Dr. Altaïr, Part One
Altaïr was still tied to the chair, and since he had nothing better to do, he began counting random objects in the small room. Connor and Haytham would leave every now and then, but when they came back they would always be fighting and it would drive Altaïr up the wall because 1) he couldn't leave and 2) he wanted to shut them up...for good.
Altaïr sighed as the door swung open and Connor and Haytham entered the room, yelling at each other.
"Why did you pick up the wrong bread?" Connor whined, as Haytham placed the bag down, "You know I don't like whole grain!"
"Well the white is too expensive, so you're gonna have to deal with it," Haytham answered, crossing his arms, "Stop acting like a child you're a grown man. Start acting like one."
"Don't yell at me!" Connor yelled, knocking the loaf of bread off the desk. Haytham looked down at it, then at his son.
"You, young man, are in..."
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Altaïr yelled, causing both of them to jump, "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! ALL YOU DO IS YELL AND BICKER AND PICK AT EVERY LITTLE THING! WHY CAN'T YOU GET ALONG?!"
"Because he's an Assassin," Haytham answered.
"He's a Templar," Connor answered at the same time. Altaïr wished he could smack both of them, but all he could do was mentally smack them. He took a deep breath, counting to ten, then spoke.
"Templars and Assassins can get along," he said calmly. Haytham and Connor looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"YEAH RIGHT!"
"GOOD ONE! DID YOU SMACK YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU FELL?!"
"SHUT UP!" Altaïr yelled, and they both jumped again, "Listen, my wife is-was-a Templar and..."
"Wait," Connor cut him off, "You have a wife?!" Haytham and Connor burst out laughing again as Altaïr tried to talk over them.
"Oh I give up," he said, slumping back in the chair.
The Minstrel Strikes Again
Ezio and Malik were once again strolling through the streets of Florence, taking in all the sights and sounds. Ezio was actually being nice( by being nice, we mean thinking about others than himself) and giving Malik a tour, showing him his favorite locations around the city. *coughbrothelscough*
"And this...is where my family was murdered," Ezio said, sweeping his arm around the courtyard.
"Oh. I'm...sorry," Malik said. Not sure if I should be sincere or if he's just making a joke, Malik thought, trying to read Ezio's facial expressions. Yup, I should be sincere. Malik patted him on the back, when the familiar music could be heard behind them. Ezio looked over his shoulder, and his eyes went wide.
"Merda RUN!" Ezio yelled, and began sprinting away as fast as he could.
"What? Ezio! Wait!" Malik began running, but the minstrel jumped in front of him.
"This man has only one arm.."
"Get away!" Malik yelled, and tried to run in the other direction, but there was another minstrel.
"He cannot do us no harm..."
Malik turned to run but there was another minstrel in front of him. He looked around, and saw he was surrounded by minstrels, and they were all singing.
"He is weak and helpless and needs help to eat breakfast
The girls don't give him a chance..."
Malik fell to the ground, trying to crawl away from them, "EZIO HELP ME!" he screamed, but the Italian was long gone.
"Look how he tries to run but can't!
He's the man with one arm that no one wants!"
The minstrels began closing in on him, "EZZZIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Ezio watched from a rooftop with La Volpe. The man looked at him, "He had no chance," Ezio said, shaking his head, "He was so young!"
"You're acting like he died," La Volpe said, crossing his arms.
"HE DID!" Ezio wailed, "DEATH BY MINSTRELS!"
Here Comes The Boat
Desmond continued to run through the town, shoving people out of the way and getting shoved in the process, "Shit do these guys ever give up?" he asked, panting.
"GET THE ASSASSIN!"
Desmond looked around, and saw the harbor. He groaned, "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, and jumped into the harbor. The guards stopped at the dock, looking down at the water.
"You get him."
"No you."
"RandomsentenceinArabicaboutnotjumpinginthewater."
Desmond watched as the guards just stared at him, and he began laughing, "HAHAHAHAHA! You can't get me! You guys can't swim! BOOYAH! WHO DA MAN NOW YA PRICKS?" Desmond yelled, fist pumping. The guards began shouting insults at him, waving their firsts in the air. Desmond began pointing at them, "OOOO WHADDA YA GONNA DO NOW? I'M POINTING AT YOU!" he yelled, waving his finger around.
The guards began jumping up and down, waving their arms and pointing, "GET OUT OF THE WATER!"
"YOU NEED TO MOVE!"
"RANDOMSENTENCEINARABICABOUTMOVING!"
Desmond frowned, "What in th..." A giant shadow loomed over him, and he looked up, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, as the boat moved towards him. He began swimming out of the way, but the current was pulling him back towards the boat, "NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONAHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Desmond's shirt got hooked on the boat and it began dragging him towards the dock, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BAM!
The guards flinched, and looked over the dock. Desmond face planted against the dock. The guards looked at each other, not saying anything, then one of them spoke.
"Let's take a break. He'll still be here when we get back," The others nodded, and walked away from the dock, leaving Desmond to pull himself out of the harbor and onto the dock. He looked around, and groaned.
"OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCHHHHHH!"
