Previously:

Altair pulled out an image of the Brotherhood's logo, and requested that he got that image imprinted onto his back.

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As Al Mualim's eyes flitted over Altair's toned body, he noticed the tattoo on his back. "Altair! WHAT IS THIS?!"

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"What have you done? Any Templar you run into will know about it! You will compromise the Brotherhood yet again! What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sorry… I was drunk. I didn't know any better." I'm screwed. So, basically, he's going to hit me or make me sleep on the street. "You're an Assassin! You should know how to deal with alcohol." "Sorry! Just let me have fun once in a while!" Altair yelled. Shit, shouldn't have said tha- SLAP! "YOU INSOLENT CHILD! COME HERE!" "No, no, no please…" Altair whimpered, his cockiness gone. Malik, please don't. Altair thought, having a flashback to when he made Malik lose his arm. He would hit him again and again.

Al Mualim grabbed Altair by the collar and threw him against the wall. Altair hit the wall with a thud and covered his head with his hands. Al Mualim came after him again and again and again. Altair stopped counting after the fifth hit. Al Mualim pulled a knife out and pushed it in at his shoulder. "YOU IDIOT OF A CHILD! I WISH YOU NEVER HAD BEEN BORN!" "GAHH!" the Son of None screeched in pain. "I promise… I won't do it again!"

Altair's screams ricocheted into the night.

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"Malik…" Malik opened the door to see a scarred figure in a white robe.

"Altair?"

A.N. I apologise for overly late. The last chappie will be up tomorrow.

Wolfy out!

Now where is Rumble?

Also, if someone can teach me how to write long stories, that would be greatly appreciated.