Disclaimer:
Copyrights to the game "Assassin's Creed" and all of its characters belong to Ubisoft/Ubisoft Montreal team. All other characters described here surely belong to me :D
Author's Note:
This idea sounds interesting to me, so I promise to write and update ASAP, but as I've already said in my profile, I've got a 4 months old son, who doesn't give me much free time. 90 of what you read is written and downloaded from pocket pc. So, if you decide to read the story, be sure you have some patience. Please? :)
Also, please, don't pay much attention to grammar. It's been a long time since I wrote something in english )
Mercy in White
--Prologue--
"Assassin! Assassin! Get him! He must not get away!" - she heard while running to reach the closest building wall. The alarm bell on the nearest tower rang loudly. She cursed under her breath and jumped to climb the wall, a sharp stone hitting her back. Luckily, the building turned out to be a small outhouse so she reached the rooftop easily and jumped further, snatching at the closed wooden shutters, going higher and higher. The screams from the street below indicated that she was still pursued.
"Hope there will be no..."-she thought, and immediately felt the sharp pain in her left side...-"Damn! I'm running out of my luck today!" She didn't need to look there to see the protruding arrow shaft.
In search for cover she crossed the roof, jumped to the next one and down to the narrow street. At the far end a blessed stack of hay lay forgotten, in the shadow of a balcony, covered with moss and ivy.
Trying her best to ignore the increasing throbbing pain, she ran to the hay and jumped in, going deeper, choking at the sweet smell of rot, thanking god that her silk face mask held some of the smell and dampness back, covering her nose and mouth. The last rains did the job well.
A sudden movement next to her caught her off guard, and suddenly a strong arm caught her wrist, twisting it painfully, as, with an unmistakable "clink" something sharp set against her back.
"Not a sound"- she heard the quiet male voice-"Get out of here, now!"
She hissed from pain, as a stranger slightly shifted his weight and brushed against the shaft in her wound. Assuming, that, whoever he might be, hiding in the hay probably proved him at least not the city guard or a Templar, so nothing worse could already happen, she spat, not even trying to move: "I can't, you idiot! Not the very moment at least half of the city guard looking for me in this area!", and heard the soft surprised chuckle.
"So, you happen to be the very assassin they screamed and ran for?"-asked the man, still invisible, still holding the blade against her. She felt anger flushing away the pain and weariness with a white hot wave.
"None of this is your business! I have my own reasons for hiding, the same as you do! So put your damned blade away and let go of me! I'll wait here for some time and leave. Be sure, I'm not interested in either your identity or your affairs in this district!"
She almost felt the silent smirk behind, as the blade slowly retracted, the grip on her wrist letting go. The invisible man brushed the sticking shaft again, and this made her hiss louder this time.
"You're wounded?"-he silently asked, the tone slightly changed to more gentle
"As I said, none of this is your business. I can take care of myself"- she whispered, annoyed, reaching her wounded side with right hand, inspecting, trying to pull the arrow away or at least break some part of it off, so that the journey back home could be a slightest bit more comfortable. But as the first anger and excitement of the pursue subsided, slowly giving place to weary, even the light touch to the arrow brought the pain so surprisingly intensive, that it took her a great effort to suppress the moan. Better not touch that thing, if she wanted to make it home fast and alive. She cursed and moved her body, protecting the wounded left side, quite too busy to show any curiosity for her neighbour.
The ringing of bells soon stopped, as well as the shouts of the guards. She decided it would be the best to get out of the damp stack and return home before the pain and weariness could slow down her movements. Surpisingly, turning around she found that her soft-voiced anonymous neighbour made it out of the hay right after her. For a brief moment of silence they stared at each other.
He turned out to be tall and slender- and that was all she could see, because all his figure was covered under white robes, and shadow of the hood covered most of his face, leaving visible only his nose and rather fine-looking lips, currently curved in a lopsided grin. The man was certainly dressed to pass as a monk, or a scholar... If monks and scholars could wear that amount of weapon, as he did. A long sword with golden ornated hilt in scabbard on his left hip, hilts of throwing knives on the right and left sides of his wide leather belt, ornated gauntlets... And that was not all, she was sure. He also must have had a hidden blade of some sort, which had been set against her back not so long ago... And there definitely was some sheath on his back, judge by criss-crossed stripes of leather on his chest. "A rather dangerous scholar..."- that thought made her grin under her face mask. That, and the fact that they both were dressed almost identically, except only that her face mask, silk robes and leather armor were black. And, of course, she had a bit less impressive amount of weaponry.
Something was definitely familiar about the outfit of this man... Something so deeply hidden in the depths of her memory, that it took her some time to recall... As the tall figure in white finally turned away and in one quick elegant motion jumped on the balcony railing, briefly showing the crimson sash and the sheathed dagger on his back before disappearing on the rooftop, the last doubts she had vanished like smoke...
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