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!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
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 4)I'm going to punch him when I find him...!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. 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.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. 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.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?"
AltMal: Mixed Emotions (Ch. 1)-Jerusalem/afternoon-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--"