DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
A/n: This idea came after reading a few Malik-Centric fics and found that one of them reminded me of a kid back in my home town who was in the same situation. He (meaning the kid) had lost his arm at the age of 11 and had to learn how to do things with only one arm. He can do martial arts, Kempo, Karate, and Hapkido, draw, play music, and do domestic chores all on his own. I was his tutor in the local art class at the time and he liked the way I used only one hand to draw. (His arm was amputated on his left side just like Malik's) So when I taught him the trick he still uses it today.
Now at the age of 18 which is like years after his lost his arm in a car accident I often wondered what became of him. I was there most of the time when he was going through all that recovery process since myself and my step mother used to deal with kids with mental or physical problems. (My step Mother works for the Department of Health's Disabilities Division). Myself having ADHD and can't take pills have different problems of my own but I've learned to overcome them without the help of drugs. This kid did the same with the loss of his arm.
Now I've heard that he is on his own going through college on the Mainland and I think has a girl friend now if I recall.
Anyways that kid was my main inspiration to do this story for those of you who like Malik in all his splendor I hope this satisfies you. Please remember constructive criticism is welcome just no flamers or outright haters if you don't like then just don't read it!
This is the rewritten chapter Prologue and I want to thank my beta for helping me. If only someone can give me some actual fanart...hhhhmmmmmm!
On Broken Wings
Prologue: Breaking In
Baby, don't understand
Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands?
This time might be the last if fear unless
I make it all too clear I need you so, oh
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in
Take these broken wings
Mr. Mister - Broken Wings
You know, it's funny. If someone told you that the man you found lying half dead in your home would be the one to change your life forever, you would probably laugh in their face and tell them to screw off. But, let's face it. Life here ain't all shit's and giggles; sunshine and unicorns. It typically isn't when you live in the 21st century. What, with mounting bills, threats of foreclosure, and people losing their jobs, you generally don't have the time for things that just up and spring into your life. Ergo, common sense usually hit's you like a gong beater and tells you to call the police when a guy spontaneously appears in your living room. Even if they take bloody fucking forever to arrive.
Or at least... Forever to Evelyn Makekau.
Evelyn had just returned home from another hard day at work. Her clothes were filthy, and she smelled of something she couldn't, and really didn't want to identify, and she was in an extremely foul mood. She was the current owner of a very run down house; paid for using some money left to her in her grandfather's will. She'd have preferred to not use the money left to her, however one of the conditions to receiving the money in the first place was that she buy a house for herself; to get herself out from under the oppressing thumb of her parents.
Her parents were nice people and all, but like her, they had financial trouble. The only reason that Evelyn had been living with them in the first place was she didn't have the cash to get a place of her own. All of her money was spent on old college bills, and helping her parents out.
It was a vice. Her parents were greedy, spending any extra money they happened to have on lavish things they really didn't need. Then they would fawn over her grandparents like they were Eden's forbidden fruit, just waiting for the day they passed so they would inherit everything. Money and all.
Thus the reason they got nothing at all.
It was the same with her aunts and uncles. They all wanted her grandfather's money, but they got not a dime of it. And even though the old man had lived a humble life in his little house by the sea, he'd wanted nothing to do with his children; spoiled by their inherent greed, and when Evelyn's grandmother passed away, all of her aunts and uncles swooped in like hungry vultures for the money.
Instead, the money went to her grandfather, and toward his own life insurance.
End of story.
So, when the old man finally died at the age of 87, he knew that the money had to go to someone.
So he gave it to his grandchildren.
Thankfully, said grandchildren wanted nothing to do with their grandfather's hidden wealth. All they wanted was for the old man to be happy. They would be over daily, helping with his garden and daily needs, while also fixing up his little house. Evelyn was among one of the eldest. She and the girls would tend to the housekeeping, since the old man was always too busy to do it himself, while the boys saw to the yard-work and the workshop. What their grandfather was always so busy with? He was a retired mechanic and metal work artist. He was always into his work, seeing to how he could make something look factory new, even if it was over a century in age. The old man had been a mechanical genius, and after 60 years of working with cars, he'd been able to tell what was wrong with one by sound alone; all without the help of computers.
Evelyn even had a picture of him and all of them together. The grandchildren; even great-grandchildren.
The old man had left the money to them on the condition that they use it to get a house. If it was old, they were to fix it up and make it theirs. If they rented, that was their choice as well. But it had to be their own home. Something Evelyn was glad for.
She had bought a rather run down home just six months prior, just outside of Kailua Kona; a small town overshadowed by Mt Hualalai. Located on the western side of the Big Island of Hawai'i. It had a long, winding driveway lined with Ohia Lehua trees, even though the area was dry and arid. She bought the place for the view.
It wasn't a rich house by any standard; not like those further into town, but it was small and she was determined to make it hers. Even if there was paint peeling in places and spots where the floor was rotted through.
It just needed some TLC and some elbow grease.
She glanced around, taking in the night air as she always loved to do. Her face reflected off the sliding glass door as she fumbled for her keys, but with the motion sensor light on, she found them quickly. Turning the lock and letting herself in, the smell immediately hit her.
Something was off.
Before she'd left, she'd cleaned the place up; to try making it more homely and comfortable for when she came home. Now, though? She found the silence quite eerie. Neither her bird, nor her cat was making any noise. That was very unusual, for usually, the cat, Makani would try to play tricks on Sammy the macaw, and the bird would retaliate in kind.
Even in the dark.
When Evelyn flipped the light on, what she found was something she would never be able to forget if she tried.
"My god!"She exclaimed.
The house was in shambles. Things were strewn about as if someone had stumbled into them half drunkenly. Her half-finished bookshelves were knocked askew, and her stuff was all over the floor. And the smell... Phew! Rancid!
But what caught her was the sight of blood.
It was everywhere, dripping from the walls and onto the floor. Shivering, Evelyn moved further into the house, turning more lights on, trying to find anything that could help her locate the source of it.
Fearing that some crazed sunuva had entered her home, she picked up the machete she always kept near the door. She kept it there in case she had to hack away at branches growing too close to her house, but it was very reassuring in that moment in time.
Having grown up in a neighborhood where break-ins were commonplace, Evelyn was no stranger to the concept of having to fight for her home and belongings. She followed the blood trail into the kitchen, machete raised. The blood was even worse there.
It was also where she found him.
The scream that erupted from her throat probably could have woken the dead. She wanted to run as far as possible and not look back again.
There, on the floor, was a man; judging from the build, dressed in some sort of robe. Blood was still gushing from a wound in which is arm was missing; likely a fresh injury from the way it was spraying everywhere.
A low moan was heard from the injured man and Evelyn knew she had to move quickly. Remembering her first aid training from her days as a diver, she ran to the bathroom to gather the needed supplies.
She made a tourniquet around his shoulder, tying it tightly to stem the bleeding; then using the man's sleeve to wrap the injury some, she flicked her hand of the blood and reached for her cellphone. The voice recognition picked up automatically.
"State the number you wish to dial."Came the automated woman's voice.
"911."Was Evelyn's immediate response.
"Dialing..."It rang twice before an operator picked up.
"911, what is your emergency?"The man asked calmly; professionally.
"There is a man on my floor with his arm missing and bleeding all over the place. He needs an ambulance quickly."Evelyn's words were somewhat jumbled as she tried to keep calm.
"Alright. I need an address, and I will have one sent as soon as possible."The operator said. Evelyn gave directions as she checked under the bleeding man's hood for a pulse. It was weak, but there. Pulling the hood off completely gave way to an ashen figure with dark hair, long and unkempt; with a shaggy beard and darkly rimmed eyes.
The sound of sirens filled her ears just moments later. Leaving the man's side, she returned her machete to it's place and stepped outside, waving her arm over her head to catch the attention of the EMTs. Pointing them toward the downed man, she gave her report to the police when they questioned her.
After they took the man away, she finally saw the total extent of the damage. The clean-up was not easy, and she was very glad she didn't have any carpets to ruin. The mess was cleaned in record time, the blood not given the chance to cool and smell.
But underneath it all...
"Are those burn marks?"She asked no one.
Shrugging it off, she set to work, really scrubbing at the blood stains. Evelyn was glad she'd taken the time to call ahead to her workplace, because with the break in, and the clean-up, she wouldn't have made it in on time after she finally got to bed.
As she finished up, Evelyn heard shuffling in another room. Silently fearing there was someone else in her house, even after the cops checked it over, she inched the door open...
Only for a pale ball of feathers to start circling around her head like a demented satellite. It was Sammy the parrot, trying to seek comfort from that great bloody scare. She waited, then plucked the young bird out of the air, setting her down on her own shoulder, petting and humming gently.
Makani chose that time to make his presence known, sliding himself across her legs, rubbing his head against her. Seeing he was looking for comfort as well, Evelyn picked the feline up gently in her arms. Makani purred in contentment, not wanting to be put down again. Seeing no choice, she brought them up to bed with her, the clean-up done and over with.
As she settled down, though, Evelyn's thoughts inevitably turned to the man who's blood had stained her floors in the first place...
Who's life now hangs uncertainly in the balance.
TBC
A/n: Ok I've read alot of fics where Altair was the one who went to the future and met an OC. Well I decided to try something different and write my own time travel story. This one about Malik instead of Altair so it is what if story and hopefully I don't suck too much with it. And I will try my best to edit it. Sorry but no promises remember read and give constructive criticism no flamers.
P.S. I want to thank Shadowed Novice for proofreading this fic I really needed the help. You are da best! (slight pidgin from Hawaii for ya)