Handcrafted AC Drabbles

by babblepomms

Attempted drabbles-like a typical cheating novice!-for different characters of my current guilty pleasure: Assassin's Creed. Plenty of love figs for AltMal... WARNING: Rated M just in case I let loose and it's my first and I wish to continue with this when the babble figs grant time.

3. GO

GO (FEAT. KAREN O.)_Santigold (3:24)

Twin mercenaries as silent as a graveyard scale the inner walls of Masyaf Castle at the dead of night. Jeopardizing their necks scrambling up the cliff side where no one ever dares to defy. Out of sheer desperation the Templars have schemed a suicide mission of their finest to pull an amateur assassin charade on the Grandmaster.

Thick bodies storm up the garden swiftly finding purchase ascending the castle up the barren window, stepping into both the assassin fortress and their crypt. Few torches light a dim glow to guide them through. Tip-toeing past the night watch down silent corridors; with a weightless vestige through heavy desert sand. Slaughter is not an option but an alternative.

Poised to strike just in front of the chamber door. Massive swords unsheathed dripped in poison, for a torturous kill lest a full frontal were to fail. Bodies pressed against the door intruding a muffled argument on the other side. With stilled breath and rapid heartbeats the door is charged down. Like a stampede hurling toward the two furious assassins... heavy swords swung overhead... a battle wail piercing the silence. Time seized and everything slowed... in one final fleeting look at the golden blaze from under the cowl... a mere centimeters away... swords hurling down on the Eagle's head. Then...

BANG!

Down goes the first mercenary, and with the Second's gasp released from a fresh slit through his throat as he kneels in his own pool of blood at the feet of the Grandmaster. His last glance was a flurry of dark blue robes and shouts of men blotting in through the entrance. Mission failed.

...

"Satisfied? Or shall you need more evidence of the hidden gun's virtue, Malik?" Altair teased, raising his eyebrows with an accomplished smirk toward his complement cleaning his hidden blade.

With a scoff and tilt of his head, Malik steps over the bodies towards the exit but turns back at the arch of the doorway. "Anymore conviction and it will merit your arrogance. Now, I shall leave you to enjoy the clean up." And he disappears between the scurrying of disoriented guards.

Well, that concludes the argument.