect on her, and she continued to sit there silently.Running5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Claudia had taken things a little better, at least. Being given something to do helped to keep her mind off what had happened, even if just a little.
He let out a frustrated sigh, his fist slamming into the wooden do
[AC] Rules of The FarmMiles的農場生活管理條例（Desmond十六歲前適用）[AC] Rules of The Farm3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BeautifulBeautiful5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
All the Happy Days (3)"Who is coming?" Malik coughed and Maria helped him sit up. Maria didn't respond. Instead she focused on dressing Malik warmly. Malik's legs shook, but he held firm, staring at the woman who seemed to want to make his life difficult. "Staring is not going to make me talk," she growled, "Let's just say that you need to leave before you're killed." Malik wasn't worried, but his interest sparked. "Killed? It's Abbas," he nodded to himself. Maria again lapsed into silence and tied a warm coat around him. She straitened herself, smoothed out her dress, then turned to the door. "Follow," she instructed and swept out the door. Malik wrinkled his nose, but did as he was told.All the Happy Days (3)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Walking was not easy. Malik continually stumbled out of weariness. Maria offered no help only because she knew Malik would not accept it even if he tried. She waited for him with a blank expression. "Whoever wants to kill me," Malik panted, "Will have no trouble catching us at this rate." Maria's eyes grew colder, and
Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 10Accomplish the task set before me. Finish the mission.Wisdom, Sorrow Chapter 107 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had numbed himself so that he could function. It took a considerable amount of energy. It was a coping mechanism, this going through the motions.
Unsurprisingly, there was no ambush in the next village, or the succeeding ones. Their trip had been unremarkable since the Captain had been eliminated. Now at long last it was drawing to a close.
Al Adil tried his best to ply them with coin and baubles for their assistance once they'd reached the fortress gate, going so far as to get angry with their refusal. The man obviously disliked feeling indebted to them. Malik coldly and effectively responded that he could repay them by finding a resolution to the unending bloodshed. Al Adil was set to argue when the trumpets announcing King Richard sounded.
Richard himself came out to welcome the party, going out of his way to appear the great and generous liege that legend was building him up to be.
Altair and Malik hung ba
My Story with Altair:.5 I woke and the first thing I saw was Altairs eyes staring down at mine. He had been laying next to me, propped up on his elbow, his face only a few centimetres from my own.My Story with Altair:.56 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look beautiful when you sleep. He whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Only when I sleep?
Of course. Youre completely hideous otherwise.
I stuck my tongue out at him, and turned away from him in mock indignation, only to hear him chuckle softly. A slight shiver ran through me as I felt him fiddle with my hair and his fingers stroking the back of my neck. I lay my head down more comfortably on the pillow and remember feeling something warm on the back of my neck. He was kissing it, and I could feel his tongue making small circles on my skin.
Reluctantly, I turned back to face him.
Just so you know, I refuse point bl
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,
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
Templar ArcherTemplar Archer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Daughter," Ezio spoke, "you have been doing well in your training. Are you ready for the next step?"
"Yes," said the girl. She wore a doctor's mask, a white coat with a red cape, and a three-corner hat. She was not really Ezio's daughter, she was the daughter of Malfatto the Plague Doctor that Ezio had killed. All her life she had been tortured by Malfatto by being his test subject with new medicines and drugs. Because she had been given so many pain killers, her pain nerves had grown numb, and she could no longer feel physical pain. But when her biological father was killed, Ezio stepped in as her father figure, and she felt as though she actually found her real father.
"We are going to train you next in roof-jumping," Ezio told her. She yawned. She already knew how to roof-jump, it was so easy. But she didn't say that. She just nodded. "Follow me." Ezio climbed up the side of a building, followed by her. "Keep up now, Allora!" He yelled at her. "At your speed the Templars would catc
My story with Altair I scaled the wall, smiling as I heard the intake of breath from an onlooker below. I stood and stretched. This was my place. The roofs were mine. The sun shone on my back, warming me and filling me with the same feeling of freedom I often experienced when I stood on top of things.My story with Altair7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remember hearing a cry from somewhere to my left, followed by angry male voices. I ran towards the edge of the roof and jumped, catching the ledge of another roof. Quickly, I ran towards another wall but did not scale it. Instead, I peered over it, and what I saw made me gasp in shock. A guard and a man in a white robe were locked in combat, high above the streets of Jerusalem.
I remember the guard threatening the man. You will pay for your sins! he cried. I remember the man laughing at the guards frustration. Ala rislika. I heard him say, before the guard grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and threw him to the ground. W
All the Happy Days (5)Years passed. No one had heard from Altair or Darim since they fled, though some claimed to see them traveling in unsuspecting clothing. They never returned to Masyaf, and again the people felt betrayed by their greatest leader. Many fell away from the Creed without protest and in to Abbas' warped vision of the Brotherhood. Though, some still wondered. Some never questioned. And some even rebelled.All the Happy Days (5)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tazim knelt on the ground in front of Abbas. His hands were bound by rope behind his back, and his longish jet black hair hung tousled in his face. The deep wound, produced by Abbas' loyalists, still bled steadily from his shoulder. Isn't this nice? Tazim laughed bitterly, staring at the floor. "What is there to laugh about?" Abbas frowned, "You certainly take after your father. That man was insane beyond any belief. It was a good thing I had him killed all those years ago." Tazim went deathly silent. Abbas grinned at him sneeringly and crouched down in front of Tazim. "You look li
New Hope (SPN x SkinWalker!Reader) Chapter 1 You were new to this kind of thing and you disliked the taste of it. Running with your pack was good, but, they treated you like shit. You wanted to give up, maybe go to a new pack. But, you couldn't. They marked you, everyone had a scar so that the pack could tell who the members were. Other packs would either try to kill you or chase you off because of it. They had damned you, other packs wouldn't let you join because of it. Your scar was a large 'X' that ran down your back. There was one more feature that made you unique. You were in love. You were in love with humanity and all it's perks. But, you being a skinwalker, made it that much difficult to stay pure. You were disgusted by the fact that your pack would sometimes eat human flesh. You would rather stick to the deer flesh that was so common to you.New Hope (SPN x SkinWalker!Reader) Chapter 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sat against the tree as you covered you face in your hands, your (h/c) hair fell over your hands, your (e/c) eyes were closed. Once again, you screwed up on a hunt.
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.Forgiveness4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Malik turned h
My Story with Altair:.8The surgery was not going well.My Story with Altair:.84 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Light doses of herbal anaesthetic had failed to render Nabila into a painless stupor, defying the surgeons' expectations of her tolerance to the drug's power.
She was still very much awake, flinching away from every touch, hissing like an enraged snake at anyone's attempt to touch the dagger's hilt. The once grey table she lay upon was now horribly bloodied, the gaping gash across her middle spewing blood. Struggling against the hands which held her down, Nabila writhed in torturous agony as yet another surgeon attempted to remove the dagger from her shoulder. He managed to nudge it, and though the touch was light, Nabila let loose a spine-chilling howl of absolute agony, her back arching off the table and veins in her neck bulging. He instantly pulled his hand away, glancing worriedly at his colleagues.
A silence fell, punctuated only by the soft whisper of one doctor's robes ghosting across the floor as he moved towards a cabinet and wrenched it open.
The Lady and the Warrior- Chapter 1The Lady and the Warrior- Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You don't know…You can't understand. …They beguile me with fantastical visions. In my dream, I'm at Mount Vernon during the war." unsettled Washington got up to his feet. "In fact, in the dream, there is no war; I stay with Martha, tending to my fields. Peaceful and content."
"It sounds like a paradise". Connor averted, disbelieving that a man like him, could be disturbed by dreams, and not understanding what would be so worrying in a dream, where there is peace.
"No they don't stop there." Washington continued. "The peace of the visions pushes me to-" he stopped to gather his thoughts. "The dreams become unspeakable. You are in them, Connor. I believe the visions come from this." He took out a round object from his pocket. Connor got up to his feet as soon as soon as he saw it.
"Where did you get this?" a woman's resolute voice coming from the dark forest reached men's ears .
Aveline neared to them, her dark, almost black eyes on the cause of Washington's worri
01. Hunt [Fic]01. Hunt [Fic]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the most difficult part. It was crucial to success; silence. Even the smallest scrape of his boot against the bark of the tree would alert attention, and attention was something he could not afford. There was a bear not too far ahead, a grizzly that pounded the very Earth back into place when it padded about in search for food.
Connor was perched in the crook of a branch not too far away, keeping his eyes locked on the mass of brown fur with obvious interest. He was a killer straight through, a true hunter.
Thing was, animals weren't the only things he hunted.
Connor leapt from the tree and tucked his body inwards towards his chest, still as silent as the grave even as he rolled through the snow behind the bear. Fluffy white flakes of the season sprang up around him and made it snow all over again.
The grizzly soon became the hunted the moment Connor's dagger sank true right in the base of the animal's spine, both paralyzing and instantly killing it.
There was little blood whe
My Story with Altair:.4 I dreamt I was in the sky. The sun over me was hot. It burned. The wind buffeted me this way and that, and I fell to my knees. I was kneeling on air. I looked down. The land below looked so far away. It was hazy and blurred. The clouds were in the way.My Story with Altair:.47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And then I fell. I screamed as I plummeted down to my death. I could hear the Master cackling in the distance. I clamped my hands over my ears. But it wasnt enough. I couldnt block it out. I was going to splinter on the ground. Become broken into a thousand irreparable pieces. I was going to die.
And then the dream changed.
I was walking within the streets of Jerusalem. It was night, and the crickets were chirping loudly. I turned into the street that was the market. People were still buying and selling. A little girl huddled close to a wall, crouching, hands outstretched, begging for money. She was covered in filth, her hair matted and plastered to her f
Death OfDeath Of4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had invaded Masyaf with no warning.
The Templars sliced first through the village, killing almost everyone in the streets. Those who were in their homes were dragged out and murdered. The woman were raped and left in the bloodied roads. The children were thrown off the cliffs.
The assassins fought like they never had before. Time soon found Altair and Malik fighting back to back, their blades twirling in a dance of death. The master assassin blocked a sword with his short blade, pushing it aside and giving the Templar a blow to the head, throwing him back and to the ground. Another took up his position, ready to strike at the best moment. Malik was faring no better, there were simply too many of the enemy to take down. An exceptionally loud clang of steel against steel made him turn for a split second. Altair and a Templar guard were locked in a deadly dance. The master assassin was oblivious to the impending doom to his right. The enemy raised his blade, bringing down with a sile
QuarrelJanuary 29th, 1778, Aboard the AquilaQuarrel2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Haytham woke the details of his dreams slipped away alarmingly fast. As he opened his eyes he remembered little more than flames, the acrid smell of burning, and the haunting words spoken by his son only two days prior.
He didn't know what to think of the news. There was some sorrow of course, but though he had loved Ziio, she had left his life two decades ago. Maybe there was some disappointment, that Charles and the others had ignored his orders, leading to the creation of their greatest enemy today. But what disturbed him the most was simply the expression on his son's face when Connor had said those words. So much frustration and hate distorting those features so like his mothers and Haytham's own.
Haytham sat up, looking around the small room he'd been given for the trip. The Aquila was not a ship designed with comfort in mind, with the "room" being barely large enough for his bed, a ches