So this is already the prologue to my new Assassin's Creed Story. I actually didn't think it would go this fast. So I said my first chapter would be tomorrow but I don't think it will be. I sure hope I can write it by tomorrow. So as I kept saying before, English is not my first language, French is. Which is why I'm so happy because I get to use my french in here!
Oh I know that in Jerusalem, people and guards don't speak french but I decided some of them did ^^ I realized this afterwards. Just to make this clear.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed and all the characters and original plot belongs to Ubisoft. I own nothing except my own added plot and my OC.
GAINED & GIVEN
Prologue
Un dernier…just one left and then we're done.
The trail of blood she left behind her was attracting too much attention. The bells kept on ringing as she hoped to find refuge close by, to tend to her wound. All had gone according to plan except one thing…her escape. Running as fast as she could she turned to an alley on her right, hoping to benefit from it and hide while the guards looked around. She found a bench where two citizens sat, almost sleeping. As she took place in between them she winced, making her remember the wound on her abdomen. She threw a quick look to the almost sleeping citizens sitting on both sides of her and came to a conclusion: they were asleep. Good. She thought as she looked up to the sky, hoping to see something. When she didn't, she cursed. Shaking her head, a million thoughts entered and wandered in there, making concentrating harder. Just a few more minutes. Just a few more.
" Regardez par là! Cherchez partout! Ne les laissez pas s'échapper!" she heard the guards yelling as they ran by the alley she hid in. Seeing them run without taking a second look in the alley made her sigh, a sigh full of relief. A small smile crept onto her lips but quickly left.
" Vous là bas! Que faites vous ? Attend…tu sembles familier! Cette habit, je le reconnais…" under her hood she looked on the opposite side of the alley, searching for the escape route, " C'est l'assassin! J'en ai trouver un!"
He approached her running, while the steps of many more followed the voice of the guard that stood before her. She stood up, trying to forget the pain, and pressured the mechanism of her hidden blade to stab him. The blade entered his stomach and exited quickly as she stood on top of him, holding her injured abdomen.
" C'est UNE assassin, imbécile. Pitoyable." She told the now dead guard as she closed his eyes, "Repose en paix."
In the corner of her left eye, a few wooden crates made themselves visible and quite useful. She stood up and ran to them, quickly climbing the wall behind them as the other guards arrived to the alley only to discover their friend, dead. She kept on running and running, hoping to make it to the bureau safe…and alive. Although the bells stopped ringing, it didn't make her task much easier. The pain increasing, she cursed the only person that came to mind. Suddenly, she tripped from weakness and fell down to a small alley.
"Putain de merde! Ça peut juste arriver à moi ça! C'était quoi mon idée de faire confiance à cette imbécile qui me dit qu'il ne me laissera pas seule. Grâce à lui, je suis dans le pétrin!" she cursed out loud in French.
" I sure hope it is not me who you are cursing." A known voice said as she turned her head around to see the white clothed man, hood covering his face, standing before her, a visible smirk on his face.
"Il était temps. As a matter of fact, yes it was you. Now help me before I bleed out." She 'asked' kindly.
His face changed when the words 'bleed out' left her lips. He bent down and lifted her hand away from her injury. He looked at it and stood up, lending his hand to her, a hand she gladly took but would never admit it.
" We should get to the bureau to tend to this." He said, his tone serious all of a sudden as they used back streets to avoid as many guards as possible.
She coughed, "I thought you were going to leave and forget that I existed. I thought I was dead for a few minutes." She whispered.
He looked at her, " Why did you think that…?" he asked feeling somewhat insulted. After a few months, almost a year, she still didn't trust him?
" You ran away and left me alone…it is normal of me to have thought that." She says.
" Had I known you were injured…I would not have left you there…I thought you were safe." he said.
She smiled and looked up, " We're here." She said as she left his side and climbed up the ladder that lead to the bureau. She then climbed down with her partner's help. A familiar face crept out of the bureau. Malik.
" What has happened to her!" he almost screamed at her partner.
" Malik, do not blame him. I was careless and got myself injured." She said as the blamed man left inside the bureau whispering something about 'getting the supplies to tend to your wound'. As he left, Malik let out a discouraged sigh.
"You show too much kindness towards him. You should not feel the need to protect that arrogant and over confident man." Malik said as threw a quick look inside the bureau.
She looked down and bit her lower lip, " You know, Malik," she started as the said man looked at her, curiosity seen in his eyes, "Once you break that hard shell he's covering himself with, he proved himself to be a loyal and kind man, unlike the many insults you have called him in the past." She says as Malik stood there, shocked.
He approached her, putting his hand on her head and pulling her hood off, looking in those uncommon icy blue eyes of hers. He pulled a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and smiled.
"You, my dear, probably are the only person I know who is able to find good in that man I once believed to be my friend. How you do it? I do not know. But I do wish, for your sake, that you are right about him." He says while going back into the bureau but she stopped him before he could.
"Malik!," she says as he turned around, " He may not show it, but…he is sorry. And I do believe that he is loyal, had he not been, I would be dead right now." She felt Malik stare at her, as if he was waiting for her to say something else.
She opened her mouth again, " Altaïr deserves a second chance, had he not proven himself to be like this, he wouldn't have deserved it." She finished as Malik entered the bureau, leaving her alone.
Had he not proven himself…Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad had gained my respect and care. What more could he gain ?
Said man entered the courtyard and bent down next to her, supplies now laying on a pillow, ready to tend to her wound. They locked eyes for a second and he immediately started to take care of her wound. She looked at him while he worked and her stomach contracted, not of pain but of realization.
Had he…broken my shell ?
After almost eleven months of pain, sweat, fights and hard work…I could say that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad wasn't the man I thought he was eleven months ago…
He was…far from it…
So this was my prologue. Hope you guys enjoyed it :)
Translation: Un dernier- A last one
Regarder par là! - Look over there!
Cherchez partout!- Look everywhere!
Ne les laissez pas s'échapper! - Don't let them escape!
Vous là bas! Que faites vous ? Attend…tu sembles familier! Cette habit, je le reconnais… - You over there! What are you doing? Wait...you look familiar! That outfit...I recognize it.
C'est l'assassin! J'en ai trouver un!- It's the assassin! I found one! (un is one but for guys in french and 'une' is for girls)
C'est UNE assassin, imbécile! Pitoyable! - It's ONE assassin, idiot! Pathetic! ( again with the 'un'-'une' thing.)
Putain de merde! Ça peut juste arriver à moi ça! - Goddamn it! It can only happen to me!
C'était quoi mon idée de faire confiance à cette imbécile qui me dit qu'il ne me laissera pas seule. Grâce à lui, je suis dans le pétrin! - What was with me and this idea that I could trust this idiot who tells me he's not going going to leave me alone. Thanks to him, I'm in trouble!
Il était temps - About time..
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