Let them ring out my life and give me to death.
Ding dong, ding dong. The sound of the never ending bells played as shouts of violence and pain surrounded him but it was ignored. All he heard was his heavy breathing and the little voice inside his head telling him to run, run and don't look back.
To follow that little voice had never been his strong side, going with his gut was what he did. But when it was clouded with revenge and the need to see them bleed it was bad to follow. Even though that, he did. He had nothing to go back to, nowhere to return, so what was the point? Malik had told him never to give up, never to give in to the sweet thought of death but now when he was gone Altaïr didn't care. ''So what if I die?'' he thought. ''Why should I keep going? Haven't I done enough?!''.
He was their mentor but against this many guards he'd surely fail and that thought was something he'd now welcome for he had done his part. Everyone was after him, Templars, Arabs, they all wanted to see him dead and that they would. He was surrounded, there was no place to escape but it didn't matter. With sword high and with a final shout he ran forward, wounded, bleeding but relieved, it was finally over.
He could now hear the warning bells still ringing. Wasn't this fitting, the bells which gave him a que to escape was now ringing at the same steady beat of his leaking blood. ''So let them ring.'' He thought. ''Let the warning bells ring out my life and give me to death.''
**Authors note**
This is my second story ever so please give me all your critique, bad or good!
Dissclaimers*
I own nothing from the Assassin's Creed universe. I merely borrow the characters.