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Chapter 2: Welcome; to the White Room! (My children~….oh ho ho)
Altair and Malik studied their surroundings for awhile. Malik's face was as pale as the sleek, plain, and empty white room they seemed to find themselves in. Altair is suddenly surprised when Malik starts to scream and run around like a maniac.
"WAHHHH!" he starts, "ITS CLEANER THAN MY BUREAU!" He goes up to Altair. "Do something please! I don't know if I can stand it!" He grabs Altair and starts to violently shake him. He then stops and looked up at him. "Hold me Altair..."
He looked at Altair like a damsel-in-distress. Altair slaps him. "Get a hold of yourself! You're an assassin; well... you were. Until you turned into a little girl, that is." Malik wipes his nose on his sleeve and puts a serious face on.
"Fine! Then where are we, Mr. Smarty-Assassin-Pants." Altair stared back at him, wind blew into his robes; well technically air conditioning, and said in a manly American voice; "I...have no idea."
Malik breaks down, and starts to laugh like a maniac again. "Do you want me to slap you again?" says Altair.
Malik stands up; with air conditioning in his robes; slightly chilling him. "Well, not really." he says in a mocking voice, mimicking Altair.
Altair gives him his pissy-face, and starts to examine the room thoroughly. Malik sits on his butt, and starts to sing some little kid, Assassin song.
I'm an assassin.
I serve Al Mualim.
But just last month,
we threw him in the bin
I'm an Assassin
I'm really really great
All the girls want to ask me on a date.
My name is Malik;
I've got no left arm.
But I've got my charisma.
"That's not how it goes." interrupts Altair. He continues to study the white room. The room is rectangular shaped. He notices a door on one side of the room. On the wall adjacent to that wall is a strange white, cold, metallic surface; slightly sticking out from the wall.
(Laris: That's a one-way whiteboard. We are currently behind it. :3)
Altair then noticed a black object in the corner of two walls. "Huh? What is that?" he mumbled. It made odd noises, and moved side to side, up and down. He had some kind of round, glass material over the 'eye' and seemed to stare right at Altair. It sent a shock wave of nervousness down his spine. He managed to use the wall to push himself up, because he somehow got his hidden blade through it. He dropped back onto the ground; landing on his two feet, and the black object crumpled and shattered into even smaller pieces.
While behind the one-way white board...
"Oh Shit! He killed the camera!" exclaimed Pie.
"Didn't I tell you to hide it like the others!" screams Laris.
Pie stares at her. There's an awkward silence between them. "Um... maybe?"
The cameraman silently continues to record them. Behind him are a few more people who have joined in to edit footage.
Malik looks at what remained of the camera. "Altair, what is that? How come you used your hidden blade on it?"
"It moved and seemed to look at me… It looked into my… soul…"
Malik simply stared, before laughing his head off. Altair growled at him. "You would have done the same if it were you…"
Malik kept laughing. "This must be some kind of Templar weapon." Altair said, ignoring Malik's laughs. He tapped the remains of the camera with his foot. "This whole place must have something to do with the Templars. Who else would want to trap us?"
Malik had stopped laughing. "Well, being the jerk you are Altair, there's probably plenty of people who would want to kill you."
"Well, if that's the case… why are you here too?" Altair said, with a sly grin.
Malik stared back, lost for words. Altair shook his head.
A strange sound started to emit from the roof; the spot in which they both fell from. They started to approach to have a look; until a figure fell in. They landed hard on their stomach.
The man groaned. He too, like Altair had a hood over his face. His clothes were strange to Altair and Malik. His hood was apart of a thick shirt, with blue, rough material pants, and the oddest foot ware they had ever seen.
"Who are you?" Altair said to the man when he got up, sword drawn. The man turned, surprise on his face. "…Altair?"
Altair was taken back slightly. "How… how do you know my name?"
"It's a long story… but simply put, I'm your descendant; and my names Desmond Miles."
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Laris
