Authors Notes: This is my first attempt at an story. Please, please review. And I suck at English, so sorry if there is grammer or spelling mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassins Creed or Malik or Altaïr. cries on corner
There Is No Going Back
Malik sighed as he looked up through the Bureau roof towards the stars. He longed to leave the Bureau again, but couldn't get himself to. He had been in the Bureau for three weeks now… How life has changed in these three weeks. All because of that man. Because of that man his life was changed, no, ruined for the rest of his life. And tomorrow he would have to face that man again, the man named Altaïr.
He wasn't ready for this... not yet. Perhaps… Perhaps he would not have to go through this at all. Yes, end all his pain, all his sorrow right here, under the stars. He glanced down at the dagger in his hand, the sharp blade shining in the moon light. One quick move and all of this could be over. No more suffering, no more nightmares, no more hatred… Nothing.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do the fatal move. Instead he just kept staring at the silver blade.
Why couldn't he do it? He has nothing to live for anymore. No more family, no more friends. His behaviour puzzled him.
He sighed yet again; putting the blade away he gets up and makes his way to his room. He hadn't slept in days, so many that he had lost count. And when sleep did come, they were filled with memories, memories that were once cheerful and one of the few things that kept him sane. But not they were painful reminders of what he had lost. He closed his eyes, exhaustion taking over and plunging him into a dream-less sleep. One he wished he'll never wake up from again.
There was nothing left in this world for Malik Al'Sayr.