Thanks for the kind comments. Let me be clear, I don't mind critics so just be critical if its necessary. I just don't like being called names, and some people on here have been doing just that. That said, I think I found out that these people are one person, but I'm not completely sure on that yet. However, it's been a rainy day and my roommate had a operation so I'm taking care of her. But while she was asleep I was quit bored after cleaning the place up, so I wrote a few chapters, might as well throw 'em online.

Chapter 13

Maya's heart was thumbing loudly in her chest as she opened the door of her home, throwing it shut behind her and leaning her back against it. Never before had she minded being alone a lot but right now she felt like the company of her parents were desperately needed. She wanted to curl up on her father's lap. It had been confirmed with only a sentence that Altaïr in fact, did harm people. What did that mean, did he just hurt them or kill them? What a pathetic question, she cursed herself in her mind, of course it meant he was a murderer why else would he wear so many weapons?
"Momma? " she tried quietly hearing her voice tremble lightly. But there was no response, as expected. Her mind was running wild with possibilities; she could run for her father or find her mother who was probably at her friend's house helping out with the preparations of a party. Maya now wished she had listened when her mother had been babbling about it. Who was the party for again? And what was the occasion? She had been too busy thinking about Altaïr.

"Maya" she gasped at the suddenness with which he penetrated the silence and she almost jumped. He stood just a few steps away from her, his weapons still on his frame and his hood still up. It was foreign to see him this way inside of her home, where he always hid his weapons carefully. She tensed immediately standing up straighter and unconsciously positioning her frame so she, at any moment, could flee through the door. "Maya, please, I have never given you a reason not to trust me" and perhaps it was true. But if he had just calmed her mind moments ago, after she had seen Malik and him together she would probably have forgotten about her fear long ago, but instead he admitted he brought harm upon others. "I have never given you a reason to hurt me" she whispered quietly but he heard. "Exactly, I would never do so, let me explain" he tried stepping forward only to have her tense up even more.

"I am an assassin" he just started then, feeling rather hopeless as her delicate hand rested on the doorknob. It was an desperate attempt to trigger her curiosity and it worked; he knew it worked for he knew Maya, curious, always wanting to know everything about everyone.
He had always imagined telling her. Just not like this. Perhaps after he had been able to tell Al Mualim about her, just maybe he would give his blessing upon them and he would've been able to bring her to Masyaf. He would've told her then, in a much more peaceful manner. He certainly hadn't fantasized about her green eyes looking darkly with fear of him. Her posture ready to run off at any second. Even if he hadn't been able to tell her before she would have found out on her own, he hadn't anticipated this, he had expected her to see him assassinate someone. For a brief second he wondered how that would've turned out; that would've freaked Maya out more than it has now, surely.
Maya had heard of them assassins. Her father had spoken of them before, in a manner that brought fear to her. She had learned that they were called demons in white by many surrounding them. A old woman whom had been visiting her mother regularly before she died, had told her she had seen one, assassinating someone brutally without hesitation or regret.
But for some reason her mind wasn't actually running in that direction. She actually pondered on how a kind man like Altaïr could even be a white demon, who brutally murdered someone. He had always been treating her with kindness and respect.
It was also then that she would've smacked herself on her forehead; demon in white, she could've guessed it all before. Altaïr was always dressed in his white ropes, armed to the teeth and mysteriously hiding his face. Why had she not seen this before?
"An murderer" Maya concluded feeling very brave at the single second. But it really only lasted for a second before she felt it all fall down to the pit of her stomach again. Altaïr had taken his hood down so his honest eyes were visible. But it was hardly enough to convince Maya of his innocence, for all she knew, this was not the Altaïr she had adored before.
"I am to some people, perhaps" he spoke softly feeling his shoulder falling and his confidence drown in a pit of desperation. If she would just listen to him.
"I'm part of an brotherhood" he simply started holding his hands folded in front of him to show Maya that he was not reaching out for any weapons. He had been in a hurry before, but now wished he had taken the time to dispose of them in her bedroom. That way he had looked a lot less threatening after he had just announced he killed people as his profession. "We're fighting for freedom and peace for those who are unable to themselves." He continued as he got no response from Maya who seemed intrigued enough to listen. "There are men who want to take away our freedom to choose in order to force peace upon us" Maya lifted her head up a little indicated he was finally getting some response out of the woman. "How else create peace?" she muttered quietly afraid that perhaps he would snap if she used the wrong words. "Mankind proved its incapability to just get along" her words were not her own, Altaïr had heard them before. Sayyid had spoken them when they were having a private conversation once. Sayyid was not a templar, this Altaïr knew for he spoke hatred of them. But at the same time he was not convinced that without them the word could be a better place. Altaïr feeling the need to protect what he believed in had tried to change his mind but it hardly worked. He wondered whether or not try with Maya, knowing full well she was just as hard-headed.
Whatever his decision would be there was one thing he made up his mind about; he was not leaving Jerusalem without him back on her good side.