A/N: My first attempt at writing something for this fandom. It's more of an experiment, so it's not much. Hope you enjoy! :)
After narrowing his dark eyes into dangerous, thin slits, he looked around with the unnerving feeling that at least a thousand pair of eyes were following every move he made. His intuition told him that someone was keeping an eye on him. Experienced or not, Altaïr felt like a complete stranger around all these people and that fact made him look more vulnerable than he'd like. So it was no wonder that he thought that everyone was watching him by now, wondering who in the world this hooded guy (that had appeared out of the blue) was.
However, it seemed that any random passersby was merely minding his own business. To them, he was just another faceless stranger that they encountered. They would see them for two, maybe three seconds, before forgetting all about the mysterious figure.
The man guessed that this kind of feeling would never really disappear. Still, it was absolutely nerve wracking. He may look all cool and indifferent from the outside, but once you were able to read his thoughts…
The assassin had barely finished that train of thought, when he caught a stranger's eyes. His razor sharp gaze was boring right through him and for a moment, Altaïr's heart stopped. He feared that this middle aged man knew exactly who he was and why he was here. Automatically, he averted his gaze and pulled his hood deeper over his face when he recovered from his temporary weakness, trying to suppress the uneasy feeling. He had to keep his head clear, after all; his life depended on it.
A/N: So how did I do? Was it good? Horrible? So-so? I'm all ears. :D