Chapter 2

Not the Best Way to Start Off a Relationship

"What did you just say?" Altair growled, turning around.

Morgan laughed nervously, "Uh…"

"How did you know my name?" He demanded, grabbing her shirt.

She stared at him for a minute, "Uh, you look like an 'Altair?'" She tried nervously.

He put a blade to her throat, "Don't play games woman!"

She put her hands on his wrists and managed to pull her tee shirt out of his grip. She glared at him, "Okay, listen," She used her toe of her shoe to draw a line in the dirt. When she was done, she pointed to it, "This is the boundary that cuts off my space from yours. Do not cross into my space!"

Again he grabbed her shirt, "Listen-!?"

"There they are!"

"Get them!"

Morgan turned around and jumped, "What the-!?"

"Hold on," Altair mumbled.

He picked her up and tossed her onto his shoulder, not at all gently. She groaned at the pain in her gut, but kept it behind a clenched jaw. She got angry and began to pound on his back. "Put me down!" She yelled, "Put me down! Put me down!!"

He hopped across a platform and finally stopped. "Good!" She sighed, smiling, "Now! Put me down! Put me down!"

Altair let her slip down. He opened his mouth to say something but a familiar and unwanted voice cut him off. "I'm gaining on you!"

Morgan gave a short scream when the guards appeared. She turned back to Altair and grabbed his arms, "Ah! Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me up!"

He did, putting his arm around her waist and backed up. He dropped down and gripped down onto the windowsill. Altair forced her through the window and then climbed in after her.

She let an "Oaf!" out of her lips as she landed on her left thigh. And here all I wanted to do was play Assassin's Creed! I get to live it! How wonderfulShe thought bitterly.

Altair jumped in after the girl, landing perfectly on his feet. He quickly shut the window's shutters behind him. He turned around and overlooked her.

She was quite slender and dressed in awfully strange clothes. Her white shirt was tight enough to show the curves of her waist, but loose enough to be sensible. She was wearing blue pants when she should have been wearing some sort of dress. Her boots were white and had a black marking that resembled part of Creed's symbol turned upside down. He looked up at her face and saw she had fair skin which was unnatural for living in Damascus. Her eyes were a sky blue and round. Her hair was raven black and long, kept in a loose ponytail to hang down her back with 2 strands hanging, one on the right side of her face, the other over her left eye. In simple terms, she was very pretty… very, very, pretty.

She tensed up and looked over at him. She seemed to realize what he was doing and glared at him, "Take a picture, it lasts longer…" He raised an eyebrow and she put a hand to her forehead, "Never mind…"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. Automatically she began to fight back. Does she ever stop!? He shouted mentally. "Stop fighting!" He barked.

"Stop pulling me to random places!!" She countered, glaring at him.

He pulled her closer, "I'm not! This is your home, this shouldn't be-"

"Hold up there, killer boy," She said, leaning away from him, "This isn't my home!"

"If not here, then where?"

She bit her lip, "You wouldn't believe me, but here it goes…" She sighed, "I live in a city called Manchester, in the state New Hampshire, in a country that hasn't been discovered yet called America…"

Altair stared at her and he almost broke out into laughter, "You're not serious are-"

"Dead… serious…" She said, "How else would I get these clothes…" She looked down at her arm, "Can I have that back please?"

He applied more pressure and she cringed, "I don't believe you!"

"I knew you wouldn't…" She said, glaring over into a corner, "But that doesn't matter, it's the truth, whether you want to believe it or not, Altair, so-"

"How do you know my name…?"

She looked at him and for a minute, Altair thought she could see his eyes from under the shadows, "Your life… is a game…" She said, "I didn't think it was real, the Assassin's and your-"

"Stop making up lies, wench, or I'll bring my blade to your-"

"Rule number one!" She cut him off, "Never bring harm to the innocent or something like that… It's part of your Creed!"

He stared at her, "H-how do you, a woman, know of the Creed?"

"I told you!" Morgan groaned, "Your life is a game! And I've been playing it!" You think he would get it!

Wrong choice of words, seeing as Altair grabbed both arms and brought her close to his face, "You think my life is a game!?"

She stared at him, scared, "N-no! I never said that!"

"'Your life is a game!' Isn't that what you said!?"

"Yes, but that's not what I meant!" She yelled.

"What did you mean then, and be quick about it!"

She sighed, and proceeded to tell him about the game, Assassin's Creed. Of course, she left out a few spots, like the fact he could die easily, the fact that he begins to question things, about Desmond Miles, and everything that could alter the future. She didn't really want to do that at the moment. Altair sat patiently and waited through her tale. "So… My life will be turned into entertainment?" He asked a hint of sadness mixed with anger in his voice.

"Sadly…" She nodded, than brightened up, "But, the silver lining, if you wanna see it is that you get a lot of publicity…"

He gave her a look that just screamed displeasure. She bit her tongue and looked down. "What is your name?" He asked finally.

She looked at him, "Morgan… my name is Morgan…"

He stared at her, "Strange name for a woman… isn't Morgan a male's name?"

She glared at him, "Don't push it, dude…"

He stared at her, "'Dude?' What's a 'dude?'?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Um, I think I got a lot to explain to you," She smiled, "When we get to the Assassin's Bureau-…"

"No," Altair growled, "You're not coming with me…"

She glared at him, "Why not! I'm a useful asset and-"

"You could be with the templars! I won't break the third creed! You obviously know what it is…"

"Never Compromise the Brotherhood…" She quoted, but then put her hands on his arms, "But you don't understand! I know where all of your information is…"

Altair glared at her, "Then tell me and be over with it…"

"No!" She yelled, stepping away from him, "You'll leave me then and I'll be stuck here in a place where I've only seen it in your game!"

"Look," He growled, "It's not my fault that this system of Xbox 360 didn't like you and brought you here!"

"Technically...!" She said, holding up a finger, "It is, cause if you hadn't of existed, they never would have created the game and then I never would have gotten it and then I never would have been sucked into this place…"

Altair opened his mouth, but saw a point in all of it. "Well, what do you want me to do about it…?"

She put a hand over her mouth and thought, "I guess… the only man who would have any clues would be Al Mualim…"

Altair, she knew, would normally disagree, but for some reason, he bowed his head, like he was in deep thought. It was at these moments she wished she was like her many characters who could read minds. Sadly, she didn't have that ability. She shuffled from one foot to another and waited for him to say something. I wonder what he's thinking…

She put her hands in her sweatshirt pocket and felt her Ipod, then her Ipod cord (it must have still been in there when Isabella tried to eat it and she took it off of her.) She also felt her cell phone and that cord. She found it kind of funny and ironic that she had both of those things with her. She smiled softly and felt into her jean pockets: a bit of fuzz, a wallet with her school ID, driver's license, about 6 bucks in dollars, and about 15 cents. She sighed and looked back up at him.

Altair could feel her staring and looked back up at her, "I guess…" he said finally, "That we'll go to the Bureau, and we'll see what the Rafek, suggests…"

Morgan smiled widely, but stopped from saying anything that might change the Assassin's mind. Instead, she nodded and just tried to keep from smiling too much. Altair noticed this and almost smiled as well. He stopped himself, reminding his mental self that he shouldn't do such things and it was improper for a woman to even speak like she did to him. However, she had guts and a bit of spice and he found that extremely annoying.

He turned around and walked back to the window. "Where are you going?" She asked, curiously, following him.

"We're going to the Bureau…" He said, letting his voice show both his annoyance and the fact he wanted to tease her.

She glared at him, "I know that…" She crossed her arms, "But still, can't we go the easy way?" She pointed the door with her thumb.

He paused and stared at it; she had a point… again. Twice in one day this girl had done that; that in itself was also getting annoying. She walked over to it and peered through the opening. Morgan was used to not having a door. The one to her bedroom was broken so they had to take it out in order to replace it. She looked down both hallways and smiled. Turning back around to Altair and motioned for him to follow her. He rolled his eyes and walked quickly over, standing up taller then her.

She noticed and raised an eyebrow, quizzically. "What are you doing?" She asked, annoyed.

"Nothing…" He snapped.

She glared at him, "You know, I used to think that meeting you would be cool, but you've turned out to be a pri- !!"

Altair quickly put a hand over her mouth and pulled her back into the room. She flailed around for a minute, clawing and scratching at his unguarded hands. He flinched and put an arm around her waist, to get more control. He leaned down a bit and put his back to the wall near the opening. "Shhh," He whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine, "Someone's coming…" He slowly withdrew his hand over her mouth.

She looked at him then leaned closer to the opening and listened. "I'm telling you," An Arabic man said, obviously annoyed, "There are no assassins in my home!"

"Stay your tongue, peasant!" A guard no doubt growled, "We're checking every house in the area him and his little friend were last spotted."

"Well, I'm telling you!" He said, softer this time, "They're not here…"

Morgan tensed up. They had to find a way out… and fast!