It wasn't supposed to be like this. Altaïr knew this was a bad – no horrible – idea. As much as he he was neutral about trips, he felt that going to New York wasn't a place he had wanted to go recently, but he went anyway, his friends not giving him a choice.
Oh how Altaïr regretted it so much. It was stupid really, he just couldn't understand why him, Malik, Kadar, Desmond, and well, everyone went to New York. It was supposed to be a lot of fun, just hanging out. That's not at all how it was like though now. As soon as they landed in New York, the sense of calm left his body once more. About 2 days later, everyone realized they should have listened to Altaïr. News arrived of a man named Alex Mercer who had just released a woman named...Greene was it? It didn't matter, but since massive monsters roamed the streets, Hunters as they were called, and people who limped as though they were drunk but attacked with an unusual strength, everyone realized getting home would not be an option at all.
At least not any more. But they couldn't do anything now but survive. They often went out together in groups, gathering supplies and food to help them survive through this nightmare. Altaïr and Ezio were the only brave souls to go alone. Nobody else even thought of doing that. For death would have a strong hold on them.
About a week and a half later, Altaïr was the only one who actually adjusted to the new lifestyle. Everyone else thought he was mad, but never spoke a word against his actions, after all he was the oldest, being about 26 years old (Malik being a close second, barely younger). He was always the leader as some would say, except most likely Malik who would disagree.
Caught in thought, Altaïr was inside a building, looking for canned food and first aid supplies for the group. After searching for several minutes, he found some items and stuffed in his bag, only to stop when he heard someone call his name.
"Altaïr, have you found anything yet?" Ah, it was Desmond, funny how close Desmond looked to Altaïr and Ezio, considering they were only cousins.
"Yes, a couple first aid kits and a can of food." His voice spoke softly, focused on finishing putting the stuff in his bag. He stood up slowly and stretched. He had been crouching down for quite a while now. Suddenly, stopping mid-stretch, he heard a shot and a scream, then silence. Ignoring Desmond's plea to wait, he ran outside, to see what was going on. When he arrived, military tanks were in the area, blasting anything that seemed to move with a little limp. Normally Altaïr seemed to respect the military, hell growing up we wanted to be part of it, but seeing them kill innocents, even if they were close to the infected made him pissed off. Altaïr even saw one tank run over multiple people, not even giving any fucks about lives they had just taken away, that once was when no infected were visible to the eye.
"-ïr? Altaïr! Wake up, we need to get moving right away. We need to head back into the apartment, everyone else is waiting there." Altaïr brushed the hand of his shoulder and continued to walk, in strides that seemed to be so quiet that people wouldn't notice him if they listened hard enough.
"Alright." And without another word, Desmond was left in the dust. Soon of course he followed after him back to their apartment where everyone was at.
As soon as the door opened, stares welcomed them, most happy that they were back, safe.
"Altaïr! You're back!" Kadar got up and walked up to him, his eyes seemed to show that he was bursting with joy. It also seemed like he was going to hug him, but felt that would be embarrassing to do. Altaïr simply smiled back and walked over to a couch, where Kadar sat down with him, smiling widely. Desmond brought a chair over from the dinning room table and took a seat in the living room. They were lucky that all the rooms were so huge, it was amazing luck.
"Manage to find some food, or did you take it just for yourself?" Ah, so Malik finally decided to join in the conversation and stop reading. That was rare. Altaïr threw a glare and before he managed to respond, Desmond beat him to it.
"Only one can. We have enough food already, probably even more than enough, what we need now is first aid." Desmond spoke hesitated at first, knowing Altaïr would not be happy about it.
"Hm, fair enough." And without another word, Malik went back to his book. After then, silence filled the room again. It was about 30 minutes till anyone brought up any subjects, and then they talked until the soft bright blue sky turned to a purple black color. It was getting extremely late. Altaïr flinched a little at a sudden weight on his shoulders, but relaxed when he realized that Kadar had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He sighed and let it pass, after all it was a long day for almost everyone. Altaïr started to feel his eyes droop but they flew back open again. When he glanced around everyone was gone. Either he wasn't paying attention or he really did fall asleep.
"Altaïr, help me take Kadar to bed," Malik stood up and twisted his torso, letting out a rather loud crack before he walked over. "Help me." He didn't even try to sound nice, not like the other cared at all. Altaïr simply got up and rolled his eyes Malik before he picked Kadar up bridal style and carried him into a rather large room where Malik and Kadar shared. He set him down gently on the bed, before he walked out of the room. "Thanks Altaïr." Malik spoke before he went into the bedroom, and walked to the other bed, one they had used from another apartment room, to go to sleep.
"No problem." Altaïr closed the door without another word and walked slowly across the living room, turning the lights off. After finally getting into his room he grabbed the door knob and shut the door ever so slowly, so as to not to make a sound. After changing into a pair of simple black basketball shorts and white plain white t-shirt, he lay on his bed, folding his arms behind his head and relaxed. He shut his eyes. He reached over and grabbed a remote controller and turned on the television. He made sure to turn the volume down, Malik and Kadar were light- sleepers, well Kadar not so much. After looking through the channels for about 15 minutes, purely bored. Finally he gave up, turned off the TV and shut his eyes.
Altaïr opened his eyes to rather large thud outside. Rubbing his eyes, he jumped out of bed, put on his sneakers and jogged outside to the living room. Walking slowly he saw a man in what looked like a suit standing there looking around frantically. Then right before Altaïr's very eyes, his appearance changed , he was no longer a simple man in a suit, but from what he could tell, a man clad in a leather jacket and simple blue jeans. Altaïr grabbed a gun from the coffee table and ran outside.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Altaïr said once he got outside with his gun pointed man, he looked down at the other . His hairs on his neck stood up when he realized who it was. Alex Mercer. Shit. He should have realized, it's not like every single man has the ability to change their shape and form. How could he be so stupid?
"Hiding. Now go the fuck away, I'm feeling rather generous today. If you leave now, then you may live." Alex spoke loudly to make his point. He glared at the other younger male, which surprisingly was a bit taller than him. That didn't stop him from glaring either way. He didn't seemed scared like fuck like others had when they saw him, he was a tad calm from what he could tell. It was hard after all since it was so dark outside. All Alex could see was his Honey colored eyes which seemed to glow in the night. Weird.
Altaïr just sighed, unsure of what to say. After all, Alex Mercer, the world's deadliest man as standing in front of him. Slow slowly, he lowered his gun and looked away at the moon. He got distracted so distracted by the moon he forgot about Mercer. Alex used this moment to study Altaïr. Besides his unusual eyes, from what he could tell he seemed like a normal human. Sure he was probably strong, he looked like speed was something more his type. The way he stood looked like he was extremely tired, Alex could imagine why. He had never seen him around, probably new to this area. Alex averted his gaze just in time so that Altaïr did not catch him staring.
"Ah, right. I shall leave." Altaïr walked over to the door leading to inside the apartment. He opened it then stood there for a second. Then walked inside and shut the door. Alex turned around and glanced at where the other had been. Part of him was tempted to consume him, the other was just curious about the man. He was so strange. Alex stood on the balcony for 10 more minutes caught in thought before he jumped off the building, falling in such a speed that would be deemed dangerous for any regular human. Then again that was something Alex was not.
Well, started a new story. Gah I'm tired.
I do not own any characters in this story.
Probably will update this eventually, not sure when...I really should try to work on making the chapters longer...will do that for the next chapter. Let me know also of spelling errors too please!