Hello! So this is my first story actually. Reviews are defiantly appreciated :) Hope you like!
Funny how life goes. Here you are, a master assassin, researching your next target when a bright flash and BOOM. You're catapulted into a whole other time and sent on a mission by a man in a white coat promising you a ride back home to your own 'time'. How degraded he felt, he, a MASTER ASSASSIN, having to take orders from a man not even in the Brotherhood. To be instructed about this new world, to be dependent because of the wonders and curses of this world. THIS. WAS. NOT. RIGHT.
Altair sighed as he walked around the perimeter of the building called a 'high school'; the sun burning into his new black attire. He couldn't even wear his own robes. He mumbled something among the terms "this is bullshit" in Arabic before an annoying voice screeched in his ear. "Have you sight of the girl?" Oh, to make things worse; his mission was to watch a girl, an innocent, tiny, blonde, helpless girl. There was no significance in this, but he had to please these people as to return to Masyaf and have his weapons back; yeah that would be nice.
"Yes," he seethed into the black metal on his wrist. "Good keep an eye on her that is all." The earpiece horribly droned until a beep told him the conversation was over for now. Altair sighed once more, leaning against some metal object on the roof keeping an eye on this 'mission'. His eyes watched her every move, which right now was walking down the hallway filled with people. Her golden hair swished every time she took a step, along with her white dress with a red sash that seemed to be ironically 'modest' in this time, when to him it was quite scandalous. None the less, she looked completely harmless as she walked to a different room every hour, five times. Once this process was over she flounced outside to a place where they held their 'cars'. They were like metal carts that were somehow self powered and allowed you to go somewhere even faster than with a horse. She slipped into a small red car and rode off.
"Targets moving, where is she going?!" The man barked into his ear. "She is in a red one of those cars, its small and she headed east," Altair lamely answered into the metal object once more. Allah, he couldn't stand this anymore. "Sight on target, go back to the van Altair, good work," The man purred with venom into his ear once more. Altair grumbled something on the terms of "son of a bitch" once he heard the beep once more, trudging to the van, which really was just one of the cars but larger.
"Altair so glad to see you! I have some very important news!" The man boomed with fake enthusiasm. Altair sighed once more and stared at the man with hate pouring out of his eyes, this was a time when he would have appreciated his hood. "Your mission is almost complete and you can return home soon!" The man declared with a devil grin. Altair felt a pang of hope spread through his chest but didn't let it cross his features as he blantly asked, "How?" "Tomorrow's a school event called a dance... it's like a party. Many people will be there in masks and you'll be able to blend in perfectly," The man stated. "I am to watch her once more?" Altair questioned, puzzled by the simplicity of this mission. "Oh no, no, no; you're going to kill her," The man menacingly laughed. Altair was taken aback. Kill that innocent girl? In a large crowd? That broke TWO of the creeds. "I cannot do that," Altair stated grateful of his hood once more. "You can and you will...that or rot here...maybe I'll just kill her and you," The man nonchalantly said. Altair cursed the man, juggling his thoughts; he finally decided that this one life was worth the return of his loves. "Alright" Altair gritted out. "Excellent, for starters the school will see you as a..." The main trailed off into a flurry of details and after he was done with his rant, Altair was dismissed into his 'room'. It was like everything and everyone here, harsh, cold, and depressing.
The following night Altair fought with the many feelings rushing through him, but outside kept his emotionless exterior. Focusing on the stiffness of these 'dress clothes' which was black pants of an uncomfortable material along with a white shirt of the same material that had buttons on it. He had a strip of fabric on the shirt called a 'tie' and it matched the sapphire color of this mask on him. He looked like a true Abhal (AN: this means idiot). The only comfort he had was his hidden blade hidden under the shirt; the filthy bastards had only returned him that though. "Altair we've reached the location, do you remember your instructions?" The man once again sneered into his ear. "Yes," Altair hissed getting out of the car. It was a chilly night and he relished in seeing the moon and stars once more. As much as he wished to stand there and forget everything, he had to finish this useless mission. As he walked into the building holding the 'dance' he was instantly mesmerized by all the new technology, artificial colored lighting sparkled against many different things and the music they had was loud. There were many people dancing together in a move that seemed to belong in a bedroom, not a public place. He saw a flash of white and a peal of laughter as he scanned the area. He found the owner of the melodious laugh and saw her with a group of friends, she looked magnificent. Her golden hair now hung in curls with a more formal white dress that cinched in her waist and fluffed out after that. Her crimson mask shone in the lights as if it was filled with blood. She was so innocent and pure, why must I do this? Maysaf. He slowly approached her undetected, his hidden blade popping out with tension. This was it, one more step and...She laughed once more and suddenly he became nauseous. No, he will not perform this crime, to hell with his life. He quickly pushed through the crowd to get outside and retched outside by a tree. What the HELL was wrong with me?! What was this one girl?! He had a chance to go home and he blew it for that blonde innocent woman. He groaned internally leaning against the tree. "ALTAIR, GET YOUR ASS BACK THERE BEFORE THIS MISSON IS COMPRIMISED!" The man roared in his ear.
"NO! I AM DONE LISTENING TO YOUR BULLSHIT!" Altair yelled into nowhere, smashing the thing that plagued him. Not one second later he was surrounded by men with a new weapon called a gun. All he knew was that nowadays they were very deadly and no match against his hidden blade. "Now Altair, I'm going to ask you nicely once more. Go. Kill. The. Girl." The man said with fake calmness. "No, go to hell" Altair growled.
"Oh very well, death it is," The man waved nonchalantly and walked off, damn the bastard. Altair took a deep breath in and braced for the impact of the gun and death. He heard the loud thunderclap, but wasn't hit. He opened his eyes to see instead one of the men dead instead. Altair was confused as the sound went off again twice. Two more fell until the last five reacted and changed targets. BANG! Another fell as they shot frevently but instead two more died from the mysterious source. The last two were shaking trying to add more bullets to their guns when a flash of white passed his eyes and then the two men were on the floor, gurgling blood from the wounds inflicted by two hidden blades side by side...wait WHAT?! He looked at the wielder and his jaw slackened in awe.
"Allah Almighty," He murmured as the 'innocent' girl stood up, the crimson blood now staining the pure white dress to match her mask. "Follow and listen to me," She lethally said and took off. Altair's mind came back to him as he ordered his feet to follow at her pace down the street and fervently opened the door to her small red car. "Buckle up this baby's gotta punch," She said, determination in her eyes as she quickly started the car and pulling it back swerved into a full on 'gallop' down the street. The drive was silent as Altair attempted to sort the events that had just occurred and she maneuvered through the other cars. Once the cars thinned out she spoke in a much softer tone, "I'm guessing you've got a lot of questions; but first and foremost, look behind you". He turned and was instantly relieved when he saw all of his weapons, robes and even his boots. "How did you...?" He trailed off relishing in the familiarity of the fabric. "I snuck into the base last night and grabbed them. They were never the wiser," She grinned offering a hand for him to shake while still controlling the car.
"Lilia DeMedici, Master Assassin of the United States Branch, nice to meet you" she happily chirped. A woman in the brotherhood, a Master Assassin, what?! He was catapulted out of his thoughts by a gunshot. "Aw dang it, now I've gotta take a detour," She whined pressing a button on her wheel and pulling a gun out of her dress. "Stay low," She warned in her lethal voice once more as she stood up in the roof and hooked her long crimson heel into the wheel. Bullets were fired continuously from the van but seemed to be missing the car by the flick of her heel on the wheel that was controlling the car. "C'mon, just one shot," She murmured as she attempted to focus on the van. "There," She happily declared sitting down once more and while the car lurched forward even faster the van behind them exploded. "Well, thought that would be MUCH easier," She half laughed.
"Where are we going?" Altair said cautiously, suspecting this woman. "My house," She replied in a bubbly tone. "That would be quite unwise, those men have your house guarded," He said questioning this woman's logic. "Oh pft, that's just a decoy, were going to my real house," She answered in a comforting tone. He sank back into silence cursing the lack of his hood but tried to convince himself the mask hid his expressions. After what seemed a while, Lilia made a turn off road and looked as if she was to hit a hill. "Umm..." He trailed off, worried for her sanity and his life. "Oh, it opens," She said pressing a button by the top of her car and the hill slide open as they drove down into a metal tunnel that lead to a metal room. Great just like the old place, He though with animosity not noticing her exit of the car. "C'mon Altair, the house is through this door," She called opening a door. He quickly left the car, eager to stretch his legs.
As he walked through the door he took back his previous statement, this place was much different than the last place. The place was cozy, neat but was warm with warm colors and spices drifting through the air. It caused his stomach to betray him with a grumble. She laughed her melodious laugh once more. "Hungry?" She asked a sly grinning in her eye. She didn't expect an answer and instead beckoned him to the kitchen which held many of the future's new wonders. He sat down in the nearest seat and watched her every move as she prepared some type of meal. He took this time to organize his thoughts one more. Was she really an assassin? Could she be trusted? What was her intention in saving him, definitely not killing him, if so then what was the point...? His thoughts were cut off as she slid him a plate that held what they called a 'sandwich' along with some round yellow things. She seemed to eat hers without any hesitation so he deemed it edible and ate with speed. She finished after him and he studied her as she grabbed the plates and put them in the 'sink' and then stretched and sighed greatly. "I'm quite tired, what about you? Come, I'll show you your bunk out". She yawned and hopped up the stairs, he followed curious as to what a 'bunk out' was; it turned out to be a bedroom with a washing place attached to it. She showed him how to operate things and where the modern clothes were then happily chirped a goodnight and closed the door. He sighed and scanned the room, nothing seemed out of place, no cameras like the last room, and it was warm also, with tan walls and a scent of sandalwood teasing his nose. He opened the door to see her seal her door shut and a hum emanate from it. This woman was odd, but he could trust her for now; but just for safety he locked his door. Once that task was solved, he took off the scratchy clothes and slept in nothing but the underthings they called 'boxers'. He laid down on the soft bed willing his body to go into a light sleep, with the calming thoughts of his weapons returned to him.
So just a quick answer to the language (because he does speak Arabic). But I made him learn English during the time after the whole Al Mualim incident. So didja like it? Eh? Eh?