I just had this idea for a one shot from the song 'Hide and Seek' by Imogen Heap. It's rather sweet, yet sad. Who knows? Maybe I'll build off of it! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed, I only have rights to my OC.
Hindrance
It was very quiet on the day it happened. There was no wind, no breeze to cut through the silence of the night. The streets of Damascus were deserted, all shops vacated. I was the only one to roam. I was out on a peaceful walk, where no one could interrupt me. I just wanted to be alone. There was a lot on my mind. My brain was stationary in my skull as thoughts whizzed by it.
His face was sharp-featured, and terrifying. His muscles were big, his hair tousled. His clothes seemed that of a middle-class man. He was not poor, he wasn't desperate for what he did. He was greedy, and just wanted it. His hollow eyes looked through mine, never looking away. It hurt very badly. I was shaking, despite how I was far from still. I felt myself bleed. It was humiliating. I was young then. I aspired to meet someone and fall in love, I was typical. But my typical dreams, my longing for a normal life, it was all shattered. Because now, through the face of someone I love, I can see where it had all ended.
I thought I was going to die that night. I prayed. I prayed as he raped me. I was slapped, beaten, cut, and ripped, my hair was pulled so hard it fell out of my neat little plain braid. I kept thinking about what I would do to make it end quicker. Maybe I would bite my tongue. Maybe I would bash my head against the building I was uncomfortably propped up against.
I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye and looked, I saw nothing. Perhaps a spirit had come to take me to the afterlife. I prayed it was the case. My vision was poor from the pain, I thought it was because I was dying. I looked through clouded eyes behind the man raping me. There, standing plain and tall, was the spirit I had thought I saw. All I saw was a blinding white body with a wound on its stomach, flowing with blood. The spirit moved closer to me. My eyes were stuck on it. The goodness radiating from it had stunned me stiff. I dared not blink in its presence. It was so close now…
The man raping me pulled himself away, face full of fear. I was still. The spirit placed its hand on the man's throat. I saw a short flash of silver. I was astounded. Blood surfaced from the man's neck and sprayed everywhere. I felt a bit on my face. I looked back at the spirit. It was looking at me now. I allowed my eyes to close as the spirit bent down to pick me up. I felt so safe. I was dead. I knew then that I would be forever free. The blinding whiteness fading to black as I closed my eyes. I heard a soothing, deep voice, so gentle, yet so powerful. I wanted my body to melt into the spirit, I was so safe.
I look back on that day two years ago, sitting on a rotting bench in Damascus. The sun is high, and people hurry all around me. I hold my darling daughter in my arms. She is so kind and sweet, sometimes I believe that the spirit is her true father. A gentle breeze is cutting through my bangs and I close my eyes. I start to reopen them, and I see a flash of white, with a bloody wound from the stomach. No, it's a man. A man in white robes and a red sash hanging down. The man is running. I can hear the sound of the bell in the bell tower rumbling an alert. He is speeding past me very slowly. I see his face as he turns to glance quickly at me. It is rough, yet kind and gentle. His features are smooth and his eyes are deep with goodness. I watch him as he speeds by, not daring to blink. I feel my feet move forward independent of my own will, and I follow him…
R+R -Shay