"Lets Hang the jury!
You sick judgmental fools.
I'll bury you six feet deep, so tired of your rules!"
Seth tumbled a bit as the older novices kicked him. He winced and pushed himself up a bit. "Come on little boy." One said. "Going to go cry to your mommy?" They laughed a bit and he breathed heavy, he wasn't very old, ten going on Eleven in a month. Soon enough he put his head down, his hair falling to cover his eyes. "Aww he's going to-" He didn't hear any more words but only cries of pain, he picked his head up and stared, Maya was standing there. She kicked the last one on the back hard.
"MESS WITH HIM AGAIN! I DARE YOU!" She snapped and then looked at him and dropped to her knees, looking at his bloody nose. "Are you okay, Seth?" He grit his teeth, knocking her hands away.
"I'm fine!" He snapped and then ran off. Maya put her head down and sighed. The two were finding new paths.
"Fuck you and your opinion.
How could you be so blind?
What goes around comes back around in time."
Seth was silent as he watched Maya circle him, she hopped a bit then he threw a punch, she quickly twisted under it and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back then she pushed, getting him on the ground. He was silent as Altair nodded at Maya and she glanced at Seth and smiled, offering him a hand up, he took her hand but then threw her. She tumbled but then quickly moved onto her feet and slid back. She glared.
"What the Hell Seth!?" he walked past her, throwing his bag over his shoulder. The twelve year old left the room.
"Never trust the enemy." The two were going on separate paths.
"You don't know shit.
You don't know shit, about me.
You don't know shit, shit, shit.
About me!"
Seth watched Maya and one of the higher ranked novices fight, she was moving up in ranks quickly, where as he was always two steps behind her. She waited for her opportunity and the boy ducked to evade her punch but Maya quickly grabbed his arm and rolled over his back, flipping him and throwing him off the mat. She stood and breathed heavy. Altair smirked a bit but it faded. "Maya your stance was off and you need more improvement." He stated. Maya was silent but nodded.
"Yes sir." She murmured then grabbed her bag and walked over to Seth and grinned, he weakly smiled and she frowned. "What?"
"Why did you call my dad 'sir'?" He asked. She chuckled.
"I was on the mat, he's the master assassin, it's a sign of respect." She explained, he slowly nodded.
"So call him sir?"
"Yeah but you don't have to."
"Why not?"
"Well.. You're his son. If he was my dad I'd call him dad still, but if you want to call him sir I don't think he'd care." She shrugged a bit.
"He's your 'grandfather' though. You shouldn't have to either." She shrugged.
"He's not really my grandfather though, we're just related through bloodlines from over eight hundred years ago. So. I show him a lot of respect. Cause your dad's an old man." She giggled but then tensed when Altair spoke again.
"Maya! Fifty pushups go!" Maya quickly got up, tossing her bag then dropped and started. Grumbling a bit. "Add ten more for that swear word!" Maya grit her teeth and continued. Seth snickered. "Seth? Do you want to join her?" Seth paled.
"No Sir!" he stated. The two walked down the paths.
"Keep looking down on me
I am more than you'll ever be
Cut me deep but I won't bleed.
Gonna kick, kick,
Kick me when I'm down.
By all means,
Put me through hell and I'll make you see.
I'll be your worst Enemy.
Try to kick, kick,
Kick me when I'm down."
Seth was silent as Maya and Altair spared. She was doing really good, she moved quickly and stayed on defense but soon enough Altair circled her and she paled a bit, keeping her eyes on him the whole time, he grabbed her arm and she quickly moved under his arm and put it to his back but he grabbed her thumb, just her thumb and pulled her around, she couldn't do anything. He had her in a joint lock. He then smirked and Seth heard.
"Fall." And he simply put a finger on her forehead and pushed and she crumpled. She growled and then used her one foot and caught Altair's ankle. He stayed on his feet but she got his hand off her head, she circled him now. "Going to attack now Maya? You were boring me earlier." She grit her teeth but then let out a breath and went to fake him out with a punch but he grabbed her fist and flipped her, easily. She let out a cry of pain and then gripped her shoulder, she tumbled a bit and skidded. Seth watched, eyes wide. It happened so fast. She slowly pushed herself up, her right arm shaking badly. Altair watched her, crossing his arms. She grit her teeth and just went down, holding her shoulder again, she tapped the floor, showing she yielded. "Go see Malik, your shoulder is most likely dislocated. No training for three weeks. Understood?" She frowned.
"Yes sir." She said and just laid there for a bit as Altair walked out, Seth walked over and gently helped her up.
"I think you did good."
"Thanks Seth."
"No problem-" he began.
"But doing good and being good are two different things." She murmured and then headed to the door. Seth frowned and grit his teeth as the door closed. His hands turned to fists.
"So what does that make me if you're not 'good'?" He growled. The fifteen year old boy was silent after, his eyes dark. The two were very far from eachother.
"Of all the sinners,
You're first in line.
So go to Hell and tell the Devil
I'm not that far behind."
Seth was silent as the brutish novice walked around him. He threw a punch and Seth moved, doing as Mara did the one time, grabbing the boy's arm, rolling over his back and throwing him out of the ring. Altair smirked a bit.
"Round goes to Seth." He paused. "Maya, enter the ring." Seth and Maya both paled.
"Sir-" She began but he cut her off.
"Now Maya." She swallowed thickly but got her mouthpiece in and headed into the ring, getting into a fighting stance. The two looked at each other, worry in their eyes. "No holding back. Go." The two were still before Seth moved an inch and Maya rolled between his legs and came up behind him, he quickly jumped over her leg sweep and then kicked at her but she moved and he glared, they watched each other now, like a hawk watched its prey. The two then lunged, fighting full on, scratching, biting, kicking, hitting, the whole nine yards.
"Why are you such a jerk?!" She snapped.
"Why do you always have to be better than me?!"
"Me?! Better than you?!" She snapped. "You're better than me!" she growled. He scoffed.
"Don't patronize me!"
"I'm being serious dammit!" She snapped and they continued to fight. He pinned her and then she flipped it and pinned him, the two continued to fight. Altair called in three more Novices and pulled the two apart. Maya and Seth both breathed heavy. They glared at each other, silence in the air. The tension was unbelievable. The two paths clashed.
Fuck you and your decision!
Cause it's not mine!
What goes around comes back around in time.
Seth watched his father's movements, remaining silent and emotionless, Altair the same. The father and son suddenly glared each other down and attacked. Altair was fast but Seth was faster, all the nights or training spent with Maya finally came in handy. Altair narrowed his eyes on his son, confused at the sudden burst of speed. He didn't know where he got it. Altair evaded Seth's blows but got a knee to the stomach and a kick to the ribs, none broke though. Altair tumbled a bit but got to his feet and glared at Seth, who was back in fighting stance, watching his father. Eyes narrowed. Altair slowly approached his son then went for the weak spots, his knees being two. Altair hooked his leg around Seth's and kicked the back of his Knee and Seth went down, Altair put his foot on Seth's Chest. Seth grit his teeth.
"Yield Seth." Altair stated, But Seth didn't. He looked at Maya who winked at him and grinned. They'd gone through all kinds of ways to get out of these sorts of positions. He gripped Altair's Ankle, Altair raised an eyebrow, putting more pressure but he found that his foot was not of Seth's Chest anymore. Seth had lifted his father's foot. He grunted once and winced but pushed the bottom of his father's foot and Altair tumbled back. Seth got to his feet and breathed heavy, sweat dripping from his head and Altair breathed heavy as well for once. The two males stared before lunging in and fighting again. This time Altair pulled Seth's arms behind his back but Seth hooked his feet to his Father's ankles again and pushed forward, knocking Altair to the ground and forcing him to release Seth. Seth stood and quickly moved, putting his father into that position but then he put a foot on the back of Altair's ankle and barely applied pressure. Altair tensed. He was going to be beat by his son, his fifteen and a half years old son. He slowly tapped his free foot. Seth released and Altair got to his feet. Seth grinned back at Maya but then paled when he faced his father, but Altair held his hand out to his son. "Good job." He stated. Seth stared but shook his father's hand and grinned. He then went over to Maya and she hugged him tightly.
"Dude! You did what I could never do! You beat your dad man!" He grinned at her words. The paths had molded together again.
"You don't know shit.
You don't know shit, about me.
You don't know shit, shit, shit.
About me!"
Seth was silent as he held Maya. Today was the day of her mother's funeral, the two were sitting in front of the grave. His head hung and Maya continued to sob, her body shaking harshly. He rubbed her back gently and hushed her. He soon enough heard people approaching and glanced back, the sixteen year old boy's eyes narrowed on the boys approaching the duo. He grit his teeth and pulled Maya closer to him, her head in his chest. He murmured. "If they say stuff ignore them." She was silent and the boys came over.
"Here Lies Mara. Terrible friend, horrid lover, and the worst mother." Seth tightened his grip on Maya who growled low.
"Shut the fuck up you mother fu-" Seth covered her mouth and the boys snorted, laughing.
"What's wrong Maya? Your big cousin have to protect you?" She shook worse.
"Yes, I do." He growled at them. "Her mother just died and you guys should know, I know your names, and now my father is going to know them now too." The boys paled. "Fucking with my cousin the day of her mother's funeral.. And She's my older cousin assholes. So shut the fuck up." He hissed. They quickly left, not saying anything else. Maya cried again and Seth rubbed her back gently.
"Don't leave me Seth." She whispered.
"I won't I promise." He whispered back.
"Never look back?" She shook.
"Never look back." He confirmed and kissed her forehead gently and continued to rub her back.
"Keep looking down on me
I am more than you'll ever be
Cut me deep but I won't bleed.
Gonna kick, kick,
Kick me when I'm down.
By all means,
Put me through hell and I'll make you see.
I'll be your worst Enemy.
Try to kick, kick,
Kick me when I'm down."
Seth was silent as he walked around the Templar, this Templar, this bastard, this scum. Was the Templar who killed Maya. Maya died and this bastard lived. The man looked at Seth slowly, from his seat. Seth grit his teeth.
"Oh, you have come. It's been some time since I've last seen you. What has it been? Two years? Three?"
"Two years." His hands turned to fists, his teeth grit. "Two years since you killed her." He snapped. The man laughed.
"What? Is it so bad? She's not there to boss you around anymore! I freed you boy!" He laughed, Seth wasn't laughing, he cursed then snapped again.
"We were sixteen year old kids! We came here to get our family back! You took them from us first! You killed Mary first! You're the one who started this bloody war! And I'm going to end it!" He ran at the man full speed, hidden blade out. The man simply grabbed his arm and threw him across the room.
"You think you're the only one who's improved since then, boy?" He hissed. Seth slowly glared at the man, standing up. He dusted himself off. "Is that really all you have?"
"Come at me." Seth took a few steps back, arms out. "I'm open, shoot me, do whatever it is you Templars do to people. I know you do a lot. You kill enough people." He hissed. The man rolled his eyes, red dots soon covered Seth head to toe. He grinned a bit.
"Boy, you are an assassin and all assassins must die if we are to achieve what the first ones want." He stated. Seth rolled his eyes now.
"Just shut up and fight me fairly. The red dots necessary?"
"They're insurance, if you win I expect them all to shoot you." Seth looked around the room at all the snipers.
"Does he have your families too?" Some of the men shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. We'll save them too." He stated then turned his attention to the man just in time to block an attack at his lower abdomen. "Oh, a stab to the gut? You were going to kill me the same way my cousin died? How tragic." Seth's voice had gone emotionless.
"Kick me when I'm down!"
The man watched Seth now, who had locked their arms so they couldn't move.
"Please do tell me how you're going to beat me. Because you've locked your only usable weapon to keep me at bay." Seth smirked as the man spoke and quickly hooked his leg around the man's and a blade sunk into the man's leg and he screeched. "What the hell!?" He snapped, Seth dropped the man and then threw him a bit, the man tumbled. Seth smirked.
"Every Assassin has his secrets. And every assassin comes prepared." He frowned, pulling a smoke bomb out, he bit the tip and pulled the trigger then threw it down, the room filled with smoke, when it cleared the man looked around the room to see his guards all on the ground, dead the one's who's family he had in captivity were now aiming their weapons at him, and Seth was nowhere in sight.
"Kick me when I'm down, down, down."
The man shook and looked around then heard a thump behind him. He quickly looked back, gasping in breaths, fear was taking over him. Another body landed on the platform, Seth was hanging on the side of the wall then jumped down and his left hand landed on the ground, his right hand out, hidden blade ready. He slowly picked his head up and his eyes were a bright gold, that of an Eagles'. The Templar whined and backed away fast.
"Kick me when I'm down, down, down."
Seth slowly rose from the ground, smirking darkly. His hood slowly created a shadow over his face, to which his eyes seemed to glow from under it.
"Devil! Stay away from me! God commands it!" Seth continued to walk towards the man, silent.
"I'm no Devil. And I'm no man of God." He said, voice monotone. The man's back hit the wall and He cried out in fear.
"Demon be gone! Leave me!" Seth chuckled darkly.
"No." He stated, his voice dark and deeper than normal, his anger began to sear through him, driving his actions. He stood in front of the Templar now, who began sobbing.
"Please have mercy! I'm a kind man!"
"You murdered my family, killed my cousin, tortured my mother and Father, and you caused a war that cost my father more than anyone else in this world! You are not a kind man! You are the scum of the Earth! You are the parts of people's brains that holds their darkness. You were born of that. You're the son of a whore and a devil. You torture people, murder CHILDREN and rape women. You are not kind and you are certainly not a man! So what does that make you? Hm? It makes you scum, lowlife scum who didn't get what he wanted when he was little then took what you did have and threw it back in the face of the people who gave it to you. You Are the man responsible for my family's pain. And now, you're going to experience the same pain I felt." He snarled. The man screamed.
"PLEASE HAVE MERCY!" He heard another thud and when he looked, his wife and daughter were on the floor next to him, dead. He screamed in agony and held them close to his body. Seth watched, emotionlessly.
"There's your mercy. Now it's your turn." Seth waited and the man stood. Attacking at Seth who moved easily then sank his hidden blade into the man's stomach, then slowly pulled it up.
"You assassins are no better than us.." He rasped out, Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Oh I think we are." He paused. "Father, stop using the apple." And just like that, the man's daughter and wife faded and he shook.
"You.. You.."
"I broke you, and now you die." He threw him to the ground after. "Have fun in hell." He hissed and walked off, his hidden blade sheathing back into it's spot. He walked outside and lifted his head slowly, eyes shining brightly.
It was finally over.
"Kick me when I'm Down!"