Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, just my OC's.
Also, I would like to thanks my "Beta Reader", that is helping me with some english errors. I wouldn't be here if not for her.
Abel went back to the thieves guild slowly, walking in the roofs, with a smile on his face, even if he didn't know why he felt happy.
As he entered the guild, a coin purse flew in his direction. He caught the purse and put it in his clothes, as he walked to the table where Antonio and Rosa sat.
"I never doubted you, my friend. Since you were a little boy, you never disappoint me." Antonio smiled, reaching his big mustache with one hand.
"I did nothing. Rosa and your thieves did most of the job." Abel sat with them, crossing his arms.
"Well, then give the money to me." Rosa joked, laughing as she put her elbow in the table and supported her head in her hand.
"Thinking of it, I did most of the job." The three laughed, and continued to chat.
"Now that you've mentioned it, Antonio, do you remember anything about my childhood? I hardly remember it." He looked Antonio and Rosa, and both of them were frozen. He heard a loud noise and a white line appeared in the wall and turned it into number. As the line approached, it touched Antonio and Rosa and they both turned into numbers too. Abel was too desperate to move and closed his eyes with strength.
"Hey, boy. I'm talking to you!" He heard a strong voice, and opened his eyes, looking around. He was at the middle of one street in Florence.
"I'm talking with you!" He felt a hit in his stomach, which made him retreat. He looked at the voice, it was from a tall man, dressed as a guard. By the height of that man, or he was very tall, or Abel had shrunk. It was the second one. He looked at his hands, they were small and dirty.
"I'm not asking for your answer again! I'm gonna kill you and get my purse back!" The guard in front of him took a sword and aimed Abel, which quickly started to run, being followed by the guard.
"What the hell happened to me?" He asked to himself as he continued to run. While he ran, a purse full of coins was shaking in his pocket and then he understood why the guard was following him.
"Shit... When that happened?" He was getting tired, his small body couldn't handle to much effort.
As he approached a house, he quickly climbed it, with hope that the guard didn't know how to follow him. Sadly, the guard climbed the house and continued to run.
While Abel ran, he saw a nest of pigeons in the roof and aimed to that place. Once he approached, he jumped and the only thing that he saw below him was a hale of bay and without many options, he jumped on it, that not only cushioned the fall, but hid him.
He made space for his eyes, looking at the guard, already on the ground, searching for him.
"Damn thieves! You all are just like damn rats! If I ever see you again, boy, you are damned!" The guard sheathed his sword and left the place.
"What the hell was that...?" While the boy walked out of the bale of hay, he heard clapping, and looked to the direction of the sound. It was a younger version of Antonio, with a younger version of Rosa.
"Very good, Abel! You managed to escape. You always do."
Abel remembered that scene. It was from his childhood, with age of ten. But why was he seeing that? That event was from thirteen years in the past. Abel continued to question himself for an explanation and closed his eyes for a moment so then he could think better.
"Hey, Abel, are you sleeping?" The voice of Antonio made Abel's thoughts stop for a minute and he quickly looked to his friend, he was at the table with them again.
"Are you ok? You were quiet and with eyes closed. Are you tired?" Rosa looked to him, a little worried.
"Hm... Yes, I'm a little sleepy, sorry." He stood, and sighed, looking around. "Well, I think I'll go home, I need some sleep."
Antonio and Rosa smile, nodding. "Have a good sleep, rest well." Both of them said and got back to the talk.
"Yeah... I hope I will..." Abel exited the guild and went home. He climbed his own wall and entered by the window, closing it after.
"What happened...? Was I really sleeping?" He kept questioning himself while he removed his clothes, staying only with his pants and laying down on the bed.
"That thing about the time and now a flashback... Well, I was probably sleeping and had a nightmare, I didn't sleep well last night, and I was just talking about that."
He tried to convince himself, but that memory didn't disappear from his head.
"I should sleep a little... I'm a little tired, anyway..." And he did it, even if it took a little before he could clear his mind of that thought.
He felt himself wake up and opened his eyes. He was in an empty space.
"What the...?" He started to walk, looking around, and didn't see anything for a few seconds, until the empty space took form. Now, he saw himself at a small tunnel, dressed like an assassin, with two more others assassins, one with a white hood, and other with a grey hood, and a man in front of them, unaware of theirs presence. The white hooded assassin got behind the man, and using the hidden blade, killed him by stabbing his neck.
The assassin next Abel, wearing a grey hood said, looking at the man in front of them.
"Not fortune, skill. Watch a little longer and you may learn something." The man replied with a little arrogance in his voice.
Abel felt the words leaving his mouth without him moving it. "Indeed. He'll teach you how to disregard everything the Master has taught us."
"And how would you have done it?" The assassin in white hood asked.
"I would not have drawn attention to us. I would not have taken the life of an innocent. What I would have done is follow the Creed." Abel started to understand that he wasn't really there, he was just seeing that scene by the eyes of someone.
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Understand these words. It does not matter how we complete our task. Only that it's done." The assassin replied, seeming a little could.
"But this is not the way of the..."
"My way is better." Before the one that Abel was seeing as himself finished the line, the other assassin replied.
"I will scout ahead. Try not to dishonor us further." Abel saw himself turning. He ran, and jumped off a big hole in the ground, reaching a stair, and stopping beside it.
"What it that? Am I dreaming?" He tried to look around, but he couldn't move. He was only seeing or doing that what that person did.
Soon, the other two reached him. The one with the white hood climbed the stair, being followed by the others two. They saw a Templar at the top and the white hooded assassin approached slowly, using his left hand to pierce the enemy back, and the right to shut his mouth.
They reached a high place in a big chamber and could see an artifact in the other side.
"There! That must be the ark!" 'Abel' shouted, seeming a little surprised.
"The Ark... of the Covenant?" The grey hooded assassin looked at the others two as he said, receiving a reply of the white hooded one. "Don't be silly. There's no such thing. It's just a story."
"Then what is it?" The assassin tried to continue the chat, but quickly stopped when he heard 'Abel' speaking.
"Quiet. Someone's coming." The three heard footsteps in the lower part of the chamber, and, bellow them, they saw four Templars, one bald, and judging by his armor, the leader.
"I want this through this gate before sunrise! The sooner we possess it, the sooner we can turn our attention to those jackals at Masyaf!" The Templar pointed the ark as he spoke to the other three.
The white hooded one seemed a little anxious when he saw the bald man. "Robert de Sable. His life is mine."
'Abel' looked at the Templars and then at the assassins. "No! We were asked to retrieve the treasure and deal with Robert only if necessary."
"He stands between us and the ark. I'd say it's necessary." He seemed a little arrogant again, as he looked to "Abel" "Discretion, Altaïr!"
Altair? How could that be possible? Altaïr was a great assassin, but he died in 1257. Even if it was a dream, why would Abel dream of him? And how he could know about that mission?
Altair got near 'Abel', still looking at him. "You mean cowardice. That man is our greatest enemy and here we have a chance to be rid of him!"
"You have already broken two tenets of our Creed. Now you would break the third. Do not compromise the Brotherhood!" Even if he knew that it wasn't true, he felt really worried.
"I am your superior, in both title and ability. You should know better than to question me." Altair didn't waste any second and jumped in the lowest part of the chamber, approaching the Templars.
"Hold, Templars! You are not the only ones with business here." He said with conviction in his voice, calling the attention of the Templars. Robert smiled, looking to him, as the other two assassins joined Altair.
"Ah! Well, this explains my missing man. And what is it you want?"
"Blood." Altair didn't took a second to think in an answer and soon after that, he ran towards the enemy, trying to attack him. 'Abel' tried to grab Altair, but it was too late. Robert held Altair's wrist, not letting him use the hidden blade.
"You know not the things in which you meddle, Assassin. I spare you only that you may return to your Master and deliver a message. The Holy Land is lost to him and his! He should flee now while he has the chance. Stay and all of you will die!"
As Robert finished the line, he threw Altair from the room, making the scaffolding that were supporting the archway collapse, blocking the exit and letting only 'Abel' and the grey-hooded assassin in the room with Robert and the Templars. Robert took his sword, looking at the two assassins. "Men, to arms! Kill the Assassins!"
"S-Shit! We have to fight!" The grey-hooded assassin was frozen by shock and couldn't run, or fight. 'Abel' sighed, and couldn't do anything too, so he just closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt a great pain in his left arm and looked at it, but all that he saw was blood and he couldn't move it. He was in a hall, walking towards a table, where Altair was talking with another assassin with a great, white beard, and black robes. The man seemed nervous as he talked to Altair. "Where are Malik and Kadar?"
"Dead." Altair didn't even hesitate to answer.
"No!" 'Abel' shouted, looking at them "Not dead..."
The old man looked to 'Abel', surprised. "Malik."
Malik, he knew this name, was one of the assassin's in the era of Altaïr, that lose his left arm because of that mission. "I still live at least!"
"And your brother?"
"Gone... Because of you!" Malik pointed his hand to Altair, seeming really nervous.
"Robert threw me from the room! There was no way back, nothing I could do." He still didn't seem to feel anything by his tone.
"Because you would not heed my warning! All of this could have been avoided! And my brother, my brother would still be alive! Your arrogance nearly cost us victory today!"
"Nearly?" The old man seemed intrigued.
"I brought what your favorite failed to find. Here! Take it." As Malik said, another assassin brought the ark to the old man.
Again, the white line appeared, and vanished everything but Abel, throwing him back to the empty space. Now he could fell his arm and move his body.
He stood in the empty space for a few more time, until it all turned to black, he saw himself back at his home, laying down in his bed. His body was covered by sweat.
"Another bad dream...?" He slowly sat in the bed, brushing his head with both hands.
"Seemed really real... Even the pain... I'm probably getting crazy because of that thing of the time stop..." He raised his left hand, closing it a few times, staring it.
Abel stood in the bed a few more minutes, until he went to the window and opened it, looking to the beautiful view of Florence that he had from there. Watching it always made him feel better, but, not far from there, he saw a person with white clothes running in the roofs, there were some guards following that person.
"Ezio again?" As he said, he quickly jumped in the roof in front of his house and ran towards that person. Before saying anything, he jumped in a guard, triggering his hidden blade while in the air and landing it in the enemy's face. He didn't lose time, and grabbed another guard that just passed him by the clothes and threw him out off the building. He looked at him, seeing the guard dying when hit the ground. "Ouch... That must hurt..."
"See for yourself." He heard strong voice and soon that Abel turned back to the guards, one of them held Abel and threw him too, quickly going back to the other person, that was now surrounded.
"You have nowhere to go now. Hand us what you've stolen and we may spare your life." The guard pointed to the person dressed like an assassin, but soon he fell in the ground, and behind him was Abel, breathing a little heavy. "I almost died back there, idiot..."
He looked at the other assassin, recognizing that person, but didn't have time to think, since a guard tried to attack him with a sword. He dodged and striked back with a hidden blade.
The other assassin used the distraction to attack a guard by approaching his back and stealing his sword. He quickly turned to the assassin, which threw his weapon away and punched the guard's face, destroying a little his helmet, since the assassin was using an iron glove.
The assassin kneed another one on the back, grabbing his arm and throwing him far away. The two guards were alive, but they didn't have strength to fight.
"Wow... You are very skilled." Abel watched the fight while killed a guard and didn't see another one near him, ready to attack with a spear.
"Watch out, idiot, don't stop until the fight is over!" The assassin kicked Abel, making him fall, making the spear nearly hit his arm with full strength, but made just a small cut. The assassin dodged the spear, holding it and kicking the guard in the stomach some times and then kicking his face, destroying his helmet too with the iron boots. The guard fell and tried to get up, but surrendered.
"You are very... Flexible..." Abel got up, looking at the assassin, which took of the hood, and looked at him.
It was Lisa. She sighed, looking to Abel, running his hand in her face. "Idiot, pay more attention when you fight."
Abel looked at her, surprised and his cheek reddened a little, but he smiled. "I was just surprised in the way that you threw him, it was really… Incredible."
She smiled, still looking at him and saw the small cut in his right arm. "You are hurt..." She approached him, holding his arm, looking at the wound. He blushed even more, but smiled. "Don't worry; it was just a small cut."
She stared his wound, sighing. Soon, she grabbed his arm, and started to walk. "I'll take care of that. But you must pay more attention."
Abel sighed, but didn't try to resist.
They went to the streets and she entered a house with him, closing the door. She was still holding his arm and went upstairs, to a small room, the house was very similar to Abel's. She made him sit on the bed. "Take off your upper clothes."
He looked at her, staring for a few seconds. "I met you today and you want me like that already?" She laughed and glared at him while separating some herbs.
"Ok, I agree." He quickly took off the upper part of the uniform, staying just with a black shirt.
"Don't be stupid, I only date assassins that aren't easily distracted by a girl throwing an armored man away." She laughed again and approached, cleaning the wound and them putting a green herb upon it and then compressing with a cloth and tying a knot.
"That's specific. And a little impossible, good luck with that." Abel smiled, looking at her and them at the cloth in his arm. "That is why I have this exact condition." She said, raising an eyebrow.
"Thank you, Lisa." She just nodded and smiled, looking at him.
"Well... Ok, then. Thank you again for helping me here." He got up while putting his uniform again.
"And thank you for helping me a little back there."
Abel smiled, looking at her. "Don't worry, as assassins, we have the duty to help the others."
They talked for a while and Abel went downstairs after saying goodbye. He exited her house and walked to his. He entered, felling a little strange, so he went upstairs, where the window was open, and, through it, he saw Lisa's bedroom right in front of his window. She was staring him too. The two were quiet for some minutes, until they both started to laugh.
Abel watched his street from the window, the only thing blocking his view of the city was the house in front of his, he had never seen someone on that place. He looked around, and then to her.
"So, I have a beautiful view of Florence, and a good view of your room, and I didn't know it?"
She laughed, looking at him. "Well, I don't have a beautiful view at all, so... I can't say the same."
He stared her again, faking a hurt expression. "My... Thank you."
She laughed, looking at him, supporting her elbows in the window. "Go to bed, Abel, you seem tired and you've hurt yourself. Tomorrow we discuss how bad my view is."
He laughed, looking at her and then smiled. They wished a good night to one another and closed the windows.
"Well... What a pleasant surprise." He smiled with himself and removed his uniform, laying on his bed and soon sleeping, with a smile on his face.