Title: Until The Angels Save Us All
Author: misledBLOODSHED
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Time: After Al Mualim died :3
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: M (yaoi, male on male action :3)
Pairing: Altaïr/OC
Author's note: Okay there is a lot of bi-lingualness in this story so here are the words I have used so far so you know what they mean:
Je suis désolé - I'm sorry
s'il vous plaît arrêter - Please stop
Sorry if the there not right, I used an online translator….so um yeah =.=;;
Isaias Rasheed kneeled quietly in front of the Templar. His back facing him, wrists chained to the ground. He looked over his shoulder to hear them talking. "An assassin?"
"Yes… He tried to kill the master. He has yet to respond to any of our questions." Both of the Templar's eyed him, his white outfit covered in soot, masking his true identity, his sash had lightened to a soft orangey-yellow over the years he had it. Isaias could tell they had hushed their tones, but their faces did not hide their intentions. He stuttered a deep breath and bit his lip.
One of the guards shouted loudly, ordering for something unknown. Isaias threw his head back, making his hood fall off his head and looked over his shoulder. His light eyes probing the dimly lit room around him, until he noticed a small servant hand the Templar the long leather whip. She glanced at him with sadness in her eyes. He feared of what was to come.
"So you think you can waltz in here-- Try and kill our Master?" He asked, French accent making his words hard to understand. The Templar hung the leather-braided whip in front of him. Tassels hung from the end but, something rather terrible caught his eyes. At the end of the tassels were metal prongs hanging as well. Isaias gulped and looked at the guard, he spit straight into his face.
"Do your worst, I won't break." He smiled, his teeth were yellow and crooked, it disgusted Isaias that he even noticed it in his moment of impending doom.
"Well aren't you just the crudest one yet." He mumbled wiping his face off and proceed to walk behind the assassin. He bit his lip, waiting for it, the torture of just waiting from the whip was agonizing. But then, it began, the metal prongs tore through his soot covered clothing. The most he could do was sit there in take it without making a noise just so they wouldn't have the satisfaction of his degrading beating.
"Altair Ibn La-Ahad!" Malik shouted loudly while walking into the gardens behind the fortress only to find the master assassin laying in the grass, he looked up from the saying green.
"Yes Malik Al-Sayr?" He taunted back with a slight grin to his new Fortress Master. Malik glared at his friend and shifted himself.
"There is a situation in Acre. One of your brothers have failed at a mission of slaying Dieudonné Lefebvre. Go to Acre, get the job done." He snorted. Altair glared at the older assassin.
"Fine, I expect a feast on my return." Altair said with a smile getting up. Malik glared even harder.
"No, now get going!" He shouted kicking dirt at the master assassin as he darted by him, laughing.
Altair quietly made his way over the tops of roofs, it was early morning when he had arrived in Acre, already had dropped by the bureau for the information, he headed for Dieudonné's jurisdiction of the city. Altair was disappointed in the lack of guards around the large building, it was just begging for him to infiltrate. His leather boots softly patted the cobblestone floors.
It was pitch black but somehow he saw clearly through the hallways. He rounded the corner and slipped into a window where Dieudonné's quarters awaited. He slept soundly as he walked up to the edge of the bed.
His eyes cautiously moved around the room, This seems too easy… Before he jinxed himself, he sunk the blade into the French man's throat, earning a rather muffled gag as he slipped into darkness. Altair grinned and slipped back out he window, only to be cut off by a guard coming down the same hallway he had only a few moment's ago. Altair jumped over the edge and slipped into another shadow. The outside of the building was incredibly insecure looking but on the inside was crawling with guards.
His patted feet were muffled out by a sudden agonizing cry. He stopped, shuddered, and recognized the voice all at the same time. He followed the echo to a holding room for servants and infidel's that invaded the walls of the haven he was in. In the middle of the room, a man chained to the ground, hunched forward and blood coating the ground. "Je suis désolé, I do not understand.." The Templar smirked.
"S'il vous plaît arrêter…s'il vous plaît arrêter…" He whimpered lightly, the pain was unbearable.
The Templar stopped after several more unmerciful strikes. The French guard laughed and walked away. Altair grimaced at his fellow brother, So he didn't die…should I leave him or…? His thoughts we're soon cut off by the pain filled voice, "Leave." He coughed blood and looked over to Altair.
"Go before they catch you too." Altair didn't hear the words, his eyes only focused on the white irises with black outlines. He gaped at them. He had encountered the assassin before but his eyes where always in shadow but now… it felt as if they were consuming Altair completely.
He jumped up from his hiding position and ran to the wounded one's side. "No." He replied, activating his hidden blade, the force of it crushing against the lock and broke. The loud sound echoed like Isaias's cry earlier. He moved to the other that was clamped around his wrist and struck out again, it shattered. Isaias slumped forward and groaned loudly, gripping onto Altair's robe's, he felt sick.
Altair pulled him to his feet, "No time for that now, lets go, now." He gripped the younger man's wrist and dragged him up a flight of stairs and to the top of the building, unfortunately, guards stood at the top. Just my luck..
He pushed the younger assassin back and drew his sword from its sheath and lunged. He didn't bother with caution, Altair was eager to leave with the other, he quickly disposed of the four guards upon the roof. He looked back at the bleeding assassin as he walked to Altair's side, just before he reached him, Isaias collapsed.
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