Hola or Hello whatever, here is a new MalikAltaïr story, I love making new story's I know I should finish the other off first but hell with it!
An AC fic about the war with the Templars and Assassins with a little twist!
Warning: Violence, bad language, boyxboy and lots of death!
Disclaimer: I do not own AC or the characters...I wish I did well I bet we all do!
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Chapter 1 - Smiling is a weakness.
The world can be so bitter, the way its make people believe nothing could go wrong but then with a snap of a fingers it all gets messed up.
The dusty streets are proof of that statement, with the almost dry and suffocating atmosphere as all the living bodys walking around endlessly with focus on only there lifes, how pathetic.
A war had terrorised the land for as long as people could remember, thousands died each day as the Assassins and Templars plotted against each other.
The war was the thing that killed Malik and his younger brother Kadar parents, It was all because there father was a Assassin and the Templars didn't like it.
Malik looked after his brother now without really caring about himself, he even worked at a small medicine store but he still didn't get enough money to feed both of them so ever he goes hunger or he has to steal and then gets eaten by the guilt in the night.
"Malik...Malik wake up!" A voice shouted from the other side of the slender teenager.
Malik rushed up in a sitting position as he looked over at the six year old boy: he had lighter skin then Malik he also had lighter hair but you could still tell that they were brother.
"The Mosk has been...blown up," Kadar muttered as he turned around to face the ruins of the building that was once there.
Its in one of those moment when you consider that this is real life, you then take that minute to absorb all the horrible thing in the world but then you realise that your involved in one of them.
Thats actually what Malik did in that moment.
"Come on Kadar we should go before any Templars find us," Malik said whilst still taking everything in around him, he didn't get what this war was for; there was a rumour that it was over a piece of treasure, it made Malik sick to know that people were dying just for a simple piece of nothing but yet to them It was worth it.
The madness on the streets as the two brothers walked hand and hand down them, the staining of blood and death lingered too remind everyone of the pain and remorse of this war.
Malik stopped dead in his tracks as he looked down to find a boy about his age, he had fair skin and ash blonde hair that clashed with his ambery gold eyes, the boys frame was covered in blood and sweat and if you looked closly you could barley make out that he was breathing,
Malik crouched down beside him and looked closer at his wounds, he had a large gash cut cross his back and shoulder with a few other small cuts placed all over his body.
"Um...excuse me," Malik called out as he shock the boy gentle to get his attention or at least give him a sign that someone was there.
The boys stirred as he came too,
The amber eyes of the boys flickered open to look deep into the others charcoal brown orbs.
What happened next was sudden as a punch was applied to Malik's face, the frightened boys moved away ever so slighty in terror as to what may come from his actions, he didn't mean to punch him, it was an instant reaction almost like reflexes.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you...but your hurt...I want to help you," Malik commented as he rubbed the now red cheek.
A small nod came a few moments later almost in a shy way of approval, Malik reacted out and placed his hand on the boys shoulder to show some sort of reassurance.
Malik reacted into a small bag he carried on his shoulders and pulled a small first aid kit that he nicked from the same medicine store he worked at.
He slowly applied healing cream to the cut on his back and shoulder which got a hiss out of the injured boy, Malik looked closer at the wounds and he could tell they were resent they almost looked like it had only been a few hour since they were inflicted which was good it means they were less likely to be infected.
"Whats your Name?" Malik asked as he started bandaging the wounds.
"Um...Altaïr," The boy replied obversely more then a bit nervous, you could almost hear the scared tone in his voice.
Altaïr had a hard life as it was but when his parents were killed in a fire it got worse, he had no other relative to live with so he ended up living on the streets which is quite ironic really because that was the same reason for Malik and Kadar living on the streets.
Malik finished the last of the bandaging and went on to the smaller cut which didn't take long at all.
"I'm Malik and he is my younger brother Kadar," Malik said with a warm smile which was hard to do in the times they were in now, with all the darkness and evil that surrounded them who would want to smile anyway because smiling was like a weakness but what choose did they have?
End of Chapter
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