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People noticed the staredown and started to clear out. It was like they were used to this kind of thing. The silence dragged on as if one side were daring the other to make a move. We had numbers on our side, however, the blond guy was friggin huge, so I wasn't so sure how well we'd do.
The woman was the first to speak, "How rude, we need to introduce ourselves to our targets before we bring them in."
"Tch. G'mon, that's just stupid!" grumbled the man.
"Whatever. You can call me Kim, or Vietnam. It does not matter. This is Govert, my stupid partner. Also known as Netherlands." Govert's eyebrow twitched in annoyance but he kept silent as he sized us up.
Kim pulled out a sword and smiled cruelly, "I know who all of you are, but we're only here for Anya. Our boss has some business to discuss with you."
Everyone tensed and put their hands on their weapons. Luckily I'd hid a gun in my bag and knives in a few other places. There would be no taking me without a fight. But... I had an idea. I was sure I could get out of wherever if I needed to. Plus, this would give me insight about who was coming after me and why. I relaxed a little and stepped forward. The others looked at e like I was crazy.
"Tell me who you're working for and I'll come with you," I said confidently.
All four of my companions protested at once, but I silenced them with a look.
"Heh. Girlie is smart, idn't she Kim?"
"Yes, as should be expected. Fine we'll tell you," she said and raised her eyebrows at Govert, "We're working for an old friend of yours. You might know him as... Sadik."
So it was a Templar after all. But the way they looked at each other meant there was much more than an old grudge to settle. I doubt he would go through so much trouble just to have someone kill me or capture me. He'd just do it himself.
I nodded and pulled my knives out of their holsters, showing I meant to make good on my word. If I hadn't, I'm sure the big guy would've knocked me out an drug me along anyway. I could see a gun holster inside of his jacket too.
"Anya. You can't be serious about this. You know as well as I do that this is a dirty trick," Lukas said, venom dripping from his voice. He was staring daggers at Govert. Tina's eyes pleaded with me and Berwald looked worried too.
I looked at Romano and silently apologized. I knew he was cursing in his head, but he seemed the most calm. Then I saw his mouth move in a silent promise, 'I'll find you.' The corners of his mouth perked up in an attempt at a smile. He knew exactly what I was doing.
Then, something hit the back of my head and everything was dark.
Dreams tortured my mind as I slept. Terrible things that tempted the darker part of my mind.
Blood was pouring from my arms. It was from different wounds that I had collected somehow. Nothing was very clear. I knew I was at war, but I didn't know who with until I looked down at the bodies. Finland with her head split open. Spain blown to pieces. America decapitated. China floating in a small river near by. I looked around to see who caused all this. I didn''t understand what had happened.
Then I saw Katyusha stuck to a tree with a pipe sticking out of her chest. MY pipe.
"S-starshaya sestra? Please... please wake up! Starshaya sestra?!" I screamed her name over and over, but still her eyes didn't open. It was all my fault! I'd let myself slip too far and I'd hurt everyone.
I didn't dare look too closely at any more of the bodies littering the ground. I was afraid; more afriad now than I had ever been and now I was alone. I kept walking for a little while, sobbing all the way. I made it to the river before I collapsed on my hands and knees. I was halfway in the river. The blood was washing from my skin and clothes, but both were still stained. Forever stained.
I sat there with the image of Katyusha's body still in my mind, whimpering like a hurt puppy.
"I didn't mean to... I-I don't want to be alone! Bring them back!" I begged whoever was out there.
"Please..." I whispered over and over.
I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't dare look to see who it was. I might kill them or hurt them.
"Bella donna, I found you!" It was Romano.
He sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
"N-no!" I bawled, "Get away from me before something bad happens! Something bad... always happens."
He held me tighter and started stroking my hair.
"You're right, Anya. But I can stop it before it's too late." I heard the click of the gun before I felt the metal against my head.
'Thank you, love,' I thought as I closed my eyes.
But the bullet never came. Instead, hot air hit my face and woke me up with the company of a raging headache. Kim and Govert were standing outside the back door to an SUV of some kind. Now to figure out where we were...
"The boss wants you in one peice, lucky for you. Sadik would rather deliver you in three. Your head, your-" Govert hissed when Kim interrupted.
"You idiot! She's not supposed to know about the boss. Keep your mouth shut and maybe you wouldn't get yelled at so much."
Hecrossed his arms and looked away. Something about him screamed 'I-don't-want-to-be-a-Templar'. He was trying too hard to be mean and vicious. Maybe I was imagining it though. They pulled me out of the vehicle and lead me to a villa-looking house. It was much smaller than the ones I'd seen at Antonio's place, but it had the same style. Like something Cuba would build. Shrubs lined the walkway and little lights illuminated the path. The air felt dry and very warm. It was just not spring, so that was a bit odd.
I didn't catch many more details of my surroundings before we entered the house. It wasn't quiet like I expected it to be so early in the morning. Servants were hurrying about. Others I assumed were Templars as well were talking on phones, chatting, arguing, or writing things vigorously. Most eyed me as I walked by in handcuffs. I only smiled my old, wide smile and kept my head held high. For a woman, I was pretty tall. About 5 feet and 9 inches. I felt like I towered over more people when I gave off an ominous aura. Which Tina said I did without trying; total bullshit.
'Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol! Kill them all! KIIIIILL THEM!' shouted the deranged voice in my head. 'Not yet,' I told it. Not unless I had to. The other voices remained silent. Even the confident one that so reminded me of Altair.
Kim motioned us to stop in front of an ornate wooden door. It wasn't the stereotypical giant double wooden doors you'd expect to be waiting for you as you enter the office of your achenemy. Thank god. I would've started laughing had it been. However, Turkey wasn't one for theatrics in serious matters.
The Asian knocked then slipped inside the room, leaving Govert and myself in the hallway. No one else was around. This part of the house seemed still. As if time itself was afraid to move too fast. Govert shifted nervously and glanced over at me, still in my dress- that was very uncomfortable by now.
"You're Netherlands aren't you?" I asked.
He scowled at me and started to say something but sighed and looked down.
"I suppose there's no harm in just talking to you. Yeah, I'm Netherlands, What of it?"
"Nothing. I've just seen you at the UN meetings. You usually stay close to Belgium."
"She's m' sister."
"That's nice. I have a sister and a brother... I miss them..."
"Everyone knows about you, Russia. Everyone here knows who you are. They say you're actually a demon from hell that Arthur couldn't keep under control."
I struggled to not laugh, "No. I'm a person. I can promise you that. Do I really look so scary to you?" I smiled as sweetly as I could manage, thinking of my Baltics back home and how it used to be under the Soviet Union.
Govert hesitated a moment then hook his head. "No, miss. You don't look scary right now. You did when you first spotted us. And when we were walking through the house."
He sounded like a little boy. A scared little boy who didn't want to get in trouble with someone he couldn't figure out how to get away from. Poor guy. I definitely didn't want to hurt him if things turned sour. And I could almost guarantee that things would indeed go very sour.
"Govert... Why are you a Templar?" I asked as softly as I could manage.
Again, he hesitated like someone was watching or listening. Right then, Kim came out of the room.
"Sadik gives you permission to come in. But watch your tongue. The boss said nothing about you being able to talk.."
"That's more than one piece, sweetheart," I said with a sickly sweet tone. She made a face and shoved me towards the door. It was time to face a ghost that should've passed on a long time ago.
Sadik was studying an old map behind a desk when I entered. I would've sworn he didn't age if I hadn't noticed the wrinkles under his eyes and the little bit of gray in his hair. He didn't seem quite as tall as I remembered either.
"It seems," he said looking at me, "That time was much kinder to you than it was to me. You have gotten stronger and beautiful. I have gotten old and tired."
I raised an eyebrow and walked over to his desk, "Beautiful, huh? I highly doubt that's what your real opinion is, darling. Take these 'cuffs off."
"The same mouthy brat as before. Perhaps slightly more charming. I did mean that though. Had I a daughter, she'd be about your age. Much more well behaved and lady-like though." He pulled the key out of his pocket and undid the weak little things holding my wrists. We both knew I could've gotten out of them.
"Your child would be just as mean and power hungry as you are, Sadik. Don't act like we haven't been watching each other closely. I'd really been hoping you would leave me the fuck alone when I gained my Master status."
He smiled a cruel smile and sipped a glass of what smelled like whiskey, "Why would I? I manipulated and killed a 'Master' Assassin before. Your master too, I belive. What was his name? Mercer? No. Mika?"
"Master Makar." I hissed. I wondered what had happened to Makar. He was a strong old fool, but if he'd been killed by this worthless son of a bitch...
"That's it! He was trying to be so noble too. Just like you, Anya."
I sneered, "Won't Egypt get rather pissed when he finds out you're in his country? He's rather territorial, you know."
I was only half-way bluffing. Egyptians were very prideful of their homeland; as they should be. If Turkish soldiers were spotted on Egyptian land, tempers would rise. Not to mention Egypt himself was part of the Brotherhood. He didn't actually do any killing for us, but he provided a safe place for us Assassins to stay and buy supplies. Sadik stroked his chin stubble and stared at me thoughtfully.
"Then, it's a good thing we won't be staying here too long. I knew you'd figure out where we were quickly. But, no. Egypt won't get here soon enough if he does find out. We've got a little trip planned. You get to meet the head of my Order, my dear."
Somehow the thought of that didn't thrill me. However, it would give me a chance to cut a the head off of the snake and watch it squirm.