Disclaimer: As always, I do not own any of these characters, places, themes, etc. If asked by Ubisoft, I will stop. If not I shall continue to the best of my ability. I'd rather if you commented that you didn't just go "Good! Keep it up!" And the like, I'd rather you'd give a piece of advice, for example perhaps I mistook a fact or something, and I like verification of facts. I am also avoiding using dates and thus trying to avoid canon to the best of my ability, however it will end in a canon way. This is my first Fan Fiction and it is about Fiora Cavazza (The Courtesan) and Malfatto (The Doctor). Oh, and I apologize to the Italian Language for any mistakes I have or may make. Thank you all for reading the first two chapters and enjoy this third. Possibly out of four, perhaps five parts total. And I also apologize for the long waiting times between chapters, I have a busy schedule and limited time on PCs these days.
Chapter Three: Retreat
Point of View: Cavazza
As we walked the streets of Roma, heading as south as we can manage, Salvatore opened up to me. If only I had paid attention, truly I wish I did. He mentioned he was born and raised here in this city and joined with the Assassins after Ezio himself saved him from guards.
Such an act, as it turns out, is a typical strategy for recruitment into their order. And for Ezio to save the soon-to-be recruits, he gains their loyalty and they will be forced to either fight against the Borgia or stay on the streets and die.
An effective strategy, indeed.
All proved useless in the next few moments, it seemed. I saw Malfatto, as if a haze surrounded him, he seemed to give off an aura of hatred and malign intentions.
I gasped and shook Salvatore's shoulder and frantically said, "That man, the doctor, he's trying to kill me!" Salvatore turned and observed the doctor, and without even confirming (to which, I shall always find odd), he pushed me back and charged at Malfatto.
I didn't bother looking back, but I could hear a grunt among the screams of the populace. And I highly doubted that Malfatto had died, which meant that Salvatore…
Merda (Shit)! I kept running, pushing past the screaming masses.
I turn the corner down the street and I examine the area quickly. And a convient stack of boxes make a great way to get to several poles so I can flip up onto the roof. Honestly, those kinds of places are literally everywhere in the city, one might wonder why...
But that's another mystery for another day, I run up the boxes and jump three poles onto the roof of what I believe is an art shop. I examine the area and I consider my options.
I had no idea where Salvatore was sending me other than it was to the south. I am hesitant to leave the city, it's far to open...
I take off to the east anyways, if I lose him he might think that I am leaving Roma.
Perhaps ten minutes into is endeavor, I turn back and see a Borgia guard. I thought it was something to be truly frightened of, but he hadn't even seen me ye-
Oh God, it's not a guard! Malfatto sees me and I see him, I can just sense the smile brewing underneath his mask.
Sadly this realization causes me to lose my footing and I fall off the roof into a cart of hay (and these are also conviently placed throughout the city. I never quite knew why.). It seemed I escaped major injury, drew my hand across my ankle and I feel blood. It was a shallow enough cut, thank goodness.
I got out and I looked up and saw Malfatto standing perched to strike atop the roof. I looked around for help. I take off running where I think is either south or west, I cannot tell, but I am heading towards a river.
And I shout, "Help! Help! That doctor is trying to kill me!" I turn and see Malfatto hesitate for a moment as his covern is blown.
Four men rush over to me and their leader, a bald man with a badly shaven face (how vain I notice that in this time of peril!) says, "What are you talking about?"
I point at Malfatto and I reply, "That man is a Borgia pig and is trying to kill me!"
Not sure what caused them to go to my aid. I had heard rumors of Vigilantes who help the people against the Borgia, could my luck finally turned and I happened t run into them?
I do not honestly know, nor do I care. If they can kil him, great, if not then I have to trap him. I quickly turn down a street into a dark alleyway to find a hiding spot. I take my fan and I drop it onto the ground outside the path, Malfatto will see it.
I enter a courtyard where two other courtesans are chatting about some nobleman or other, I give them a wide berth and head out a northern exit. He might pass them up, or he might not, either way I can get the jump on him from above.
I lay down my knife belt at the passage, to have him think that's where I went. I turned to the building and charged up it and found a hiding spot on the roof. Now all I have to do is wait for him to arrive.
And I'll trap him.
A/N: I will be taking a break from Il mio fiore for a while, I want to try to work on another fanfiction about Morrowind or Dragon Age: Origins – Awakening, but those who have played Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood will probably know where the next chapter is heading.
