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Tears of the Rain
Chapter 11
The Scars of Your Love
Ru'yah
As Ru'yah watched Altair's back retreat, a frown graced her lips. He'd been so much help, but she felt as though he were suffocating her with his help. But the nice girl in her said she couldn't be a bitch and be like: "Altair, I am alright, please stop helping me every two seconds with everything." She'd one: hurt his feelings, two: probably piss him off. That wouldn't help her. She needed him as much as she wished she did not.
But the mean girl in her really wanted to lash out and tell him off...
'Ugh. Feelings are such a pain in the ass... Maybe this is why Altair barely has them... Huh, makes sense.'
As he was closing the door, he gave her one last wistful smile, which she returned, and then he closed the door.
The minute the door closed her smile dropped into a frown and she sighed, scratching the back of her head. To the right of her she caught a movement and looked to find nothing. "Jeesh. Jumping at nothing. Just calm down Ru'yah and go back to sleep. You jump too much anyway." She told herself in hope of being able to fall into a deep and calm sleep. But as she laid down and closed her eyes, she heard a door open and close. She sighed.
"Altair. I'm fine. There's no need to stay with me any longer, I'll be fine."
But when she sat up and looked toward the front doors, no one was there and no one was approaching her. 'Crap. Maybe I do need more help than I'd like to admit.' She looked around, was she hearing things? Ru'yah shook her head and laughed as she laid back down. Her? Hearing strange noises? Yeah right!
Not even a few minutes later, another mysterious sound was made behind her. She sat up. There was no way she was just hearing things in her head, that sound was real, and it was the pitter patter of footsteps. Stealthy footsteps. "Hello?" She tried to peer into the darkness. But the darkness limited her vision. She huffed almost feeling a gaze on her from somewhere within the never ending darkness. Whoever it was, was totally playing dirty since she couldn't see anything at that moment!
Gathering the covers around her, Ru'yah began to mumble to herself. "There's no one here but me. Altair would never have left, at least not without a fight, if there was someone besides me in here."
Laughing quietly to herself, she laid back down once again and concentrated on the feeling of the cool air drafting in from the window to her left and above her. "Nothing here."
Ru'yah
Sometime passed and Ru'yah thankfully found herself within her dream world. There was no weird white background with stuff in the back coming and going. There was no 16 or Desmond, there hadn't been for a while now. So... Did that mean that she'd imagined it all? No. They both existed, just... Some where else. Yeah, that was it...
Shaking 16 and Desmond from her thoughts, Ru'yah began to look around her. But first, she noticed the bright yellow dress that swept down her figure and stopped right below her knees. She spun once and giggled childishly at the way it spun in a perfect circle. Taking her thoughts from the beautiful dress that sheathed her body, she turned the childish thoughts to the sky that was a pale blue with light and fluffy white clouds dotting the sky. As she looked at them she noticed something peculiar about one of the clouds. "Hey! That looks like a dinosaur!-" She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth. What was wrong with her in her dreams? Why was she so freaking different?! And what the hell was a dinosaur!?
A disturbing thought hit her. What if she started to openly act like this with Altair and them? They'd never understand what she was going through... Ever.
But on the other hand, she always said things that she seemed to know, but at the same time she knew she didn't know. Like, what was a dinosaur? She seemed to know they were something that once roamed the Earth, but what were they.
"Well... well, well. What do we have here?" Ru'yah spun around, searching the area for 16's voice. She knew for a fact that she had just heard it. "I can't believe that I got in while Desmond was off busy with other... things." There was a laugh from behind her, but it also sounded like it was from in front of her... "Desmond can't save you now, 14."
As 16 taunted her, Ru'yah couldn't bring herself to actually reply, instead she continued to scan the area in a panic. "And now..." Ru'yah heard the whoosh of 16's quick movement, but she couldn't turn around fast enough as 16 grabbed her arms and locked them against her sides. "I can get my answers... So..." Getting her arms behind her back, he stroked her cheek, "How are you physically in 1191 A.D, my dear?"
Ru'yah did the only thing she could think of: scream.
But, before she could release the scream building in her throat, she was forced from the "dream" (she didn't know what to call them anymore) and was awoken by someone near her.
She lashed out at them in fear of it being 16 somehow, "Get away!" She jumped from her familiar bed, despite the now reopened wound that was now healing once again that also throbbed painfully, and landed just feet from her assailant. She looked at him, he was shrouded in shadows so she couldn't make out a thing of him. At least she figured it was a he.
Just as her attacker was going to speak, Altiar threw open the double doors and stormed in going straight to her attacker. For a moment she watched as Altair crossed the room in a few bounds. Without thinking, she rushed to the table trying to get to the new man, but Altair was faster. "Wait!" She had finally gotten a good look at him.
Altair stopped just short of grabbing the poor man and lifting him off the floor. "What Ru'yah?" He never took his eyes from the new comer. She stumbled on the edge of the table and caught herself.
"Don't kill him! Please!" More panic flashed through Ru'yah, what if he asked why he shouldn't? What would she possibly say to him? That she just knew that his strange new man was going to be their ally? She had recognized him as the man who'd saved her earlier. Saved them all. The panic quickly passed as Altair sighed, stepping away from him. As Altair was stepping back, he looked at the man, really looked at him, "Sabeh?" Altair sounded... almost... relieved? The new man, Sabeh, smiled sheepishly and waved.
"Hello again, Altair." Ru'yah looked from one to the other, trying to figure out who this Sabeh was. And how the two men knew each other. She didn't remember a Sabeh...
"I'm very sorry for scaring you." Ru'yah shook herself and looked at Sabeh.
"It's alright. I'm sorry for freaking out so bad." Sabeh shot her a soft smile.
"It was fully expected." He smiled kindly at her and she felt her heart jump in her chest.
She nodded respectfully as Altair turned to her, "I guess, we'll go. Let you get your rest, right?" He looked to Sabeh who nodded in agreement. And who also pretended not to notice Altair's look.
As the two left, Ru'yah laid back down, having not moved to far from her bed, and slowly drifted back into sleep, a dreamless and quiet sleep that was much needed and appreciated by her.
Altair
As the door closed behind him and Sabeh, Altiar sighed. He was agitated at himself, at Ru'yah, at the fact that he couldn't afford to let Ru'yah out of his sights without her finding a way to get injured. Or someone else finding a way to injure her. Shaking his thoughts away he turned to Sabeh. Maybe he needed to stop stressing about her...
"What were you doing in there?"
His words were short and crisp as he looked stubbornly at Sabeh, determined to get a real answer out of the mysterious man. "Nothing. I was just curious if the girl whose life I had saved was doing alright." Sabeh shrugged at Altair like nothing really truly had happened. Or almost happened.
Altair narrowed his eyes at him, "Why did you save her?"
Sabeh scoffed, "Are you questioning a good Samaritan? I could go and-" Sabeh began to turn toward the door but not before Altair's hand thumped gently against it.
"No. I am very thankful, just concerned with who you are and why you decided saving her was a good idea." Sabeh strolled across the hall, Altair's eyes watching him the entire time.
"I happened to hear the commotion and figured 'Why not go and see what is going on?' Kind of a good thing that I decided too, huh?" Altair sighed, his agitation growing, "Yes it was." He shook himself trying to figure out what he originally wanted to question him about. "Why were you in there with her?" Altair looked at him, trying to see beneath the cloth that masked his face.
"Like I told you, I wanted to make sure the girl I saved actually lived. Otherwise my efforts would've been wasted... and that would be a real shame, don't you think so?" He shrugged as if he saved damsels in distress all the time. Altair, completely ignoring Sabeh's question, countered with one of his own, "Then how did you get in? I was in there, not but a few moments ago and I never heard or saw you enter, and you weren't out here a second ago." It was Sabeh's turn to sigh in agitation.
"Why can you not simply say thank you instead of questioning her savior?" Altair narrowed his eyes at him, "Because she screamed." He watched as Sabeh tilted his head lightly to the left. "Why'd she scream?" Sabeh chuckled realizing what Altair was slowly getting at, "Do you really think that I did anything to her?"
Altair unsheathed his knife and held it threateningly at Sabeh. "Do not think that I cannot kill you now." Sabeh put his hands up in surrender, "All I did was study her for a moment and then she awoke and in response to not knowing who I was, lashed out. Alright? I'm sorry for the trouble it caused you."
Altiar lowered the knife but didn't move his eyes from Sabeh's. "Stay out of her room." Sabeh frowned, Altair just had to make it even harder than was necessary.
He turned from Sabeh, about to leave, when Sabeh's 'accent' stopped him. Altair finally realized the only other thing that truly bothered him. "Where are you from?" He didn't bother to turn to Sabeh as he replied.
"I'm from Damascus. Why do you ask?"
"I was just curious."
That was all he said as he left Sabeh standing in front of the infirmary.
Sabeh
He watched Altiar leave and slowly he sighed, he had to do something other than kill Ru'yah in case Altair was suspicious of him. Especially since he was suspicious of his accent. Hell, knowing Altair, he probably already knew who he was, what he did and why he was there. Another sigh found it's way from Sabeh's lips as his mind swirled down in a whirlwind of thoughts that went completely against what he wanted. He'd just have to go and hail to his higher ups. See what they wished from him and, pray with all his might, that what they wished, was what he wished.
Turning on his heel, he left the infirmary and retraced his steps back to his own room for a good 'ol bit of sleep! He certainly needed it. The trek out to Masyaf had left him exhausted and in some dire need of sleep. There was also what to do with the young Miss Ru'yah. Some how those thoughts kept swirling back to the front of his mind.
Sabeh found himself torn; his higher ups wanted her dead, he knew this. But he didn't know if he could bring himself to kill her. He'd definitely have to ask them, see if he could sway their decisions. Maybe they could keep her to get information out of her... But everything she knew currently, they knew... He sighed, once again, finding more flaws in his logic.
He knew any of these thoughts, if put into motion, could seriously hurt his image, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
He racked his brain for the one other thought that had been plaguing him all day... That's it! Subject's 16 and 17 were somehow interfering with her within the Animus. Well, interfering wasn't the right word, but still, they were interacting and messing up his higher-ups plans! But how was that physically possible? No one within the organization had ever done that! So how were these two doing that? Especially after dying, brutally. And there was no way that 16 had access to where she was. And yet, he was talking to her. As was 17. Sabeh decided he was much more concerned with 17 though, he knew what happened because he'd lived through Altair's life. If he said anything, at all, to Ru'yah... The wrong anything, things could get real ugly. He could tell that she was already questioning her speech and how different she really was from every other girl in that time.
Sabeh shook his head, he was being ridiculous, putting so much thought into the well being of one girl. A girl who wouldn't be alive much longer once he was done with her.
But still...
As his echoing steps began to slow, he shook himself looking to where he'd come. His room. Good thing too.
He stepped in slowly and looked around, all his weapons were still there. At least the ones he could see were still there. Did no one come and check on him? Then again, no one else had suspicions of him except for Altair. At least that he knew of.
He entered fully and shut the door, peeking at the mirror his room had. He stared at the mask, his only comfort to the pain held within his soul. The plain white comforted him, knowing that his identity was nice and hidden from others. As he began to pull the mask from his face, he turned from the mirror and laid down on the bed praying he'd sleep with no interruptions.
As Sabeh looked up to survey the area around him, he noticed one thing, the sky was deep purple. And there were no clouds in sight.
The landscape around him was pretty bare compared to America, but there was one problem.
"You do realize that I can sense you, right?" And his night got worse...
The question was asked aloud as Sabeh turned to see subject 16 standing not even twenty feet from him. "I'm aware of the fact." 16 took a second as he studied the land around him, slowly turning in a slow 360 degree circle, he stopped as his eyes landed back on Sabeh's face, which was uncovered, at the moment.
"I see you haven't aged a day!" 16 began to chuckle assuming he would catch Sabeh off guard, but Sabeh too, laughed, "And you haven't either, though, you do look quite pale. How's being stuck within the guts of the animus working for you?" At the end of Sabeh's sentence, 16's laughter had died down and he was quietly staring at Sabeh.
Gathering his wits, 16 sneered at him, "It's been splendid, as a matter of fact." He began to stroll over to Sabeh, who tensed, and as 16 approached him he studied his features.
His facial structure was nothing to be noted of, only his crooked nose, which hadn't been there before. At least not the last time he'd seen him. Sabeh's hair was a light brown, borderline blond and hung loosely in his eyes, but not enough to hinder his vision. His eyes though, now those were a piece of work. A silver, most definitely uncommon amongst any who call them selves 'human'.
As 16 neared too close to Sabeh, his eyebrows knitted together, and his stance slouched into a fighter's stance. 16 held his hands up, showing he had no intention of fighting. "I'm not here to fight, but..." He let the empty offer hang in the quite air around them. "But, I've been visiting Allison." At the mention of her, Sabeh's face tightened up even more, if that was possible, and his eyes traced 16's every movement and more. "She's doing simply interesting. Did Vidic erase her memories?" A chuckle escaped 16's lips, "And just for the sake of one of his projects that are bound to fail." When Sabeh didn't say anything, 16 continued speaking and circling him. "Because she doesn't seem to remember anything. And if it wasn't for that damned Desmond, I'd have my answers by now."
As 16 passed his left side, Sabeh stepped right behind him, and spun on his heel. Before 16 could react, or realize what was happening, Sabeh grabbed his arms and forced his elbows to bend in and pressed his arms against his back, 16's hands toward the sky. "Don't. Talk about her."
16 elicited a small chuckle, "Sorry there, Cowboy. Didn't mean to hurt yer little heart there!" His voice took on a deep southern accent, and Sabeh pushed his arms together even more, straining both their muscles.
Sabeh stepped back after a moment, letting 16's arms drop to his side. "You know," In the blink of an eye 16 was thirty feet from him. "You're going to have to kill her. Vidic's orders. Otherwise, I hope you're prepared to explain everything to her, and I mean everything. She needs to know what she's walking into when she wakes up one day and realizes that she's not back in 1191 A.D. That she's in 2013, and she's an Assassin. Granted she's already an official Assassin, just she'll have to adjust to the fact that there is no such thing as rank now a days." He thought for a moment before adding. "That she'll have to give up Altair. Because he's not there. It's your choice now, Piers. Either way, you ruin her life and her little perfect bubble of happiness!" 16 cackled at him because he knew this would be an issue for him.
With another blink of the eye, 16 was gone and Sabeh was waking up, gasping for breath in his bed.
Ru'yah
Sabeh shot up in bed, causing Ru'yah to jump back slightly, almost dropping the three lily's she held gingerly behind her back. He was reaching to his left when he looked at her, and really looked at her. "Ru'yah?"
She looked down a little, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks as she nudged the unmovable ground beneath her feet. "Sorry. I was going to give you these flowers, when I noticed you were still asleep." Sabeh was going to speak but Ru'yah hurried on with her explanation, cutting off anything he was going to say. "And I was going to leave after placing them on your bedside table, but you just looked so peaceful, and I was so glad to actually be able to see my saviors face, finally."
Ru'yah's blush intensified as she held out the flowers to him and smiled shyly.
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he took the flowers from her, "Thank you, Ru'yah." She nodded as she began to back away, "Well, I will let you get back to sleep, you looked pretty passed out so..." She trailed off but stopped when she felt him grab her wrist gently. He decided he could, since he wasn't in her room, so why not?
"You don't have to go, I wasn't planning on going back to bed. Besides, I probably need to get up anyways." He smiled at her as he finished sitting up. He was waiting for her to say or do something, so when she didn't he looked to where he should put the flowers. A spot that had the most light. But where he could reach them easily and somewhere that was noticeable to others.
She stood there for a moment not really sure what to say, when a thought struck her. "I have a question that I would like to ask... If you do not mind that is..." He could tell she was fighting to talk like she should from that time. He looked back at her, "No. Go ahead, ask away." She sat on the end of his bed, twiddling her thumbs before she looked up at him. "Why did you save me?"
He fiddled his thumbs as he thought of how to answer her question. "Well... Because I saw that you needed help, and no one else was helping. So I though, why not?" He shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably.
"Oh..." As his answer sunk in, she blurted, "Why did Altair not try to?"
Sabeh rubbed the back of his head as he crossed his legs together. "Well. I cannot say I know... Ru'yah, you are probably better off asking Altair himself." Her eyes seemed to darken in sadness and he quickly changed the meaning of his words. "All I'm saying is that I can't answer for why he did not save you." He sighed. "You need to ask him personally why he did not." She began to speak, but he quieted her by placing his index finger over her lips. "Hey, I get that he's busy. But if he really cares about you, then he'll take the time to answer your question. No matter what he's doing."
She nodded and a small smile cracked across her lips as he let his finger drop. She slowly began to stand and make her way to the door on the other side of the room. "Alright then, I'll go and find him then." When he didn't say anything, she frowned and opened the door. "And Sabeh..." She hesitated in the doorway as she turned back to him and he turned to her. "Thank you, for saving me." She smiled at him, which he returned, and then she shut the door with a quite and gentle click.
As soon as she heard the bed groan, and no more noise, she slid down the door. Tears were beginning to fill her eyes and she had no clue why.
She felt she should know who he was, but yet, she couldn't place it.
So Sabeh couldn't answer her question, there's no point in crying about it. Like he said, Altair can probably explain it better to her.
But when she thought about it, she was probably scared of Altair's answer.
She was scared of the truth that could come from the answer he could give her.
And scared of the lie he could tell her to cover the truth.
She shook her head, what ever happened happened, she'd just have to accept that.
She silently sat, crying, outside of Sabeh's room. She couldn't control the sobs that wracked her body, so she let it out. She was careful so she wasn't too loud and woke Sabeh back up, she did NOT want to try to explain to him why she was crying. She just let the sadness leave her body tear by tear. Once she had stopped crying, wiped her snotty nose on her sleeve and finally stood on shaky legs. She began to move in the direction of Altair's room. She'd figure out why he didn't save her and why Sabeh had been the one to save her. She'd take the truth, but she wouldn't take a lie if she noticed it. Better yet, she'd make sure Altair had no choice but to tell her the truth.
Ru'yah couldn't shake the feeling that was weighting down on her heart that Sabeh wasn't telling them everything. He had to be hiding something, otherwise he wouldn't be acting so strange.
Questions of Sabeh began to form in her head and they bounced around giving her a slight head ache.
Why would he save someone he doesn't know?
Why is he sticking around?
Could he be hiding something?
Could he possibly be someone to confide in about Desmond and 16?
Is he an enemy or a friend?
Did he spark some sort of feelings within her?
Why did he sound too foreign to be in this part of Syria?
Why did she recognize yet not recognize him?
And with each question she seemed to gain another, but none of them gave her answers...
She felt like to an extent she was reading into it too much, but also that she wasn't reading enough into it. She didn't want this new man to be a problem for the Brotherhood, but she didn't want to make him seem like an enemy after just saving her life.
As her thoughts consumed her, her feet carried her to where she needed to go. As they normally did once she stopped paying full attention to the world around her.
But as she approached Altair's room, she got the feeling that he wasn't going to be in there. But she decided to check it out anyway, on the off chance that her feeling was wrong and he was in there. She really wanted him to be in there so she could talk to him in private. And she was really anxious to find out the truth behind his non-actions.
She knocked twice on his door and waited for a moment. There were no sounds of his feet padding across to open the door. She stood there silently hoping that he'd be in there, deciding she couldn't wait any more, she opened the door up slightly and peeked in. "Altair?" She scanned his room quietly. Nothing. He wasn't in there. Sigh. Her damnable feeling's were right, once again.
She groaned and shut his door. When she turned around, she almost ran smack into Sabeh, with Khalif right behind him. She was surprised to see him up, she had thought he'd gone back to bed... Oh... Did he hear her crying outside his door?! "I told you, Khalif, that she'd be here at Altair's door." He seemed to shake his head at her apprentice. Sabeh wasn't wearing his hood, and Ru'yah smiled to herself at his features. Once she caught herself smiling how she was smiling, she stopped. 'No! Bad, you already like Altair too much to be having feelings on someone else!'
"Master!" At Khalif's voice she shook herself. "Yes, Khalif?" He shook his head as Sabeh clapped him on the shoulder and left the two alone, his eyes lingering on Ru'yah. "Wait, Sabeh!" He turned on his heel, looking back at her, "I thought you had gone back to bed?" He shrugged, "I decided to stay up instead." He smiled once more before he turned again and left.
There was a slight tapping sound as she looked back down at Khalif who sighed at her. "Oh... Uh... What did you say?" She smiled at him and in turn he did too. He was used to how she acted.
"I said: Altair and Malik are looking for you! They are at the front, overlooking the fight rink." He rolled his eyes at her as she continued to not listen to him. He grabbed the crook of her elbow and began dragging her down the hall. "Let us go!" He looked back up at her and then behind them to where Sabeh was still currently at talking to another member of the Brotherhood. "And stop gawking at Sabeh! Gosh, you are such a female!"
"Yes? Sorry." A blush seeped into her cheeks as she followed Khalif who still held her elbow. As they turned a corner, obscuring her view of Sabeh, he let go of her elbow and decided to make some small chit-chat with her since he hadn't really gotten the chance to talk to her lately due to her injuries.
"How have you been, Master?" Ru'yah laughed seeing what he was planning on doing. "I'm as good as I can be since I keep getting my ass handed to me." The two chuckled at her as they neared the front of the building. "And how are you?" She came up behind him and rubbed the top of his head roughly with her knuckles.
He began chuckling, "I'm great, get..." He struggled, pushing against her arm. "Off me..." She let him go and he stumbled a step away from her. The two stared at each other until they both burst into bouts of laughter. Khalif was the first to stop laughing, "It is good to know that you a feeling well enough to be out of bed." The duo came to a stop as they exited the shelter of the Brotherhood's stronghold and came out into the blinding sun. Ru'yah held her hand up over her eyes as they adjusted.
"Yes. The pain subsided last night fairly fast. I just wish I wouldn't get injured so much and be such a liability to Altair." Khalif didn't reply, knowing it would be pointless to tell her that no one thought of her as a liability, especially not Altair.
Ru'yah's other hand was on her hip as she looked around, finally spotting the two down at the fighting rink. "There they are, let's go-" Khalif put a hand on her shoulder, stopping any words that were going to come from her.
"I'm going to go find Sabeh again, I got a couple questions I wanted to ask him." She nodded as he ran off and she turned back to Altair.
Suddenly she felt the butterflies kick up in her stomach and she groaned, "I do not need cold feet now!" She mumbled to herself, she decided to ignore her, once again, strange way to explain something.
She sighed and gathered her courage as she strolled up to the two. "Hello!" She smiled at both Altair and Malik in turn and quickly her smile fell as she saw the looks on their faces.
She couldn't tell if they were unhappy, serious or some other emotion that she wasn't quite aware of yet..
The pep in her step died down as she watched them. She sighed as she finally stood in front of them. "What happened now?" She crossed her arms over chest as Altair and Malik looked from one to the other.
"Well... Ru'yah..." Malik seemed to fidget in his spot, an odd thing for Malik, she glanced at Altair. Even Altair seemed tenser than he normally was. "We don't want to upset you, or alarm you, but we have reason to believe that Sabeh is not what he seems."
Ru'yah couldn't help herself, she scoffed. "So... what? Are you guys upset that Sabeh, a total stranger, saved me when you yourselves could not?" She stopped, taken aback at her own anger, but she couldn't seem to deter from it. It seemed to almost engulf her.
Malik sighed. "No. That's not it." He sighed again, "Have you not seen how he acts around anyone?"
Ru'yah laughed, "You mean a little nervous? Yes, I've noticed. If I were him, I would be too." Altair narrowed his eyes at her as Malik only sighed (once again). "Are you alright Ru'yah? This is not like you to be so... upset about this kind of news."
She shook her head at him, "I'm not upset, I'm angry." Malik looked around them making sure they weren't bringing attention to themselves. "Why?"
She looked from one to the other, "You both are judging him. I can tell. I know you do not like him Altair, which is something I need to talk to you about. And you are just agreeing with him Malik."
Altair scoffed, "You will not talk to me like that as your superior." Ru'yah backed down as she heard his tone. 'He is not pulling that bullshit card on me! Ah, hell no!'
Altair continued, his anger not even lessening at all, "And you know what? Since you seem to be so upset about Sabeh, a total stranger, being a potential enemy..." Malik looked at Altair,
"Maybe this is a bad time to bring this news to her..." There was caution in Malik's voice, but Altair, pumped up with a bit of anger towards Ru'yah, just kept on going. "That it might surprise you, but Khalif isn't what he seems either." With that Altair turned on his heel and walked away, Malik followed him trying to stop him so the three could talk it out.
Ru'yah stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. A million and one questions spinning through her head.
What did I just say to them?
Did I get angry at Altair?
Sabeh might not be here to truly help us?
Khalif, my apprentice, might not be totally in league with us?
'What in the hell just happened?'
There were more, but those were just too much for Ru'yah to handle. She stumbled back as she watched Altair storm into the stronghold and get swallowed up by the other Assassin's.
Without thinking she ran backwards and at the stronghold. Finding her hand and footholds easily, she climbed the tower, a little slower than usual, but hey, she was upset! What did you want from her?
As she climbed, the sky slowly darkened. And her pace seemed to slow, her muscles weren't responding as well as they normally did. Damn, she needed to start climbing more often. Soon enough it was completely dark and the moon, full that night, began to rise above her, casting shadows in the night. The stars shone brightly along with the moon and Ru'yah fought the tears and the mental break down that was threatening her.
As she reached the top she sat down and began to go over her few questions as the break of dawn happened.
"What did I just say to them? What I just said should never have been said. But... I said what I felt... I said the truth, did I not?" She shook her head, moving to the next question.
"Did I get angry at Altair? I did. And not only that, but I defended a complete and total stranger over someone I know!" As that hit her she realized one small factor. "Me and Altair seem to fight more after something legitimately big happens to us..."
"Sabeh might not be here to truly help us? He has to be! He wouldn't have helped me if he wasn't! He wouldn't even be here at all if he wasn't! Right?" Her thoughts faltered on her, maybe she wasn't right, maybe Altair was right...
"Khalif, my apprentice, might not be totally in league with us? How could that be?! I found him on the streets for crying out loud!.. Found him on the streets... Was that a... Set-up?" She frowned and started to shake with her sobs. She was so confused with what was real and what wasn't!
To add to it, Desmond and 16 hadn't appeared lately... That was good right? Right?
As her tears dried up, she wiped her eyes and cheeks, yanked up her hood and began her descent to the bottom.
She wasn't going to avoid it, she was going to find Altair no matter what it took, apologize to him and then ask him her question. She wouldn't worry about all the other fine print. She just needed one answer for the night.
Once her feet touched solid ground, she took off sprinting towards the stairs, she took them two at a time, rounded left and took the next set two at a time. As she ascended and caught sight of Altair's hooded head, she started shouting to him. She couldn't ever explain why she started to yell, she just felt it had the right dramatic effect.
"Altair! Don't move! I have to talk to you!" His head snapped up in surprise as she came sprinting at his table and almost toppled over it onto him.
"Calm down, Ru'yah. Get your breath together and then you better be coming to tell me someone died. I am not to positive I can handle talking to you right now." She looked at him for a moment as a bit of regret flashed across but she shook it off. He'd give in, she knew he would.
She bent over and regained her breath. "I'm sorry." Altair started to try to tell her it was okay, but she cut him off. "No, let me get this out." He shut his mouth and waited for her. "I'm really, really sorry that I blew up on you. I thought it out and realized that I had no reason to do that to you especially because of how much you truly care about me. And after how much you have helped me. And I put what you told me to thought, you're right, both of them act so much weirder than they should around here. But I do not want to believe they have hurtful intents just yet, if they do, they do not plan to act upon them yet. And Khalif. I thought it was actually very odd how I found him. It was just too convenient that he's such a likable kid..." She added: "and to think I named him partially after my father." Under her breath and prayed Altair didn't catch it. "And in the end he's going to turn out to be probably the worst person in my life right now..." She stared at him as he took in her apology. He sighed as he sat back down.
"It is alright. I did not expect that kind of reaction from you. But it is okay."
Ru'yah sighed, relieved that he forgave her. "Thank you..." They smiled at each other glad that they were okay once again. "I've got a question..."
Altair looked up at her, "Go on..."
She swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat, "Well, I wanted to know... Why did you not save me from Abbas?"
There was no facial reaction from him that could give away anything as he sat there and considered her question. "I could not." She looked at him as he stared at her. "There was no way I could get to Abbas to kill him before he killed you. So I decided, I would stay by you so you were not alone in the end." Ru'yah nodded glad that he had been honest with her.
"Okay." She smiled at him as she saw the sadness take him. Surprising not only him, but herself as well, she hugged him tightly. "It is alright since I know that if you could have done something, it would have been done." She whispered in his ear and then slowly she pulled away from him smiling.
She turned from him, ready to leave when he spoke up. "Wait. I need to give this to you now." She turned back to him a giant question mark plastered on her face.
"Why? And what is it?"
Altair dug around his draws searching for the thing Umar had given him earlier. "Here it is! Now because it just feels right and it is a charm from your father." He stood up and approached her, and without letting her deter him, he slid the charm over her head, pushing her hood back as he went.
She looked down at it as it settled between her beasts over her robes. She reached up and turned it toward her, seeing it to be the Brotherhood's symbol. "This... came from my father?"
Altair nodded, "My father gave it to me and told me to make sure I gave it to you. He said he found it on your fathers desk with his note to him..." Ru'yah smiled to herself as she held the small charm close to her chest. "Thank you." She smiled at him and he nodded at her as he returned to his seat and she slowly returned to her room.
Ru'yah's eyes snapped open and she stood up fast and spun around seeing the all too familiar scenery that she wished she wasn't seeing. "No! Why now?!"
It was the 'Animus'. As Desmond and 16 had both called it.
She glanced down, yep! A red knee length dress, with, she never would have guessed, no straps! She sighed looking around. No one else was there so why the hell was she there?!
Time passed in this alternate dimension as she sat quietly debating all possibilities of why she was there. No one had showed up, 16 has harassed her and Desmond hasn't tried helping her...
She stood up sighing as she went and frowned. "Screw it, I'm walking around!" She took off to the left and just walked aimlessly, she wasn't too concerned with where she'd end up, she knew she wouldn't end up anywhere!
But as she walked, she saw someone else, just standing there. And their figure looked a little familiar to her. As she drew closer, she finally recognized them.
"Sabeh?"
He turned to face her, confirming her guess. She put her walls up as she approached him, refusing to mess up if he was indeed not there to help them.
He looked surprised to see her and a little... concerned? Why would he be concerned? She was the one who was concerned!
"What are you doing here?" Both of them spoke the same words at the same time and both shut their mouths at the same time. "You first." Ru'yah beat him too it.
"I don't know. I've honestly never been here before! You?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, she could hear the different pitch in his voice and she saw his face, did he really think he could lie to her? People these days.
"You can't lie to me. I'm not stupid. You know where we're at." She stuck her hip out to the side and placed her hands on her hips.
He sighed. "I don't think your stupid. I just didn't know if you'd been in here before."
She sighed and tapped her foot. "Yet another lie."
He laughed, "You girls are too intuitive."
She gave him a sarcastic smile. "Now, what the hell are you doing in here?"
He looked down at the floor, "I'm not actually from 1191 AD." She cut him off with a dramatic laugh, "Really now?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Really. I'm from 2013." He didn't add anything else so Ru'yah took that as her chance to start asking him questions.
"That doesn't tell me what you're doing in here or why your in 1191 AD." You do realize that Altair is onto you, by the by."
She glared at him as he sat down, "Well, funny story actually. You know how I saved you?" She nodded getting impatient. "Well, I was actually supposed to make sure you died... That or kill you myself if for whatever reason Abbas didn't kill you first." Seeing how she continued to stare at him he quieted down as he fiddled his thumbs. "Whoops?" He chuckled nervously.
"Why didn't you?" He laughed, "Why didn't I what?" He was obviously trying to dodge the subject. She sighed exasperatedly at him. "Why didn't you kill me yourself?" He gasped in mock horror and put his hand over his lips.
"Are you not happy that I saved your life?" She glared at him again and he raised his arms in defense, "Okay, okay. I didn't because I couldn't. The way Abbas was? Hell no could I pass up the opportunity to kill him! He practically walked right into his death!"
Ru'yah groaned loudly. "Here you go again just sprouting lies as you sit upon your throne made out of them!" She turned from him, her dress swishing, and put her head in her hand and rubbed her temples.
He studied the way her dress swished as he contemplated his next words, very carefully.
"You're tired of my attempt at lying to you, no?"
She looked back at him and gasped, mocking him. Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down. "As a matter of fact, I've been tired of your attempts to lie! They're obviously not working." He stood up and flashed her a 250 watt smile. "Good, cause you deserve the truth."
Ru'yah thought her jaw hit the floor when he spoke those words. "Oh, really?"
"Yes really. Believe me, my life is nothing but lies and deceit. I'm quite frankly pretty tired of it." He gave a little chuckle. He watched her for her reaction, when nothing happened besides her mouth still being flopped open.
"For the most part, this is all pretty damned true, I'll let you pick out the lies. But first a little fact about yo-" He was interrupted suddenly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What are you doing there 'Sabeh'?"
Ru'yah and Sabeh both turned to find 16 standing not too far from them. And by the looks of it, he'd heard the whole conversation.
"I would think I should be asking the same of you, 16." 16 began strolling casually over to the two of them, "Now that's where your wrong. Again."
Both Sabeh and Ru'yah slouched into a fighting stance, ready for anything from 16. "How am I wrong?" 16's laughter rang through the empty space around the three.
"How are you not? You're meddling in something that should not even be possible to meddle in now. But... Someone forgot whose side they're on. Didn't they?" 16 stared straight into Sabeh's eyes.
"I think you forgot too, 16." Desmond seemed to materialize out of nothing right in front of Sabeh and Ru'yah. He stood ready to defend the two even though they probably could have handled 16 their selves.
"Desmond! How kind of you to join us! And I'm afraid, I don't know what your talking about." 16's smug grin enraged Sabeh.
Desmond stepped back, making sure he would be able to reach both of the two behind him in case things got a little bit too ugly. "I think you do. About a lot. You've also seemed to forget about whose side you are on. Shall I remind you?"
16 giggled, "There's no need to remind me! I already know, and I'm not meddling unlike the scum bag behind you." Desmond glanced behind him at Sabeh.
He sighed as he looked back up to 16 and met his eyes. "You're meddling in fate. There is a reason that the two of them are here. And you're forgetting that your an Assassin. Not a Templar." Desmond seemed to look at him in such desperation. He seemed to really believe that 16 wasn't a Templar.
Sabeh shook his head sadly, "He's not. He hasn't been since Lucy survived and you seemed to save everything, which resulted in you being captured by the Templars."
Ru'yah looked at him in surprise, "How do you know all this?!"
He turned to her, "I told you, I'm not from your time. I'm very caught up in things going on outside of here."
Ru'yah looked at him, her eyebrows crinkling in towards each other in confusion. "You mean the Animus?"
Sabeh looked at him, "You know what this is?!" His eyes seemed to light up in hope.
"Yes she does. She has to know something after your familiars erased her memories so they could stick her in here in the middle of this mess." Desmond tossed a glare in Sabeh's direction. He easily sent one back. "Look, I promise I will explain everything to you. Just maybe not now."
Desmond spun to face him, "No! You will tell her everything, and I mean everything, right here and right now!"
As Desmond's back was turned, 16 jumped on his chance to get him. Ru'yah swiftly stepped in front of Desmond as he too turned to see what she was doing.
16 ran right into Ru'yah's fist as she punched him cleanly in the nose, a spurt of blood and then nothing. 16 flew back from the force of her punch and he stood on shaky legs wiping his nose. Desmond put a hand on her shoulder, "I'll handle him." He turned back to Sabeh, his hand still on her shoulder.
"You. Talk. Now." He glanced back at Ru'yah who smiled lightly at him, and he dashed forward to 16.
She turned back to Sabeh. "Alright. Let's jump into this pot full of shit then." She sat down and he silently sat down next to her.
"I guess I'll start with the Templars and Assassins. I'm sure you probably figured you could stop the Templars back in 1191, right?" She nodded. "Well you don't. This feud has been going on for centuries now. It's still currently happening, even though the Templars are openly know as Abstergo Industries. They make all kinds of products that I hope you would recognize had you'd seen them." He took a deep breath. "You are from 2013, I promise. But after Desmond saved the world, and supposedly killed Vidic, he was kidnapped by a couple Templars who found him passed out in a cave."
Sabeh looked back up to Desmond and 16 whose fight seemed more like a dance then a fight.
"They threw him back into the Animus, which allows you to sift through an ancestors memories, in his case that's Altair's. They soon found you and forced some kind of drink down your throat that has caused you amnesia. They've been monitoring you for months now. They were looking for something, and they would have found it when you were killed within here."
Her eyes got big, "That's why you saved me!" He nodded, "Yes. The truth is, I work for Abstergo, but I know what they want. I know what they were looking for." He sighed.
"What are they looking for?" She batted her eyes at him.
He laughed, "That's funny. This could freak you out... Don't. They're looking for Ru'yah's descendent with Altair." She squeaked. "Some how, ever since Ru'yah and Altair bore a child together, there's always been a descendent from each."
Ru'yah crinkled her forehead. "Wait. Answer one question."
"What's that?" He was hoping she'd caught onto his not referring to her as Ru'yah.
"What's my real name?" (WHOOP DAR IT IS!)
Sabeh smiled lightly, "It's Allison. And mine is Piers."
"Allison... I like it. What do you mean by 'there's always been a descendent from each'."
Piers frowned. "Okay, so the two bore a child. But, that caused a major problem for the Order. So, Ru'yah, without Altair knowing, left taking the child with her. The child, a girl, was raised as an Assassin, and eventually placed within a different part of the Brotherhood. Usually it was five generations before the descendents from Ru'yah would find a descendent from Altair. When they would, much like Ru'yah and Altair, they would slowly bond, through pain and eventually love. And each time a child would be born between them. But each time, problems would arise, and the mother and child would leave. Except, Ru'yah found her way back to Altair and the two had two more children, two boys. Sef and Darim."
Allison nodded. "So, what does this have to do with anything?"
Piers smiled sadly, "They want to know if your the next descendent of Ru'yah to have a child with Desmond, the descendent of Altair."
Allison looked back at Desmond. Then back to Sabeh. Then back to Desmond. She watched the beaded sweat of his fight with 16 drip down his forehead. After a moment, she turned back to Piers.
"How do you know this?"
He shook his head. "I can't tell you that."
She pouted, "Desmond made it clear that you had to tell me everything."
He shrugged. "Well, I don't feel that all of it is necessary, some things have to be discovered on their own." She shook her head at him.
"That's ridiculous." He shrugged yet again, "It happens to be the cold hard truth too."
She shook her head, "I know."
The two sat in silence until Allison looked back to him. "You said, that you were a Templar. Does that mean you're not now?" Piers didn't say anything as he thought.
"I don't know what that makes me. Honestly. I guess I'll just let what happens happen." She nodded, "So why'd they choose you?"
"Well, Abstergo came to me, and this was when I was a comic book artist for Marvel, they somehow traced from a descendent from Altair, not with a descendent from Ru'yah, to me. The didn't tell me who I come from though... They figured I'd be the easiest to slip into Ru'yah's life as you relived it. And guess what? It worked for them..."
Allison and Piers sat in silence as she took in what he'd told her. "How'd it work for you?" She glanced at him as she squeezed the question out. He scoffed looking to the plain white sky.
"Horribly, if you must know." She shook her head, "I don't need to know, I was just curious why there was an underlying meaning behind your words."
Piers scoffed again, "Yeah, the underlying meaning happens to be that my own girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, was the Templar that traced from Altair to me." He looked down as he finished, "I'm sorry."
He waved his hand as if he could wave her 'sorry' off. "It's cool. She was a bitch anyways." Allison laughed.
"You know, I'm glad you finally told me all this. Now a lot of odd things make a lot more sense!" He chuckled, "I bet."
A scream resounded from behind them, they hopped up and turned to see what was the matter.
16 was kneeling in front of Desmond who was looking sheepish. "Give up?" 16 spit at him and disappeared in a poof of nothingness.
Desmond turned to them. "He tell you?" She nodded. "You know you can't tell Altair, right? Anything."
She nodded, "I figured."
Altair stared out the window. He never thought that a Templar would be right under their noses. 'Two Templars.' He hastily corrected himself.
He shuffled some papers together and banged them against the table twice to get them neat. He stood slowly, he'd have to confront them. And now.
If not for the Brotherhood.
For her...
Desmond, Allison and Piers sat quietly in a circle. The three were waiting to be shipped back to their rightful places by the Animus. But as time dragged on, they three began to worry.
Why weren't they going back?!
But little did they know, that the Animus had a plan all on it's own.
In a flash of white light, Allison's necklace began glowing faintly, Desmond's ring began glowing faintly and a faint glow began under the glove of Piers' left hand.
"Ummm, does this normally happen?!"
Suddenly, as Altair was making his way to Khalif, his bracer's Assassin symbol began to glow.
"What is this?"
As Khalif calmly planned the Brotherhood's demise, the hidden Templar cross under shirt began to glow a faint red.
A cruel smile crept across his face.
"It's time."
AOS118: AND... SCENE! I got this one out at 1:30 in the AM just for y'all! Hope you LOVE it :) Shit is hitting the fan! :D
