I got this chapter done, though, I'm really not all that happy with it. How long has it been since I updated?...eh, it doesn't matter. But since I had been having problems with my computer the past week, due to a pesky virus. I suddenly lost some motivation. And then I ended up rebooting my computer and deleted all my files (but don't worry, I put everthing in a backup file, so it's all good.) So it took me some time to get back to work. I find it funny how my computer is new, yet its already giving me problems.

Anyways...I decided to add OC's into this. Is that what we call them? So you may like them or hate them if u want. Since I am thinking of what else to put into this story, I may add even more of them. Just for the fun of it...

Well this sucked….

Malik had to skip lunch today, because Shaun text him a while ago that he won't be joining him. He couldn't even get a hold of Lucy either, even though they hardly ever hang out. Perhaps she was busy, as always. The thing is, he never did like eating lunch alone; every time he does go alone, he ends up getting teased by random students and no one is there to have his back. So he decided to just skip the cafeteria and just hang out at the library until the bell rings. After like 20 minutes; he eventually got bored and left, since there was really nothing to do there except reading a few books. But he doesn't have the time to read one book for half an hour.

Malik walked through the long empty hallway, growing wary how quiet it would be without students roaming around. In a way, it was kind of like being in a horror movie, and the one person that decides to walk off on his own, eventually gets killed by something or someone. Malik was the paranoid type; he could blame most of it on his psychic ability. And that was the exact reason why he is rushing through the school as fast as he could walk. But he came to an abrupt halt, when his sight went blurry. He faltered over to the wall on his right, feeling limp and growing nauseous. He grimaced at the painful sensation in his forehead, reaching his hands up to press against his temples as the pain increases almost to the point where he just wants to smash his head to the wall to make it stop. His visions were acting up again, but these were the previous ones he had before; he ones with vampires and such, that makes no sense to him whatsoever.

Malik took slow breaths, trying to ease the pain as he slowly stood up straight. Normally, he doesn't have to deal with these constant headaches every time he has a vision, but some of his visions will trigger such agonizing pain that is just too unbearable. "Hey….you alright?"

Malik slowly turned around, as he did not want to look obvious; two students stood behind him, both wearing a matching gray colored hoodie. Both were grinning at him, not at all concerned in any way. He stared at them blankly, opening his mouth to speak but unable to utter a single word. "Umm…I think there is something wrong with him." One of the boys tried to point out.

"Or maybe he is just feeling sick?"

"Yes….Then again, he could be deaf. That would explain much."

The other shook his head, "Idiot….He would not have heard us if he was!"

"And just who are you calling an idiot? Idiot!" He growled back.

"Would you prefer I call you a dumbass instead?"

The other gave a dark chuckle, "Oh, so you want to start something with me again?"

Malik has had enough, "Please stop with your bickering!" He snapped, gathering their attention back at him.

"Sorry…" They both said softly.

He sighed, looking at the two newcomers curiously, "Why….I don't…"

"I do apologies. Let us introduce ourselves." They quickly removed their hoods; the both of them looking exactly alike. Their skin very pale, short cropped dark brown hair, their eyes were a bright blue, almost dead like. They must have been twins. The only way to tell them apart, were the scars cutting through their eyebrows. One with a scar on his left eyebrow, while the other had one on his right. "My name is Jake. And this is my brother, Mike."

"Hi" Mike made a quick greeting.

Malik raised a brow, "Hi…..now bye." He turned to leave, but felt a strong vice like grip around his wrist, making him stop.

"Whoa, whoa, just hold on." The brother known as Jake smirked at him. "Are you not feeling well? Won't you be needing any assistance, my friend?"

"No thank you." Malik stated, breaking loose of the vice grip.

"Oh you are such a little liar," The other brother said, a small smile over his features. "You obviously are sick…..or are you just having one of your 'moments' again?"

Looking very puzzled, Malik blinked a few times, "What do you mean?" He asked cautiously.

The brothers looked at each other, looking very smug. Jake started, "Your Al-Sayf, right? Malik Al-Sayf?"

"….Yes" Malik replied, hesitating for a second.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Malik." Mike took his hand, shaking their hands with much excitement.

The darker man yanked his hand away, feeling really confused, "I don't…..Understand."

"We have heard so much about you. Can you really predict the future?"

Malik went silent, staring at the twins; he was not expecting that. Jake cleared his throat, "What my brother is trying to say is…..Well, you see; we are new to this school. We transferred here just over two weeks ago. And during our time here, we have heard rumors about you from random students. So, we've became curious; thankfully, those student we've talked with have described how you looked and given us you're name. We have seen you around at times, so we could only assume that you were the man we were looking for."

"So, can you?" Mike asked, a large grin taking over his features.

Continuing to stare at the boys, Malik was awestruck. It was weird how these two students seemed very interested in him. But, for what? He has never met anyone that was fascinated by his gift; they would usually become skeptical or even weirded out by him. The only person besides these two would be Shaun. "Yes, I can…"

"Really?"

"That's pretty cool"

Malik shrugged, "It's not that great, trust me."

"Why not? You can practically predict the events that can occur in the future." Mike stated, crossing his arms.

"Well, no….it's a bit complicated. It just happens at random; I really don't have control of it. I can't choose when to see these visions happen."

Jake made a small laugh, "Are you kidding me?"

"Hmm….That is a shame. I'm a bit disappointed now." Mike said, shifting on his feet.

Jake stared at the darker male, looking more serious than before. "A lot of students have said so many bad things about you, Malik."

"I couldn't care less what they say about me." Malik looked away, moving the strap to this backpack further up his shoulder. He is starting to hate where this was going.

Jake looked at him, raising a brow, "So….You don't care that you are being branded the freak in this school? I kind of admire that." Malik couldn't help but glare at him. "I'd probably kill anyone that would call me a 'freak', or…..Any other insulting name, really."

"Can you tell us something?" Mike moved slowly around the shorter man, blocking his way if he tried to escape them. Malik didn't bother to answer, only waiting for what he was about to say. "How is it like to see these visions of yours?" He gazed at him with a suspicious smile.

"There…..There…..It's hard to explain." He said, looking down sadly. "I…only know that it is painful to watch them….seeing so much bad things happen to innocent people."

"So, you actually have tried to help people then, right?"

Malik sighed, "Yes….No, I….I have tried, but, no one believes me. Everyone just thinks I'm crazy."

Jake cocked his head to the side, his mouth in a thin line. "I see….That is sad to hear." In that tone, he sounded sympathetic. That is, until he said something very despicable, "But then I was wondering why you let Kadar die." He notices how Malik's mouth had twitched when he heard that; perhaps he had hit a nerve.

"Who told you about my-"

"We have met a few students that were friends of your brother. They told us about his accident. And for some reason, they all really hate you; probably, because, they believe that you were the reason why he ended up dead in the first place." Mike stated, making Malik turn around to face him.

"No, that isn't true." Malik shook his head, his voice sounded shaky and weak.

"Now I just find it a bit funny that you didn't do anything to prevent his fate. Out of all the people you try to help, you could have at least saved your brother from his demise."

"Shut up" Malik said quietly, seething with anger.

The brothers were quiet for a second, before Mike started talking again, "Oh come on, I know it wasn't your fault; everyone makes mistakes. I'm sure you just had a little lagging problem with your visions, and things were too late before you could even do anything about it…"

"I said, shut up!" Malik grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him close to face him. "You don't understand….none of you do!" He shouted, growing furious. For a moment, he was silent; after a few short breaths, he slowly calms down, releasing the boy.

Mike didn't seem to be fazed by his outburst. "Sorry?"

"The both of you can go to hell." Malik brushed past him, trying to walk away. Then things gotten worse when he felt himself being pulled by the backpack, and moving backwards until he hit the wall. The twins stood before him. Jake moved his arm against the wall, above Malik's head, closing the distance between them, locking his eyes with the darker male.

"We aren't done, Al-Sayf." He said almost in a growl. But when he looked at him; Malik's face was slightly red, and just looking into those eyes, he could tell they were very watery. He might have thought Malik was going to cry, but no tears were being shed. Malik just scowled at him, but on the inside he was very hurt.

"….The fuck do you want from me?" He snarls. Malik was getting pissed off. Every second he spends with the twins, the more they want to continue their instigating and that was making him frustrated; now that they brought up the topic of his deceased brother, he is beyond angry and no longer wants to have this conversation with them. And then it happened. The excruciating pain came back, and his visions were replaying over in his mind again. As the pain in his head enhances, he threw his head back against the wall, quickly shutting his eyes, and pressing the palm of his hands over his temples; his backpack fell to the floor and the brothers already stepping back quickly. Still grunting in pain, Malik moved over on his side, trying to keep his breathing steady.

The twins were just standing where they were, staring the whole time as Malik was suffering from what appeared to be a headache. They looked at him with blank expression, not at all showing much emotion toward the darker male. "So….I'm guessing he is having one of his visions?" Mike asked his brother, looking rather uncertain.

"Hmm, I guess so." Jake replied, extending his arm, reaching out to Malik. His arm was swiftly smack away, earning a glare from the shorter man.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" Malik went limp, leaning on his shoulder against the wall. He looked very exhausted and out of breath, almost like he was sick. He hugged his arms around himself, trying his best to be comforted.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Malik didn't move an inch, only quickly recognizing that voice. The brothers however, looked at the man whose voice that belonged to. After a few seconds, Malik finally turned around, still close to the wall. He saw who he expected. Altair was there, glaring at the twins. Ezio and Desmond were standing close by him, with almost the same expressions. "Altair" Malik said softly. He couldn't believe he was mentally thinking this at all, but he was glad to see the golden eyed man again.

"Did they hurt you, Malik?" Altair asked, still glaring at the brothers. These two weren't just regular students.

Before Malik could even speak, Jake says, "Wait a minute; we didn't do anything." He gestures to himself and his brother.

"Yeah….We were only talking." Mike retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It didn't seem that way to us." Desmond stepped in, raising a brow at them.

"Look….Why don't you guys just mind your own business, alright?" Malik sighed with slight relief when the brothers moved away, no longer focusing on him. Altair grits his teeth, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. Ezio was getting the feeling of déjà vu all over again.

The Italian took a step forward, "I think it would be best if you two left." He said, giving a look of warning.

The brothers just snickered. Jake held back a chuckle, "And you expect us to leave, just because you say so?"

"Well, we aren't asking." Desmond spat, narrowing his eyes.

"Like you can tell us what to do!" Mike growled.

Ezio tried again, "We are not going to tell you again. Leave now or-"

"Or else what?" Jake grinned, "You are going to fight us?"

The twins were now facing them, completely forgetting about Malik at the moment. "Maybe…" Altair smirked, walking a few steps slowly toward them. He gave a daring look at them, watching as the twins were slightly tensing at his sudden approach. They scowled at him, trying to stand their ground; at that moment, they almost looked intimidating….almost. They saw how Altair just stopped a few feet away from them, standing perfectly still, half expecting them to make their first move. "Well?...I am ready when you are." His said, his voice low and taunting.

The twins lunged at him.

This was rather embarrassing; in fact, it happened all too fast. It probably took less than 10 seconds before Jake was thrown head first into the nearest trash can in the hallway, kicking his legs around pathetically. Mike was on his ass, looking shocked at the man that had knocked him down so quickly. Altair stared down at him, looking rather smug. The bell having already rung; students were leaving their classrooms, catching the scene on schedule. Some have gathered around, trying to see the fight happening in the hallway, while some were laughing at the one stuck in the trash can. Altair balled his fists, about to take a step closer when the boy shouted, "I give, I give," making Altair pause. He started to move away from the man, sliding backwards on the floor. Standing up quickly, he went over to aid his brother in the trash bin.

Desmond and Ezio found the whole situation quite funny, since they didn't have to lift a finger to help their friend this time. These guys were obviously vampires too, but they didn't even put up much of a fight, not even to defend themselves. It just turns out that they aren't all that tough. Their just punks thinking that they are.

Malik felt his lips tugging into a small smile. He was actually glad that Altair came to help him this time. Picking a fight was unnecessary, but he didn't mind; all he wanted was to get these chumps off his back. So, in a way, he was grateful to him. Then Altair turned on his heels, walking towards Malik. The brunette stared blankly as the taller man approached him. Altair stood before him, softly grabbing Malik's right arm gently. "Are you alright, Malik?" He asked in a calm voice, his eyes searching him up and down. Malik frowned, unable to answer, for he was distracted by the sight of him. He noticed how slightly different Altair looked; it was his eyes. His eye color was a dark red, resembling that of blood. Weren't they a golden color before? "MalMal~" He whispered, his face getting closer to Malik's.

The way Altair was talking to him made him blush a bright red. He was frozen where he stood, unable to move, not realizing that Altair's hand was sliding up his arm. Surely people walking by them were watching. Ezio and Desmond were watching as well, not knowing what was happening. Malik could do nothing but stare into Altair's eyes, as if he was being hypnotized. And it certainly felt that way. Altair smiled, reaching his other hand up to Malik's face, brushing his fingers over his cheek very gently. Only when Altair had touched him that way, did Malik finally snap out of it. "Altair….What are you…" Malik was cut short by Altair, grabbing his chin and lifting it up slightly. Malik had a furious blush over his face.

Altair leaned forward, "Don't be afraid…Beautiful." He said in a different language. Malik couldn't understand what he was saying. He was probably speaking in Arabic. The shorter man shivers as he feels Altair's warm breath over his face, particularly his lips.

"Uh…Altair." Desmond called out to him, but only got ignored. Ezio didn't know what Altair was doing, and wasn't even certain if he should stop him. They have already gathered a few people around them, most of them being girls, watching them closely to see what would happen. The way Altair held Malik, it looked very intimate.

Altair spoke again, "I will keep you safe." Malik shook his head, quickly shoving Altair gently out of his personal space. Tilting his head to the side, Altair stared at him, not showing any emotions.

"Altair," Malik looked away from him, still blushing, moving back to the wall. "I…I have to…" He didn't finish his sentence, as he reached down for his backpack, picking it up quickly and rushed off. Altair watched as the young man walked away without even looking back. That seemed to bother him a little. Deep within him, he felt disappointed. Suddenly, everything was quiet in his surroundings. Nothing else could be heard, except for his heart beating very fast.

Ezio went over to Altair's side, a concerned taking over his features. He cautiously put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him a bit. Breaking out of his trance, Altair immediately snapped his head to the side, shooting a dangerous glare at his friend. The look in Altair's eyes surprised him, or rather, it terrified him. His irises were a dark red. But that color didn't last long, as it started to fade into a golden color. Altair had that look on his face, as if he wanted to kill someone. Was he on the verge to kill or was it something else? He needed to be sure, "Altair? Are you feeling alright?"

It took him a moment to recollect himself. What had happen just a while ago? He can hardly remember a thing; he can only remember beating the twins, and everything after that was a complete haze. And now he was here with Ezio standing next to him. It did not even occur to him that he was breathing heavily. Altair rested a hand on his chest where his heart was; it was beating at such a quick pace. He must have lost control of himself again; hopefully he hadn't done anything unaccountable. He blinked a few times, reassuring himself that he was awake. He looked at Ezio, who looked worried, "Yeah…..I just…Need a minute." He leaned his back against the wall, taking in a few breathes.

"Is he okay?" Desmond asked, coming over to Ezio's side.

"Let's hope so." He whispered.

Maria Thorpe, standing in the door frame of her classroom, notices how there was a crowd forming in the hallway. She might have thought that someone was getting into a fight. Honestly, these students are getting more and more immature each year. What was this….the tenth time this month she catches some students beating each other to a pulp? When the crowd started to clear out, she started walking in that direction, quickly recognizing two of her students. The twins looked like they were involved; one of them was stuck in the garbage can, while the other brother was slowly helping him out. She would have guessed their fight didn't last too long, but they will be punished. And as for the other students. Her eyes drifted to three other students that were close by the twins. She can tell that one of those boys seemed hurt.

When she moved closer, she was able to get a better look at the students' face. Her eyes widen, and her mouth was gaped open. "Oh my…" She says quietly, not to alarm any of the students passing by her. Maria stared in shock, her hand flying up to her lips, covering a smirk stretching over her features. "It really is you….Altair." It seems, she will have to deal with Altair and his friends some other time. She quietly strolled her way to the twins.

After some time passed, Altair finally cooled down. He just couldn't bring himself to remember anything. It was as if his consciousness had blocked out everything that had taken place here. Altair suddenly got the feeling he was being watched. He swiftly turned his head around searching the long hallway, eyeing all the people walking past him, but there was nothing or anyone that looked suspicious. The brothers were gone, however. And so is that familiar presence. "Altair?"

"I'm okay" The scarred mouth man looked at his friends, "Where did the twins go?"

They both shrugged, "I don't know…..they left, I guess." Ezio said.

"And what about Malik?"

Desmond and Ezio stared at each other, with bewildered expressions. "He left too. Don't you remember?"

Altair hesitated a bit, feeling very confused, "Not really….Is he okay?"

"Well, yes, he is, but I'm more concerned about you…..you certainly were acting strange, Altair." Ezio said, crossing his arms.

Altair furrowed his eyebrows, "I was? I didn't hurt anyone, did I?"

"No, you didn't." Ezio reassured him, "You seriously don't know what happened?"

Altair looked away from the Italian, "No….Anyways, it doesn't matter anymore."

Ezio gave him a quizzical look, "What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

"Are you sure you are feeling alright?" Desmond asked, raising a brow.

"Of course I am!" He growls. The other two gave him an accusing look; they weren't convinced. They made it seem like he killed someone. Altair didn't want to deal with this right now. He spoke softly this time, "Look, there is no need to worry, I feel fine now. I am just….glad that nobody got hurt."

Ezio scrunched his face at his friend after a few moments, but decided to dismiss that topic. The bell had rung and they're already late for their gym class. If they were to waste any more time, they will probably get into trouble. "Whatever….Can we go now?"

"Right, let's go." Altair saunters in the opposite direction where they came from.

"Wrong way!" Ezio and Desmond informed him. Altair stopped, turning around quickly, looking flushed in the face as he goes in the other direction. Ezio laughs, following after him, and Desmond trailing behind.

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