Willoffire123: I don't own Assassin's Creed.

Ezio: Indeed you don't. Bella Signora.

Altair: We own ourselves.

Conner:…

Edward: Why are we even here?

Willoffire123: Because I said so. Now, on with the chapter!

Altair woke to a spinning head and his new brother shouting in his face.

"Altair! Altair!" said the assassin, vigorously shaking his friend awake.

"Get off me, Ezio! I'm fine," said Altair, pushing the Italian assassin off him.

"Mi dispiace, Altair," Ezio apologized. "I only wanted to make sure you were not dead."

Ignoring his still spinning head, Altair waved off Ezio's concerns once more. "I told you, I'm fine. Anyway, where are we?"

"Don't you remember?" asked Ezio, still looking at him with concern. He pointed to a cliff very far above where they now stood. "The guards chased us to the edge of that cliff. We performed a Leap of Faith. It would appear that the only thing here to break our fall were these boulders."

"Whose idea was that, anyway?" Altair asked, annoyed. The fall had most likely given him a concussion, and he was itching to berate the one responsible for it.

"I think it kind of just happened, fratello mio," said Ezio. "But Conner jumped first."

Ezio and Altair looked at each other for a good minute before saying, in unison,

"CONNOR!"

"Fan out and search for him," ordered Altair.

"Si," said Ezio.

Altair darted from boulder to boulder, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head to search frantically for any hint of red, white or blue.

"Altair, over here!" called Ezio.

With a feeling of growing dread, Altair picked his way over to Ezio. He knew something was very wrong when Ezio spoke in only English. Ezio's speech pattern was normally a blend of English and Italian, save for when he was really anxious.

Altair found Ezio crouched by the side of a boulder and some logs. To his great horror, Conner was there too, a log protruding from his abdomen.

"What do we do?" demanded Ezio.

"Conner, grunt if you can still hear me," ordered Altair.

To his relief, Conner squinched up his face in pain, and groaned in reply.

"We have to try and move him," said Altair.

"To where? We can't exactly take him back that way," said Ezio, jabbing a finger at the cliff.

"We'll take him back to the Assassin's Bureau," said Altair. "Malik can fix him up. Leonardo and Edward should be waiting there as well."

"Va bene," said Ezio. "Shall we move him then?"

"We can't exactly carry him like this," said Altair. He picked up a long log and held it out to Ezio. "Care to do the honors?"

Ezio grinned, took out his sword, and split the log cleanly in half with one strike.

"We need at least five of these, and some rope," said Altair. "The logs all have to be roughly the same size."

"Then allow me," said Ezio.

Connor groaned.

"Hurry, Ezio," Altair urged. "He's loosing a lot of blood."

"Where am I supposed to find rope?" Ezio complained.

"Rope…darts," groaned Connor.

"Connor has rope darts," said Altair, digging around in Connor's pouches. "I'm sorry, buddy, I know it hurts. We'll get you help soon though, don't worry. Aha!"

Altair pulled out a fistful of rope, the daggers on the ends jangling together like wind chimes.

In no time at all, Ezio had fashioned a makeshift stretcher out of split logs and rope darts. At Altair's insistence, he carved a small hole in the stretcher for the log to stick out of.

"Now let's get him out of there," said Altair.

"Shouldn't we remove the log?" said Ezio. "He's loosing a lot of blood. Plus, we can't move at our normal speed if we're carrying him. The Assassin's Bureau isn't exactly right around the corner, mi amico."

"If we remove it now, he'll loose even more blood, even quicker," said Altair. "No, we need to get him to Malik. Now come on, lets get him on the stretcher."

It was at that moment when the two assassins bent over to pick up their fallen friend that they realized just how dire their situation was.

"His left leg is trapped…" said Ezio.

"Under the boulder…" said Altair.

The two looked at each other in horror.

"What do we do?" said Ezio in panic.

"We need to move the boulder off of him," said Altair.

With one push from Ezio, the boulder went tumbling off their little hill and hit a tree behind them.

"Figlio di puttana," Ezio cursed. "His leg doesn't look good."

"All the more reason for us to get him to Malik," said Altair. "Now help me lift him."

"Connor, fratellino, this is going to hurt," said Ezio.

"Now!" said Altair. The two assassins lifted Connor as gently as they could, and placed him on the stretcher.

Connor howled in pain.

"Sshh, sshh," shushed Altair. "It's alright now, Connor. We're going to go and find you help. But you need to be more quiet so the guards don't come back."

Connor made no notion that he understood, but his howls died down, and he lay still on his stretcher.

"Alright, let's go," said Altair.

They headed off in the direction of Jerusalem, where Malik, Leonardo and Edward were waiting.

"Edward's going to have a fit," said Ezio.

"I know," Altair grumbled.

After that, the two walked in silence. Ezio, bringing up the rear, kept watch over Connor. The three of them, he, Altair and Connor hadn't known each other for very long, but they already thought of each other as brothers. Naturally, Ezio was very concerned for his youngest new brother.

Altair stopped without Ezio noticing, causing the stretcher to jolt suddenly.

"Ezio," Connor moaned.

"Mi dispiace, fratello mio," said Ezio. "Altair, why have we stopped?"

"We are not alone," said Altair. "Connor, I'm sorry, we have to put you down now."

Very gently, the two assassins lowered their little brother to the ground, consequentially jostling the log in his chest.

Connor screamed, and the attackers broke into the clearing.

Altair and Ezio stood protectively around Connor with their backs to him.

Altair used his Eagle Vision to see that the attackers were specifically after them. "What do you want?" demanded Ezio.

"Little birdie told us about your super power, Ezio Auditore," said one of the attackers.

"In fact, all three of you appear to have the same, fancy eyes," said a second one facing Altair.

"We'd just love to cut 'em out," said the third.

"Why don't we start with the one on the ground, shall we boys?" said the first one, drawing his knife. "He doesn't seem long for the world anyway. Why not put his pretty little eyes to good use, by earning us some good cash?"

Altair and Ezio both crouched into fighting stances.

"Over my dead body," growled Altair.

"Quello che ha detto," snarled Ezio.

"Ezio, you're doing that thing when you're mad when you switch back to Italian," said Altair in amusement.

"Does it really matter right now?" said Ezio. "We need to focus on saving our eyeballs."

"One each, then team up for the last one?" suggested Altair.

"Agreed," said Ezio.

Ezio sliced his opponent's throat in under three minutes, then turned to see Altair on the ground, clutching his head, his dead opponent gushing blood from his stomach. The third and final opponent bore down on Altair like a vulture, carving knife in hand.

"Altair!" shouted Ezio.

Altair rolled out of the way in time for a corpse to hit the ground, Connor's tomahawk buried in his back.

Blood spattered the ground, staining Altair's robe a deep crimson.

Ezio helped Altair to his feet. "Are you alright?"

"I think I might have hit my head harder than I thought during that fall," Altair said faintly. "But I'll be fine. I'll have Malik fix it once he's done with Connor."

"Dio mio!" said Ezio. "Connor!"

It was obvious that Connor had used up all of his remaining energy to sit up and throw his tomahawk, and he simply gazed up imploringly at his two older brothers to make the pain stop.

"It's alright, Connor," said Altair. "We're almost there now. We're going to pick you up now, so we need you to lie back down again."

They didn't wait for an answer, instead lifting the stretcher off the ground to allow him to lie down without jostling the log in his stomach.

"Let's go," said Altair.

"Wait! His tomahawk!" said Ezio. In one swift motion, he kick flipped the tomahawk, grabbed it with his teeth, and dropped it into a hoister on his belt.

"Smooth," said Altair. "Now let's go."

Before long, the gilded walls of Jerusalem city loomed out of the forest, bringing great relief to both Ezio and Altair.

That is, until they saw the guards at the entrance.

"What are we going to do?" said Ezio once they'd hidden themselves in the stables.

"I usually blend with the monks to enter the city," said Altair, deep in thought. "But that won't work with your robe, and we can't blend with them if we're carrying Connor."

Ezio gaped at him in disbelief. "Blending with monks? That is the signal stupidest thing I have ever heard of in my entire life."

"Well these guards are pretty stupid, okay?" snapped Altair. "If you're so smart, how do you suggest we enter the city without being detected. We can't exactly kill all the guards because it will take us an hour that Connor does not have to get away. They may not be smart, but they are everywhere, and the city is not that big."

Ezio poked his head outside, then ducked back inside, grinning. "Do you have any gold?"

In the short period of time that Altair had known Ezio, he had learned that it was best to just go with the flow whenever Ezio got one of his ideas. Altair tossed him a pouch of gold, no questions asked.

"Grazi, fratello mio," said Ezio. "Listen closely. This is how we do it in Firenze."

Ezio ducked outside again, and Altair heard him speaking to a man outside the stables.

"Thank you, Signore," Altair heard Ezio say. "We will approach the gates. Wait for my signal."

"What was that all about?" Altair asked curiously as Ezio ducked back into the stables.

Ezio grinned. "You'll see."

"Better make it fast," said Altair worriedly. "Connor's lost consciousness."

The two assassins picked up Connor and approached the gate.

"Now!" said Ezio. "Give them something to think about."

To Altair's great astonishment, a group of men ran headfirst at the guards, knocking them over. Altair saw sacks of gold leave their owners and find their way into the thieves' hands. The thieves turned on their heels and fled back the way Altair and Ezio had come, the guards in hot pursuit.

"CATCH THEM!"

"HERETICS!"

"DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!"

"DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!"

"Nice," said Altair.
"Better than blending with monks?" Ezio challenged.

"Don't push it, pretty boy," said Altair. "Now, let's get moving. The Assassin's Bureau is in the heart of the city."

Willoffire123: I heart Assassin's Creed

Connor: Fangirl

Willoffire123: Weren't you supposed to be dying?

Connor: Yes

Willoffire123: Then go die somewhere else.

Ezio: Here are my translations:

Mi dispiace- sorry, my apologies

Fratello mio- my brother

Va bene- very well

Si- Yes

Mi amico- my friend

Figlio di puttana- son of a bitch

Fratellino- little brother

Quello che ha detto- what he said

Dio mio- my god

Grazi- Thank you

Firenze- Florence

Signore- Sir

Bella Signora- Beautiful lady

Malik: I don't get it. Why are Leonardo and Ezio the only ones speaking in their native language? You don't hear me and Altair speaking in Arabic, or Edward in Welsh, or Connor in Mohawk!

Ezio: We're just special, right, Leonardo?

Leonardo: Si, mi amico.

Edward: Tan y tro nesaf!