Ok, so this is my first fan fiction so although I do appreciate constructive comments, I would like to ask for you to be nice when reviewing. Hope you enjoy the story.
Altair's eyes were focused on the target. Three months of pick pocketing, interrogating and killing had led to this moment. He was an Assassin; he wasn't going to mess up. Pausing for a moment he glanced behind him, checking for the telltale armored helms of the guards in the crowd, before following his target into a side street. It was almost deserted, save for a young street urchin and a drunk. The drunk was leaning heavily on the boy's shoulders, and it was clear the boy was having trouble holding him up.
The words of the child drifted over to him, "Next time, I'm going to leave you there to die, old man, it's what you deserve". The drunk only groaned in response, and leaned more heavily on the boy, the boy struggled under the weight for a moment then seemed to steady himself. As the Target passed the pair, however, the boy tripped and fell, causing the drunk to land at the Targets feet, with the boy sprawled over the drunken mans body.
Altair watched as the Target made a disgusted face, and viciously kicked the child in the gut. The boy didn't even wince. Only lifted himself carefully from the ground and stared down the Target, Altair was to far away to see the look on the boy's face, but it was clear that it had an effect as the Target almost flinched under the child's gaze.
The target looked away, and began to turn Altair's way. By the time he had fully turned around, Altair was standing in front of him. His blade wet with blood.
The Target gave a moan, and clasped his hands to his neck, where blood spurted furiously. Altair stepped back, so that it did not dirty his clothing. As his eyes drifted down, he saw the boy, eyes hard and penetrating, staring up at him. Altair frowned. What kind of child doesn't even flinch when he sees death in front of him? What life does this child live?
Altair knew that the boy was likely a victim of beatings, he had seen so many young boy's and girls die at the hands of drunken men and guards, but this boy was different, there was a look of defiance in his eyes. And even though his physical strength looked small, it was obvious that the boy had a cunning mind on him.
The Assassin watched carefully as the young child dusted himself off and stood up silently. Then after holding his gaze for a moment, backed away slowly.
"Aren't you forgetting your friend," Altair asked, motioning to the drunk lying on the ground in his own vomit and the targets blood.
The boy stopped walking away from him and turned slowly, a grin on his face.
"I don't need him any more, he kept me alive, gave me food, but this…" The boy lifted up a coin pouch and flicked it up into the air, before deftly catching it and grinning at Altair, "…. This will treat me much better."
He gave one last smile before setting off at a run down the alleyway.
For a moment Altair was confused, but then he noticed the absence of his money pouch at his waist. The boy had stolen it! He was so stunned that he was unable to move for a few seconds, but then he finally recovered, and after cursing loudly, set off sprinting after the quick fingered boy.