When I awoke, I was in a different alley with people passing carelessly by. The only problem was that my head hurt like hell and Abby was no where in sight.

"Abby?" I said drowsily and sat up.

I sat up a little too fast and fell back down. I took a deep breath and got to my hands and knees, trying to stand up, holding onto a building for support.

"Abby?" I said again, feeling the tunnel vision take over.

I shook it off and stumbled down the alley, eventually ending up back where I was before I passed out. I walked along, trying to ask people if they have seen my sister, but instead of speaking complete sentences, I was slurring incoherently.

"What's her problem?" Someone whispered.

"Please.." I whispered, trying not to fall.

Someone caught my shoulders before I could fall. It was a man in white robes, similar to the man who helped me before, but this one was different. His voice was different.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My sister..Abby..she's missing. I don't..unh.." I felt like collapsing again and I was incredibly nauseous.

"Slow down. Describe her for me." The man said quietly. I hadn't even realized he had picked me up and was carrying me.

"She...she has..dark brown hair and..dark brown..eyes..she's..adorable."

"How old is she?"

"She's..only eight." I replied tiredly. "Put me down." I croaked.

The man obeyed and I ran into an alley, vomiting what was left of the poison in the water. I stumbled back and the man picked me up, scaling up a building while I clung tightly onto his cloak.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked quietly.

"To someone who may be of some help." He replied.

I still clung tightly onto him as he jumped across buildings and eventually stopping in front of a building covered in moss and vines with an opening that one could easily jump down into.

"Altair!" The man called quietly.

No answer.

"Altair!" He called again.

This time, a man who looked similar to him appeared. He looked just the man who had helped me escape the guards.

"Catch." He said, holding me over the opening.

"Don't even--"

Too late.

The idiot had dropped me, and if I wasn't so sick I would have screamed, but luckily Altair had caught me. He carefully set me down on some mats and pillows and I rolled over.

"Why did you bring her here?" I heard Altair whisper.

"She's looking for her sister. By her description it looked like the girl Garnier de Napoleuse had taken away.."

"Who?!" I shrieked, sitting up.

Altair moved closer to me.

"Garnier De Napoleuse is a doctor here in Acre.."

Ah, I wasn't even in in Damascus anymore. So how did I get here?

"So he is performing experiments on the poor here, and I saw him carrying away a young girl who fits the description of your sister. She was tough though, he had to knock her out in order to stop her from beating him."

Yep that was Abby. She may be young, but she was tough, thanks to me.

"Okay, so how do we get her back?"

""We", aren't doing anything. I'm going to assassinate Garnier."

"Fine." I said stubbornly. "I'm coming."

Altair sighed and started to scale up the wall with ease. I whined a little, knowing I couldn't do this.

"Just try." Altair said from the top, sensing my uneasiness.

I got a running start and grabbed onto an indentention in the cement, lifting myself up, but barely. I felt myself slipping, but Altair grabbed my hand before I could fall.

"Thanks." I mumbled, brushing myself off.

The walk to where Garnier was supposed to be was awfully quiet. Altair didn't say anything and I didn't dare make him say anything, seeing as he was an assassin. That's probably why he helped me in the first place, because he knows what it's like to be running from the guards. When we finally got the location, there was crowd gathering to see the "great doctor". When we found a discreet place in the crowd, a poor, shirtless and bloody man burst from the doors next to us. He would've knocked me over if Altair hadn't moved me.

"Help!" He screamed. "Someone has to help! The blood, the experiments..I can't take it anymore!"

Another door opened in front of us. A relatively large man stepped out in an apron and gloves that were saturated with blood. Seeing the blood and thinking it could be my sister's made me woozy. I held onto Altair's cloak for support and he clung onto my shoulder. I couldn't hear what the man's was saying, but I could almost hear Abby screaming for me to help her, I could almost see the scalpel cutting into her fair skin..

No. She was safe. She had to be. Altair moved forward, pushing through men and women and I followed, brushing past guards who gave me a strange look. I gave them a death glare in return. If Abby was dead, I'd kill anyone involved, even if they just looked at her body.

"Go rescue whoever's alive." Altair whispered in my ear.

I nodded and made a sharp turn, walking into a room that was filled with endless amounts of beds. People moaned and screamed for someone to help occasionally. My heart sank as I walked past people with scars on their abdomens, other without arms, legs, eyes, some were even dead, their stomachs bloated and their skin a dark purple with flies buzzing around. Some bodies were piled carelessy in the corners to make room for more "experiments". My heart sank even more when I saw decaying bodies of children tossed carelessly aside. My ears perked up when I heard a faint, muffled crying sound. I turned a corner and found a young girl curled tightly against a dying body.

"Abby.." I whispered, moving to her.

She didn't respond, instead curled tighter against the bloody body.

"Mommy.." She cried softly.

I glanced at the face. The faintly dirty blonde hair was caked with dried blood, the grey eyes dull and listless. I knew this body. It was my mother, the woman who raised and protected us for years until the guards dragged her away. This was her fate? To be stuck here and experimented on carelessly? The thought made my blood boil and I clenched my fists.

"Come on Abby, we're going home." I choked back tears.

"No!" She screamed and raised her head. It was covered in blood, and I couldn't tell if it was hers or my mother's.

"She's dead Abby, there's nothing we can do."

"She is not! She's still alive! We were just talking!" She cried and clung tightly on the decaying flesh.

"Abby.."

"Jasmine!" She screamed at me.

I sighed and stood back, letting her cry into my dead mother's chest. To my surprise, the body shifted in response.

"I'm not dead Jasmine." Mother whispered.

After all these years, she still had the soft spoken voice, the voice that could scold and love at the same time. Her grey eyes bore into mine, and I could almost feel her pain.

"Let's get out of here." I whispered.

"I can't move." Mother whispered and tried to sit up, but to no avail.

I sighed. "Alright. Abby, stay here and keep an eye on mom. I'll be back."

"Where are you going?" Mother called faintly as I walked away.

"I have some unfinished business to take care of."