Author's Note : I don't own any of the characters etc. My character created could be compared to marmite, love her or hate her. My story was written for a totally light hearted purpose. I'm not becoming a crazily talented author, just a person with a hobby regardless of it resulting good or bad :3 ps. none of it is beta read, so minute faults galore :)
"Do I look like I'm going anywhere fast?" A raven haired teen snarled as she bounded over a stack of building materials dumped in the tiny alley she streaked down,
"Argh! Why do you have to be such a troublesome little-"The man in front of her grumbled but his words were cut short as he skidded to a halt, the teen slamming accidentally into his muscled back as he did. They stopped...she dared not to breath, he broke into a malicious grin... they watched as Templars' ran round the corner of the building, their sheer mass of numbers blocking the alley like thick bleach in a straw.
"Totally. Totally. You're fault." She breathed aloud with a nervous giggle, her converse clad feet gently inched backwards as the Templar's withdrew their swords, it was a sea of knives, white and red robes, and more sharp knives.
"Oh yeah? Who told you to follow me for about a good mile?" He replied dryly, his hooded head twisting around him as he looked up at the roofs of the buildings sandwiching them.
"Altair...nous have been waiting for you mon ami." The most foremost Templar cackled drawing even closer to the pair.
"Did he just say a noose is waiting for us?" Leah hissed into her newly found friend's ear, or rather the side of his hood.
"Look wench don't know what you've done, but don't drag me down..." He chuckled darkly and flexed his fingers,
"What I've done? Wench?" She echoed in disbelief, staring oddly at him as he turned to her, "On the count of three." He mouthed, behind him the ever menacing presence of Templars' drew cautiously closer.
"Three?" She repeated dumbly and blinked once.
"You're such a good parrot." He breathed out sarcastically, the next second he'd tossed a small bead at the feet of the enemy which burst into a foul yellow smoke submerging the tiny alley way.
"Move wench!" he shimmied past her and began sprinting wildly, despite her protests, protests of a colourful variety, insults of an exotic species...Really an odd character she was in his mind. He shouldered past the crowds in the busy market paths, pots were smashed and the crowds parted obediently leaving it down to a straight race between the teen and the Assassin vs. The platoon of Templars.
"Will you slow down! – We're not all athletes you know!" She gasped as she furiously willed her legs to keep pace , she could swear her jeans were about to burst into fire.
"You want to get caught?" His curt reply was as he rocketed through a stall sending the fruits high into the air,
"Definitely(!)"
"Just shut up!" he spat out, he caught the wrist of her hand and swerved down a tight alley way dragging her close behind, and she swung wildly unaccustomed to the strength, alien from her world.
"Manhandled that's the word for it all." Leah's thought gasped aloud to her,
"There they are!" a man's voice hollered out from behind the fleeing pair. He cursed as he saw the Templars gaining ground in the narrow alleyway,
"How do they even fit?" She said incredulously watching the broad Templar's draw closer their shoulder brushing against the once white walls,
"I was actually hoping they didn't." He replied almost with a humorous tone, "Hang on!"
"What did you SAAAAAAAAAAAYY?" Her question followed her through the air as he grabbed her by the waist and practically flipped her over his head, she was caught roughly and put down. Her mouth glued shut tightly as she stood rigidly in alleyway,
"In answer to your question I said I was going to swap places with you." He replied with a smirk and withdrew his hidden blade, the slim blade glinted at her in the bright sunlight, she watched with awe as he drove the weapon into the throat of the nearest templar who stupidly left no room to swing a long sword. After the weapon was drove deep he began pushing the mass of Templar's, the ones behind pushing back as the bodies began to fall onto each other domino style.
"Awesome." Leah laughed and began the next sprint ahead of him, at a cross road of alleys where she paused he beckoned to her and they dashed away silently. Eventually he stopped in the back courtyard of a building where the shade leant them some relief, Leah dropped to the floor and savoured the cool shade.
"I haven't ran that much since I was five." She gasped,
"Tch, I would have thought you'd be used to it, catch trouble easily don't you?" The man replied, the corners of his mouth tugging with the beginnings of a smile himself breathing relatively hard. She ignored his remark and said
"So...What now?" The man dressed in pure white robes leant against the wall tiredly, his head facing the clear blue sky, he turned his head to her after a moment,
"Oh that's right...Why are you dressed like that? It's hardly the best selling item on the market." He said with a hint of curiosity,
"You can talk with your big dress." She retorted and sat cross legged running her fingers through her messy hair, clearing it of stalks of hay and dust.
"Explain to me again why I had to save you and why you fell from the sky?" he asked his tone suddenly switching to one unwavering and emotionless. She raised an eyebrow sceptically at this, and laughed,
"Don't get all Assassinatingly with me man." She said in an amused tone, "I know all about you." Of course our heroine was bluffing. He looked at her with a scrutinizing stare, she wore the most bizarre clothes he'd ever seen round in this area. Sure Damascus had travellers, but nothing this...unique.
"Answer my question woman." He demanded his tone forced steady as the girl proceeded to hand comb her hair.
"Okay...I need a story...this is going to be fun." Leah thought slowly and bit her lip, "I could be...Al Mualim's little spy...on the other hand spies tend to die."
"If you know all about us...then you'll know who I am." He replied in a lighter tone, clearly his interest was piqued and he crouched in front of her, only the bottom half of his face visible as she looked at him,
"I was only messing with you like...give a girl a chance!" She laughed nervously as he leant closer in, how he ever managed to see anything through his hood really did amaze her. In fact she was so fascinated that she sat there staring at him with the deep brown eyes of hers for a while,
"I'm not even sure if she understands me." Altair groaned and ran a hand over his face, "Did you hear what I said?" He waved a hand across her face snapping her from her thoughts,
"So yeah my story...um..." She mused and her eyes searched around for an item of inspiration. "Hey, what's your story?" She said with a grin,
He sighed impatiently and stood up, "Alright, let's start from the beginning, what is your name?"
"Leah." She replied and he looked quizzically at her,
"Lee?"
"No, Le-AH." she pronounced more slowly with a grin,
"Fine, Leah. Where are you from?" he pressed, his eyes searching her clothes for clues. She wore a top and rough dark dyed material that followed her legs tightly through to her shoes,
"Like my shoes do you?" She said dryly, and he looked up at her sharply,
"Shoes?" he asked his voice betraying surprise,
"Well...don't you sound educated?"
Author's Note : I don't own any of the characters etc. My character created could be compared to marmite, love her or hate her. My story was written for a totally light hearted purpose. I'm not becoming a crazily talented author, just a person with a hobby :3