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Chapter Nine: Answer me now
"What?" asked Connie from her spot on the couch, looking at the TV.
"When you were talking to your sister, it seemed I could only understand what you were saying...?" he answered, almost not liking what he was saying.
"...what?" Connie said shocked, is that even possible?
"I will not repeat myself to you." He said annoyed, and still waiting for a proper explanation.
"Umm, well I don't know how that happened... What language do you speak?" she asked a little worried.
"Arabic." He said looking at her more intently now.
"..." what the fuck? He's talking English, not Arabic. She thought concerned. How the heck is that even possible.
"Altair, listen, you're talking English, not Arabic." She said confused.
"I know what I am speaking woman, and you are speaking it as well." He said completely confident, maybe he wasn't lying...
"Are you sure?" she asked again trying to ignore the part where he called her a woman, and not by her name.
"I told you, I am not repeating myself." He answered, more annoyed than ever now.
"Okay, geez." She said grabbing the remote from Altair. He stared at her for a moment, then at his hand where the remote once was. He then grumbled and glared at her from under his hood, while she changed the channel. She changed it to the history channel of course.
The day continued like this, just the two of them watching TV. Neither one of them uttered a word, and soon Connie left to go make dinner, leaving Altair with the TV once again.
He slowly grabbed the remote once again, and changed the channel. He liked this contraption, -this TV- a lot. It made him feel in power with his ability to change the channel whenever he wanted, mute it whenever he wanted, and turn it off. It was the most obedient little contraption yet.
He had finally figured out what the woman's name was; Connie. It had been the only thing he could understand from her sister, since it was a name. Amusement, annoyance, and Connie's name were the only things he got from Connie's sister; Lyla. Amusement from the show at the front door, and annoyance, at how loud she talked; he couldn't hear the TV.
Getting bored now, he headed to the kitchen silently, looking to see what Connie was doing. She had another pot on the stove and he had no idea what she was cooking, so he turned his attention to her. She was standing with her back towards him, looking out her kitchen window at the blue sky. Something dark walked past his feet than, and he quickly looked down. It was a cat.
He looked up again, and watched as it slowly walked over to Connie. Once it was there, it sat down and began to rub its face on her leg. He smirked as he watched her get startled by the cat, almost falling over.
"Meesha! Are you going to be doing this today too?" said Connie with a laugh, she then noticed Altair there though, but thought nothing of it. She then bent down to pet her cat, petting it in a loving matter, before standing back up and washing her hands. She then headed back to the two pots on the stove.
"Altair were going to be having pasta again, though it's going to be different. As in different sauce." She finished, stirring one of the pots.
"Alright." Was his only reply as he headed to the stool to sit down, Connie still stirring the stuff.
Altair huffed than; he might as well make a conversation, as there was nothing for him to do. He couldn't go climb anything, and the only person he could talk to was her, so his options were rather limited, though, talking to her wasn't that bad.
"It seems you and your sister are not close at all." Was all he said, waiting for her to answer.
"What would you know?" She snapped, but then looked a little regretful after, it didn't offend in the least however.
"Nothing, which is why I'm asking you." He said simply, pulling his hood back down. She stared at him then, wondering why he actually wanted to have a conversation with her now. She didn't mind though.
"Well were not really related." She said, stopping the stirring and getting some spices to add to her white sauce. She glanced at Altair and saw him gesturing to continue.
"I was adopted when I was small into this family. After Lyla was born, my adopted mother couldn't have any more kids, so they adopted, that turned out to be me." She tasted the sauce with her finger, before getting more ingredients.
"While growing up, I always knew I was adopted. It was fairly obvious, I wasn't as pale as them and had no similarities at all, and Lyla made sure I knew it too. It was like she always wanted me to not feel part of the family at all." She let out a sigh then, before continuing.
"My adopted parents always loved me though, didn't care that I was adopted and treated me like I was there own." a smile was on her face then, but it disappeared soon after.
"I always loved them too, but, they died." She said, the sadness evident in her tone, she still continued though.
"I had been the one to discover it, there were no bodies though; only blood." She shivered at the remembrance of it. "I had gotten the will of my parents after, and for some reason, they left everything to me. I was grateful of course, but besides that, they also gave me Lyla's hate. I haven't been on good terms with her since, and the only time I see her, she's usually asking for something, or showing off her new love interest." Finished Connie, before tasting the sauce again, she shut her eyes from the taste and nodded in satisfaction.
"Have you ever looked for your real parents?" asked Altair curious, the delicious smells of dinner tickling his nose.
"Yeah, but sadly they haven't found anything, I've been searching since I was 17." She answered, draining the pasta and getting it ready to eat. She added the sauce, and started to stir it around, mixing it.
Altair was silent, that's about as far as he would go with this discussion at the moment. His boredom was sustained. Connie handed him a bowl than grabbed her own and sat on the stool beside him. Altair wasn't that keen about her sitting there when he first came, but had gotten use to it and didn't really mind. There was nowhere else to sit anyways.
"So since I answered some of your questions, will you answer some of mine?" asked Connie while enjoying her dinner.
"no." Was all he said as he continued to eat his food.
"What? That's not fair, I answered yours. Plus I thought we were going to figure out how you got into this mess?" she said annoyed at his answer.
"No one told you to answer my questions, and we can leave that to another day." He said simply continuing to eat. Connie sighed in annoyance, before going back to enjoying her food once again.
They continued to eat in silence, not bothering to say anything anymore, and once they were done, Connie cleaned everything up, and they both went to bed, nothing out of the ordinary had happened that night.
When morning came that day, everything was more of the same; they got up, ate breakfast, and watched TV. It was at this point however that Connie couldn't take the boredom. The first few days with Altair here had not been so bad, and she actually had a lot of fun, the second day being her favourite. However that was soon coming to a close now, there was nothing else to do, and Altair was certainly not that social, it was almost like he was not here.
It was now the fourth day he was here, and she still knew nothing of him, except his name. She was starting to believe that he wasn't actually from the past and was just looking for someone to mooch off of, her being his new victim. That thought alone was annoying her to an extent she couldn't handle much longer.
Holding the remote up to the TV she quickly turned it off, and turned to face Altair.
"I want answers from you now." Was all she said, waiting for a response from him. He stared at her from under his hood, his emotions clearly masked behind it.
"And what answers would those be?" he asked plainly, trying to understand if she was attempting to threaten him.
"I don't believe you're from the past anymore, I need proof, and if you can't give me any, I would advise you to leave now." Was all she said, her voice using a stern tone.
"Why the sudden trust issues, I thought you believed me?" he said, her earlier threat meaning nothing to him.
"Ha! You never had my trust, and probably never will. You probably aren't even an assassin. Give me proof or leave, before I make you." She said in a deadly tone, rising from her seat.
Hmm, it seemed this woman was more amusing than he once thought, does she honestly think she can make me leave? Even going as far as to threaten me to get answers? Her failed attempts will amuse me no doubt. Altair got up as well, fully intending on showing her he was an assassin, a master assassin at that.
"Do you honestly believe you can threaten me?" he asked in a stern voice, sounding rather deadly itself.
"Yes I do. If you really are from the past, you can't kill me because I'm your ticket for survival, and if you don't answer my questions I'm kicking you out of my house. You're dead either way." She said simply, her glare not wavering in the slightest.
Altair and Connie were both on either ends of the round coffee table in the middle of the room, neither of their stares wavering.
"Your words mean nothing." Was all Altair said, his hidden blade coming out staring at her smugly. Tisk, he broke my first rule, no threatening me in anyway. Thought Connie a little mad, she didn't regret her next actions however.
"Maybe this will." She said, and then quickly kicked the table against Altair's legs, making him stumble, and his smug smile vanish. She then kicked it again and he fell losing his balance. She than grabbed the ledge of the table and flipped it onto Altair before he could get up, a pained sound coming from his lips. She than crawled on top of the underside of the table, grabbing the gun that was strapped under it; stopping Altair from moving with her weight, and the table on top of him. It was also on top of his arms, halting him from using them also. She held the gun to his pained face. He knew that could kill him, and any attempts he was about to take to get free ended.
"So much for being an assassin, what else do you have to prove your right before I throw you out of this house?" she asked smugly, her dark hair curtaining around her face as she was looking down with the gun still pointed at his face. Altair was stunned, how had this woman managed that? Not many people could get him in such a compromising position, let alone a woman. And her smugness at that moment reminded him of... Himself.
Finding it hard to breath, Altair quickly answered with a sneer. "I am an assassin, and I am from the past. I can think of nothing that can prove I am right, besides me not knowing most things." he said quickly, his breath not coming fast enough.
"Right. And that can all be an act. Why don't you tell me about your past, I do know a lot about history, and maybe if your story fit, I would believe you." She said simply, noticing his breathing getting faster. Good, maybe he'll think about his answer properly. She thought her smugness still ever present.
"I can't think and speak of it all under these circumstances." He said, letting out a gasp every now and then.
"Think faster." Was all she said, her hazel eyes narrowing. She looked at her watch. "Your time is almost running out." She said with a smile. This woman was getting too arrogant, is...is that how he was? His words left his mouth smoothly yet quickly.
"I was born to Assassin parents in 1165. During my childhood, I was trained and raised by my master Al Mualim, and quickly rose among my brethren in skill, gaining status with my master and eventually becoming a Master Assassin and Instructor." He said taking deep breaths, the table and her together were rather heavy. He couldn't even lift the damn thing since his arms were flat against the floor.
"Continue." Was all she said, her gun still in her hand pointed at him.
"I was sent on a mission in 1191, to retrieve an artefact for my master. I,.. I failed the mission and was demoted to the rank of novice and sent on a quest for redemption," he took a deep breath, and then continued. "From my master. I was Tasked with the deaths of nine individuals, two of which I," he took another breath, it was obviously apparent it was getting harder for him to breath. Too bad. She thought before he then continued. "I had already assassinated. I was in Jerusalem resting for my next assassination, when I woke up here." He finished, his breathing much faster than before.
"You woke up in a tree." Remarked Connie before continuing. "Your explanation seems plausible, and I could tell you weren't lying... so I'll believe you for now. Don't expect me to trust you though." She finished waiting for a response.
"I understand." Answered Altair, a pained look coming to his face one more.
Connie tucked the gun into the back of her pants while putting the safety on, before getting off the table slowly. She then grabbed the legs of the table and pulled it off Altair. Once that was out of the way, she noticed he was still on the floor, she walked over.
"You alright?" asked Connie holding out her hand to Altair, a small smile on her face. He opened his eyes looking at her. She had gained his,... Respect through her actions, and as much as it pained him, he wouldn't attack her. Taking her offered hand, she helped him pull himself up.
"Fine." Answered Altair, getting a pat on the back from Connie, which was sore. "That's good." She said looking at her watch, it was 2 o'clock. Seemed she missed lunch once again. Altair then turned to her, with a questioning stare before asking her.
"Was I actually in a tree?" he asked amused. She looked at him a smile coming to her face.
"Yeah, and I had to drag you all the way to my house, that's why I was mad when you were ungrateful." She said with a laugh.
"Well I am grateful." He said with a smirk, sitting himself down on the couch once again. Connie plopped herself next to him, before answering.
"Good to know." She said, grabbing the remote to watch TV again the previous situation almost completely forgotten about, however odd that seemed.
AN: so, in later chapters it will be explained why Altair can only understand Connie. And why Connie understands Altair. :S there is a reason of course; cuz how weird is it that they can just understand each other? XD
Also, Connie just kicked Altair's ass XD well let's get this straight, if she wasn't in her house with all her plans, and strategies, that would have not happened, but with those circumstances in order, it was possible.
So fourth day... Stuffs going to happen soon! I can't believe it took me 9 chapters to write 4 days XD
Well anyways, leave a review to let me know what you think! Please they mean a lot to me! :D
