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This is my first time writing a story, so don't hesitate to review! English isn't my first language so I do apologize if there are awkward spelling & grammatical mistakes.

This story is based on the AC game

After the cruel events that took place at Solomon's Temple the relationship that once existed between Malik and Altair was no more.

He wondered if someday Malik would forgive him for his deeds. The loss of Malik's arm and brother were after all…his fault.

Guilt had become his new enemy and would haunt him for eternity. Like a disease it slowly spread through mind and body.
Malik didn't know that this guilt was destroying him. Why would Malik even care?
The anger and the hurt he showed when finding his arm and brother gone, were burned into Altaïrs mind.

Due to starvation and sleepless nights Altaïr became mentally unstable. Time passed in strange loops until he couldn't have told you what day it was.
Whenever he tried to rest, Kadar would haunt him in his nightmares . His mind was trapped and caged like an animal fighting for release.

Each night he would scream himself awake, dreaming of Kadar getting killed by the Templars.
Before a complete darkness would claim him again, he would whisper « I'm so sorry » into the night.

His thoughts were always wandering, thinking he didn't deserve to live anymore. Even thinking as far as ending his miserable life, but he couldn't, not before he was somehow forgiven.

His master, Al Mualim had noticed the change in Altaïr but couldn't care less, he gave Altaïr a new mission. His new goal was to assassinate nine targets which would redeem his honor as an assassin.

One by one he located the targets and killed them with ease. The last target however was Robert De Sable, the leader of the Templars.
It seems he was going to Jerusalem, where Malik was.

Starved and exhausted he arrived in Jerusalem. His destination? The bureau.

Slowly he dragged his wrecked body over the roofs into the streets. Just before entering, he took a deep shuddering breath. "This is it." he sighed.

When entering, his eyes wandered to the spot where Malik was trying to figure something out. He knew he needed to confront Malik someday.
He just couldn't keep on avoiding Malik.
Hesitation still ruling his mind, he willed his body to approach Malik. "Safety and peace, Malik" he said in a low voice, trying to avoid eye contact.

Malik recognized the voice and immediately glared at him. He felt his body tensing and gut painfully twisting. He saw Malik's expression change into a malicious expression. "Peace?" Malik snorted "I will NEVER have peace as long as you're around!"
Altair tried to ignore the insult but it caused his heart to shatter. He continued while his heart kept on bleeding, "I have enough information of where Robert De Sable is, and ask permission to assassinate him", he said trying to hide the hurt and tiredness in his voice.

Malik looked up and inspected Altaïr. «Well, seems hiding his emotions also failed.»
Malik noticed how pale and tired Altaïr looked, a total wreck. This made Malik confused, but he pushed the thoughts away. "
What's this?" he smirked "Since when does the famous Altair ask for permission?"

Altaïr felt annoyed and wanted to leave the bureau ASAP.
But Malik didn't seem to stop, "What? No words? Did a guard give you a concussion?"
Malik's laughter echoed through the room "Pity he didn't stick his sword in that thick pitiful skull of yours!", he sneered.

Altaïr gritted his teeth. He didn't want to argue with Malik, he felt like he didn't have the right to argue back.
But he kept on talking anyway, "Can I have my feather now?"

Malik continued glaring "Well, why don't you use your own blood on the feather?!"
This was too much! "What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?!" Altaïr yelled. Malik's expression turned furious, "How dare…you! After all you have done? Because of YOU, my brother is dead! I wish you had died!", Malik yelled, his emotions taking control of him.

Altaïr was shocked by the despise he heard in Malik's voice. "..I-is this truly what you wish for?"
Malik ignored the stutter and emotional tinted voice, "Y-E-S, here is your feather!" tossing the damn thing towards Altair's feet and continued working while ignoring the 'famous' assassin standing before him. "As you wish, safety and peace, Malik" Altaïr said in a cold quite voice. He glanced one more time before he opened the door and left the bureau.

"One more target to go…" he sighed.

-To Be Continued-