soo if you ever expected what happens in this chapter to happen, i congratulate you :D

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Chapter Twelve: What the Heck!

Connie was having such a wonderful dream, the best actually. She had found her parents and they were all having a wonderful dinner together. Laughing and happiness was all that could be heard throughout the dining room, it was pure bliss, and Connie was so happy and content. However, as happy as she was before, it was soon lost, as the dream slowly started fading away. There was no longer laughing but screaming; her parents smiles no longer present but instead mouths open in shock. Their faces stared to distort then and it was almost like they were melting, the dream was filled with her screams then, as the puddles of their flesh on the floor grew larger. Any happiness she once had was gone when her dream completely vanished.

She quickly woke up however, her necklace burning intensely. As her mind slowly started drifting into awareness once again, she could feel her side against something hard and dry, like she was sleeping on the floor instead of her bed...wait a minute.

She quickly shot up, hazel eyes wide. Where the hell was she! She looked around, she was definitely not in her bed anymore, it looked like she was in an alley, and the air and floor were so hot. How had she gotten here?

She began to panic more and more, she wasn't prepared for this, she needs to be prepared, always needs to be prepared! What the heck am I going to do! She thought hysterically, she was having one of the best dreams and then it turned into this. I want to wake up NOW! She thought in a crazy voice, she then slapped herself hard across the face, eyes shutting from the pain.

She didn't want to open her eyes; maybe she could pretend she wasn't in this situation. She could still feel the heat however, and she reluctantly opened her eyes again. Hopefully this is just a very real dream and I'll wake up in the morning laughing with Altair. Like that will happen. Thought Connie letting out a small chuckle, trying to calm her. She knew Altair wasn't anywhere near her though, and it scared her more, as she had no one with her anymore, and her loneliness was once again evident.

Slowly sitting up and getting off the ground, she looked up at the sky holding her hot necklace from her skin. There wasn't a cloud up there, and the only thing that was present in the sky was the sun, which was very hot with its rays. Where the hell was she? She headed to the end of the alleyway with her socked feet, where she could hear people, and the sun was shining. Reaching the end, she grabbed the corner of the building and stuck her head around, looking at her surroundings.

She was definitely not in Canada, that was for sure. Everything was dry, there was hardly any grass anywhere, and all she could see was stone and dirt. Defiantly not Canada.

She looked at the people then wondering the streets. There clothing, it was so... different, or maybe she was the different one. She looked down at her clothes, she was still wearing her black hoodie and black pants. Crap this isn't good, my clothing will stand out AND it's black AND I'll die in this heat! She thought frustrated, stepping back into the shadow of the alley building. How the heck had she gotten here, wherever here was?


Altair woke with a start, his surroundings weren't the same. He quickly looked around and he realized he was in the... Assassin's bureau?

Quickly getting up, he realized he was in his robes again with his weapons and everything. It was almost as if he was dreaming those five days... But he could have sworn they were real. But it seemed he was back where he last remembered; before he woke up in the future... he was to assassinate Talal now.

He knew he was in Jerusalem, it had been his last memory before he... dreamed.

Heading to the wall to climb out, he quickly tried to vanish any thoughts he had of Connie, but he found himself almost wishing it hadn't been a dream. Even though it was hard to admit, he... Missed her. It wasn't real however, and he knew he wouldn't ever see her again, and even though he had only dreamed about him being with her for 5 days, it felt longer, and he really did find himself missing her.

Sighing he reached the top of the bureau, thoughts still on his dream girl. He slowly started heading to kill the cunning slave master named Talal, hoping that maybe this was a dream and that he was still in the future. Though this is what he wanted wasn't it? To get back to his own time, so he could live his life fully again? Yes that was it, that's what he wanted, and it was for the best.

Thoughts on his mission then, he jumped across the buildings heading to his target. He slowed to a stop however, as it seemed there was a ruckus on the street, civilians were yelling and talking about a demon...this wasn't good.


Slowly walking out of the alley, Connie kept to the sides of the buildings, her hood up, walking past the food stalls people were running, the men behind them staring at her intently. This freaking her out a bit she continued on her way, not looking any of them in the eyes.

Her pace increased then, as she heard some of the people murmuring about her. Some even calling her a demon, she had to get the hell out o- too late.

"It's a demon! Kill it!" yelled one of the stall's men, she quickly snapped her head towards the man, and he screeched in fear. She didn't look like a demon...did she? She looked down to her dark clothes... there was no time to think about it however, as she soon saw guards coming her way. What place has guards? She thought hesitantly...their swords did look sharp... It was best she got out of there.

She quickly turned around and started running away, looking ahead of her down the street. It was long enough for her to try and pick a place to turn next to get them off her back. Finding one that wasn't a dead end she bolted down it, looking for other non-dead ends.

"Stop demon!" yelled one of the guards as she turned down another alley that wasn't a dead end. Quickly trying to run faster, as it seemed the guards were still on her tail and she wasn't out running them fast enough. Her dark clothing in this climate was slowing her down, sticking to her skin in an uncomfortable way. Taking more sharp turns to get out of their view, it turned out to be a mistake, as she turned a wrong way. Running to the dead end she went behind an abandoned stall, hiding herself from their view.

Her breath was coming out fast, and her clothing wasn't helping one bit, she almost thought she was going to die. She noticed her necklace was cold then, but had no time to question it.

She then heard there steps near the alley, it seemed they had stopped running also, but apparently, they weren't out of breath as much as she was. One of the guards chuckled then.

"We know you're here demon." Said one of them, amusement in his voice. She was scared then, she wasn't prepared for this, were the heck was she! It's all a misunderstanding, she's not a demon, and she's just lost!

"Show yourself demon, we might not make your death as painful." Another one said, a laugh following soon after. Ok she was definitely not coming out of her hiding spot, painful death be damn. Going for the two knives that she knew were still on her, she pulled them out slowly, opening them up. Her breathing was controlled once more, and she listened for them coming closer. Wait a minute, that sounded like they we-

She couldn't finish her thought however, as one of the guards found her spot and pulled her up by grabbing the top of her hood, pulling her hair with it.

"Ahhh!" she yelled, pain spreading across her scalp as her hair was pulled, this was certainly not a dream anymore. Pain this real, was real.

One of the guards snickered from her scream, and the one holding her threw her by the hold on her head and she landed on the floor, hood falling off. There were about 4 guards present, and their eyes lit up at the sight of her.

"Its a woman!" one of them shouted, yet he was ignored.

"My my, look at this demon, she looks like she needs a punishment, yes?" said one of the guards turning to the others with a smile, but only one nodded in agreement. Connie gulped; she was definitely NOT in Canada.

"What you say cannot be done, she is a woman not a demon."

"Let's make sure we send her back screaming." Said another guard still ignoring the others. Arguing started then until the opposing was finally silenced with brute force. They all started walking towards Connie then, two being reluctant.

Through that whole situation Connie had been taking in the situation, looking for openings along with regaining her breath. She crawled away quickly.

She was freaking out now, there wasn't much more room for her to back up, and she didn't want to die like this, this is why she prepared herself for everything! She didn't want to die young! Now shaking, and tears threatening to fall, she did the only thing a frightened girl would do. She screamed.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping for help, from anyone, she just wanted help! There was silence then, no one was coming for her, and the only noise was the men's snickering and the sand blowing around.


Altair quickly went to check out the demon problem in curiosity; it could mess up his mission, and decided to take care of the problem himself instead of leaving it to the useless guards. Jumping towards where the commotion was centered on the demon, he listened for any leads on where to go. All he heard were the complaints of how awful it was for a demon to be among them and how the food wasn't as good today. Maybe the guards had taken care of the pro-. He never finished his thought however, as he heard a scream fill the air.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" it was a woman's voice, one that sounded familiar almost... quickly heading to where he heard the cry, his feet moving swiftly.

When he finally got there, he looked down into the alley, and what he sees baffles him, it was the girl. He stared in shock before he realized the girl in his dreams troubled circumstance, one guard was about to grab her then, and he quickly headed down to destroy them. They should not be treating a woman in such a way.


"No one's coming for you woman." The guards laughed, closing in. It was then she felt like a trapped animal, but the only difference was she wasn't baring her teeth or claws. She would change that though, as she would fight to the death, not giving in to anything willingly. This was at the bottom of bottom for what she would do in any situation; this was her plan H for god sakes, not a plan B or C, a PLAN H!

Hissing now, she snapped her teeth at them and crouched down, knives ready as well as nails to give them hell.

"Seems our little demon is becoming defensive, let me show you how weak you really are." Said the guard on the left walking ahead of the rest of the men towards Connie. He was just about to touch her then, but she screeched and jumped at him, stabbing her two knives in his stomach and pulling up, slicing his stomach deep and deadly. Blood splattered at her then, but it couldn't be seen on her black clothing, however, the specks on her face could.

The guard fell to the floor, spitting up blood before dying. Her eyes then snapped to the remaining three guards, they didn't look frightened however, and ran all at the same time towards her, jumping on her. They would avenge their fallen brother, no matter the reasons of his death.

Her knives were knocked out of her hands, along with the breath in her lungs. She couldn't breathe with them on top of her, and she realized they were going to end up doing what they intended from the start. The only difference was there was one less men to share the fun with. Only one began pulling at her clothing then, her breath still not coming to her.

She should have had a plan I, and she decided to make one right then and there. Plan I: never get to plan H. She tried laughing at her own stupid-ness, but it came out more like a wheeze as her breath was not coming. The men on top of her were heavy, and everything started to become numb and she was dizzy, as there was no more air circulation. At least she wouldn't be able to feel anything.

The guards were getting fed up with her clothing not coming off right, so one of them pulled out their knives to rip it off. However, it never got to that point.

There was a quick crunch, as the guard with the knife was stabbed in the throat with a familiar blade, blood splattering out. The body then fell lifeless, to reveal the man behind him; it was Altair.

Connie's hazel eyes brightened then as they saw Altair, he was saving her.

The two guards that were left quickly got up, drawing there's swords. One of them didn't get that far however, as Altair whipped a dagger to his throat before he could. His attention was then turned to the last remaining guard.

"Leave now before you regr-" he never finished however because it seemed Altair had enough of him for he drew his sword, and stabbed the man through his heart, blood squirting out against the walls and floors. He quickly jerked his sword out, blood splattering across more places than before, as the man gurgled his blood and fell to the dirt face first.

There was silence then, the only noise Connie's deep breaths, and the sand blowing once more. Altair turned to Connie, staring at her from under his hood, he didn't move however, sword still in hand with blood dripping onto the floor.

"Altair?" asked Connie, face confused and helpless.


Oh my, did this really just happen? :P

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