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What Malik Left BehindMalik sat in the Assassin's Bureau, twirling the end of a feather in his only one hand. The dried blood sat uncomfortably on the tips of the once bird feather. He could feel a breeze, but it was warm and not very refreshing. The memory he was repeating was clear as crystal water on a summer day. All the screaming. Altair being thrown out. The crusaders. Kadar.

Malik gripped the feather tighter, causing it to snap and flutter to the floor. He slammed a fist on the desk where his map lay as the feather so delicately hit the floor. His fingers dug into the palm of his hand and he found himself trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed i

AlexDes Highschool pt.1 Desmond Miles burst though the door of his History class. "Mr. Miles, you are fifteen minutes late!" Shouted his teacher Mr. Malik.
"I'm sorry, sir."
The historian and engineer teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Take you seat, Mr. Miles."
"Yes sir…" he mumbled.
He took his seat next to his friends Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. "Second time this week, Desmond, and its only Thursday," Rebecca teased.
Desmond sighed. "Ezio and Altiar have me cramming for something called the Brotherhood, I think it's a family thing."
Shaun shrugged. "Well all you missed was the fascinating history of The Cold War, mostly ju

This Can't Be RealPROTOTYPE
"ZEUS!" Dana yelled as she watched him growl in pain. She saw a silver blade stab threw his stomach and a black liquid pour out of his stomach. "These stupid Blackwatch." He snarled as he turned his arm into a blade and cut off the head of former Blackwatch member. She watched as blood shot out of the neck and the head falling out of the sky, cracking its head open on the blood stained sidewalk, letting out more of its red color. Dana covered her eyes at the gruesome site and felt like she was gonna puke. She felt her knees wobble as she loaded her gun and aimed it at other Blackwatchsoldiers, surrounding them. She watc

Namesake"Hey! Get your hands off that, it's mine!"

Malik turned as Altair's eldest child leaped at the youngest, tackling him to the ground, a piece of bread visible as it flew from the child's hands. Altair started forward, grabbing both boys off of each other while Malik suppressed a grin. They were both harmless to each other, really, but they certainly were like their father. Kadar, Altair's eldest turned to the table, hiding his red face after seeing that Malik had arrived, but Jean, the youngest ran to him as soon as he saw Malik, arms outstretched and a wide grin on his face.

"Uncle! You're back!" Malik bent down to hug him, patting Jean on

"Please Forgive me, Malik" If only. If only he was smarter then. Wiser. Why, why did he have to be so stupid? And Malik paid such a high price. Kadar, poor Kadar. He paid the highest price of all: his young life. So many regrets, so many innocent lives.So much pain. So much hurt.

He knew that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't give Malik back his arm or revive Kadar,but his heart wrenched every single time he saw that familiar tanned face. He would give anything to right those wrongs,but he knew an opportunity like that would never surface. Even so he hoped. Hoped for a chance to redeem himself.

DanaXZeusZEUSXDana
Dana rubbed the sides of her temples as she stared at the computer, for the last 12 hours. She sighed as she rested her hand against her cheek. She kept on scrolling down to read the documents from Blacklight. Dana glared at the screen. "Nothing interesting in here that can help," she sighed as she leaned back against the seat and rubbed her head tiredly. "God I need to breathe." She mumbled as she turned off the laptop and spinned around in her spinning chair. She let her red sneakers drop to the cold, cracked ground as she stopped to gaze at the gray room. She scanned the cracked walls, the facts,maps, and pictures on them and t

Malik Al Sayr: Shambles“I want the journals, Malik.”

I stared up from the book I’d been reading with cold steel knot in my belly by the hour to see a ghost of a man standing in the doorway, leaning on the side with one shaking arm. The man was more scarecrow than human, the once vigorous frame racked with pain and wounds I could only imagine. And I had a share of my own too. The left arm still wanted acknowledgment of its ghostly existence. But the once empty place in my heart, where my brother had dwelt until his death, battered, sore, was now again filled. The walking corpse in the doorway to my chambers filled that void. It was Altair.

Out of a

We Must Live OnThe Bureau was too quiet on an evening like this. It was so quiet that galloping horses could be heard in the distance. The sound of the approaching enemy.

Crusaders.

Infidels.
Malik shuddered. It wouldn't be long until those damned Europeans were upon them, waging war for an unjust cause. How many more innocents will die before the week's end? He slammed his fist down in anger. The sound echoed throughout the empty room. It was too quiet.

There was a crash of thunder outside. Malik started.

"Rain? In Jerusalem?" he wondered aloud.

Suddenly a voice came from the shadows behind him.

"Rain foretells doom."

Malik whipped around to

Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.

"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.

Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.

Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the g

A Year Gone ByA Year Gone By:

"Did you... Want me to stay, bro-"

"Go away, Altaïr." He could see the hurt in his amber eyes.

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He stirred in his light sleep, bare torso lightly sheened in a cold sweat, shining in the solemn Jerusalem moon that loomed high in the midnight sky, curvaceous surface visible to the naked eye. Subtle nightmares plagued him, as always, intangible but enough to leave the slightest mind scar, scars he didn't think he would ever be able to escape from, scars that ran deeper than the ones marring his flesh, those rend into his amputated limb. His brow quivered, kicking off the light blanket over him down around his waist. He

Crossed times -Alex-Altair fic

Crossed Times

Chapter 1: First meeting

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Altiar was defiantly the weirdest men Alex Mercer had ever met.

That was one of the first things Alex mercer found out about he assassin; though if he'd had his way he wouldn't have known anything at all because he wouldn't have taken the man into their hideout; it was Dana; his younger sister, who convinced him to help the other.

When they first met Altair he was wearing strange clothing he was severely wounded and was unconscious, Dana had insisted Alex carry the injured man to Ragland to be fixed up; she had a much kinder heart that Alex ever had and grudgingly he obeyed his sister,

Two of a Kind - SEVEN

SEVEN: Misunderstood

Siren must have flown day and night before she began to descend. Altair had been drifting in and out of conscious for most of the night and by the time the sun began to raise, his neck and back ached from the constant jostle from when the girl would back or increase her altitude.
The assassin looked over his shoulder as Siren lowered more and more in the sky, and noticed that were over another city. The buildings weren't as large as in New York, and the teen lightened down on one of the tallest of them. From the roof's door burst a small centaury of soldiers who were dressed in all white instead of black like the grunt

Two of a Kind - SIX

SIX: The Siren's Confession

Another week and a half passed, and Alex would disappear again and again, only re-appearing once every other day or so to relay information to Dana or rest. But with each visit he always sat with Altair on the building's edge and talked with him. Even if it was only about half an hour of interaction, both men seemed to enjoy each other's company more and more as the days went on. Soon they knew a lot about one another, and were completely aware of the other's situation before the present dilemma.
After Dana had showed Altair how to use the internet, he used her laptop almost constantly when she was using the main

Two of a Kind: TWO

TWO: Coming to Terms

Alex had been awake all night. It was the constant screams and chattering voices that filled his head with every consumed individual, military and civilian alike. But it seemed that now that the virus inhabited his body, it was like he didn't need sleep. Not since he'd woken up in the morgue.
He wondered about what he heard from the military guards. Unexplained electrical currents had knocked out their virus detection equipment, and he was able to sneak right into a base and get some higher knowledge of weapons and plans for retaliation.
After that he decided to return to the safe house to make sure the stranger hadn't

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Don't Fall Asleep On Me

by ~jojo66654321789, Nov 12, 2011, 5:44:23 PM
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Malik furiously dodged the sliver blade as it dashed toward his neck and stabbed the Templar's gut and withdrew his bloody sword. He watched as more Templars circled around him and was getting weary of fighting them all. His brown eyes scanned the brick wall to see his younger brother, Kadar, hop over a wall after another. Swinging from the low lit heat lamps form the ceiling. Trying to reach the Apple of Eden across the other side of the giant wall. Malik attention turned back to another Templar as it drew out its sword. Malik watched as it charged forward and he easily moved out of the way and sweeped the fool and stabbed him while he was down. Malik, the trained assassin he was, easily took more of them down but was reaching his limit. More and more Templar's were coming and it was all because of Altair. Altair foolishly tried a direct attack on the Leader of the Templars and failed at doing so. And just like that he left them to defend themselves. Malik ears perked up as he heard a yelp of fear. Malik's eyes widened in terror as he saw Kadar get stabbed in the arm causing him to drop his sword.
"Kadar!" Malik yelled as he clashed his sword with a Templar's blade.
Kadar looked down, his blue eyes were filled with fear. "Brother!" Kadar called out as he tried to pick up his sword with his good arm and to kill off some of the Templars that were starting to surround him up on the top of the wall.
Malik growled in anger and annoyance as he slashed his blade over a Templar's neck and stabbed another repeatedly in the stomach. Trying to get to his brother. "Kadar!" Malik called out again as he pushed the Templars out of his way to try to climb up the stairs to him.
Kadar watched Malik climb up the old stairs to him and Kadar turned around to run to his brother for help. "Bro-" were the only words that slipped out of his mouth. For he felt the sharp blade pierce his skin all the way through his back and out to the other side of his stomach. Kadar watched Malik's joyful face twist into an expression of fear and terror as Kadar felt a tight pain in his chest and felt the hot liquid of blood pour out of his mouth onto the floor. The world turning black.
Malik screamed out his brother's name as he watched his brother blood spill over the cracked floor and his body fall to the ground. Malik felt that his heart had been ripped out his chest as he watched his brother die. Malik let his anger pour out of him as he drew out his blade and slashed threw Templar's one by one. Trying to reach to his brothers' lifeless body. A Templar quickly stabbed Malik in the arm repeatedly, trying to make him drop his blade. But Malik was full of sorrow and hatred that he felt no pain and killed the Templar in blind rage. Malik kept slashing his way through the Templar's feeling there blood splatter all over him, mixing with his own spilling out. Malik didn't stop until all of them were dead. He let out slow breathing as he scanned the red painted floor of the cave and the piles of dead Templars covering half the floor. Malik tiredly dropped his bloody sword and staggered to his brothers' unmoving body. Each step he took echo through the still cave, and each step made him feel the pain in his heart.
"Kadar...I did it." Malik croaked as he felt his eyes turning wet. He stumbled toward Kadars' body and let himself fall to his knees.
"Wake up..Kadar....please wakeup." Malik sobbed as he felt tears roll down his cheeks.
Malik's blood stained hands started shaking as he lifted them up and let them reach his brother's neck, searching for a heartbeat. He found none.
Knowing that his brother was now gone. Malik's face turned to a expression of sorrow as he screamed out his brother name. Calling out for an answer, a savior, but there was no reply.
Malik felt tears move faster down his face and splatter down onto his pale brother.Yet the tears did not stop and the calls of his brother's name echoed through out the cave.