Thank you all for such the kind reviews! Really, I had no idea people would actually like it :D

Altair exited the building and looked at the surroundings. It was night outside and he wanted to keep his flashlight off for fear of being seen by the horrific creatures, but he couldn't see much, especially since it was raining. Thankfully the rain was light and didn't turn the dark world into an opaque image.

Then Altair suddenly realized that he had no clue what to do. No hints or clues, no orders, nothing to tell him where to go or what he had to accomplish. He was on his own in an unfamiliar, frightening place. Maybe if he explored this town- Lakeside, it's called -he'd uncover something that he'd need to know. But this whole place was abandoned; not a single soul was around to be seen. Those letters though…someone must have written and left them, which means that someone must be here. But then again, those letters looked old can could be obsolete to him.

Altair looked at his map and tried to find where he was. He just came out J&R Electronics and Appliances and was heading down Sheerly Street towards Teresea River. A letter had warned him from going near water, so crossing it would probably do nothing. But maybe if he did cross it, he could leave this place. He still had no clue what was going on and wanted to go back to Malik or Masyaf more than anything that was familiar to him. Why was he even here in the first place, anyway?

Altair focused back on the map and heard the noise of running feet. He turned his head in their direction and saw the silhouette of a person darting away from him. "Hey, wait!" Altair said and dashed after the figure. It took a sharp turn around a corner and slammed the doors behind itself.

Altair skittered to a halt and looked at the sign posted above the entrance. It said, in large bold letters, LAKESIDE HOTEL. The assassin was hesitant upon entering but if it meant that he would find another human being, then he would gladly go inside of the building.

The interior was dusty and molded and, of course, dark. Chandeliers and planks of broken wood as well as furniture was strewn about the floor and the wallpaper- another thing unfamiliar to the assassin -was torn from the walls. It was also completely silent inside until he took his first few steps, for he discovered that he was conveniently stepping on broken glass.

The spacious main lobby had dozens of wooden tables and chairs decorated with old cloths that now obviously served no purpose other than to collect dust. The floor boards were broken and a few were sticking up out of their place, which reminded Altair to not step on them, for they would most definitely creak very loudly.

A counter that was previous used by workers laid almost completely barren save for an aged, yellow, water-stained piece of paper. Altair made his way towards it and tried to read it, but it was too dark. He grabbed the flashlight and turned it on.

The paper read: Mary, it's hidden in 207. Raven's feathers are in there.

"Room 207," Altair said. "I think I need to go there." Altair looked up and quickly turned off the flashlight when he saw something move at the bottom of the stairs. He froze and heard the sound of cracking- possibly breaking -bones and a figure came slowly staggering towards him. Her legs were stiff and she convulsed as she neared him, and in her hands was a piece of wood with nails embedded on the end, almost as if it were a makeshift mace.

Altair grabbed a knife as the thing with a smashed-in face stiffly came closer. Somehow she made a ghastly screech at him and she rose the piece of wood. Before she struck him with it, Altair ducked and rammed himself into her legs to knock her on the ground. He took the knife and slit her throat just as her bloody hand shot up and gripped his arm with tremendous force.

Altair pried her hand off and clutched his arm. For something that didn't appear all that strong, her hand could have easily broken a child's arm. He'd be bruised, but it'd be fine.

So he needed to go to room 207, wherever that was, and collect raven feathers. He wondered why anything would want raven feathers, but he shook the idea from his mind and headed to the stairs. As he ascended them, the rotted wood creaked violently and quite literally sank with his weight applied on them. It was nerve-wracking; it seemed as if the entire building would just collapse all at once.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a loud crashing noise behind and he jumped, only to see that the stairway was now blocked with by wrought iron bars. He breathed in deeply for a moment and figured to himself that he was being watched by something, and he was most likely also trapped.

Altair turned around and grabbed onto his knife. Oh, how he wished he had his trustworthy hidden blade.

After crawling over a pile of debris to continue forward through the hallway, he turned his attention to the numbers on the doors. Room 106 seemed quite a ways away from 207.

Altair slowly his made his way past the rooms and saw nothing of interest. The entire floor seemed marked with only the hundreds, and after attempting to open up a few of the doors, the whole level also appeared to be locked. Altair sighed and decided to look for a stairwell onto the next floor, but a hole in the wall caught his eye.

It looked as if something small had rammed through it and made an opening large enough for him to fit through. After double-checking for any monsters, he got down on the ground and crawled through the hole that lead into the bathroom.

First of all, he honestly didn't want to know what was on the floor. Some sort of splattered, black gunk was mixed with other unknown liquids. Not only that, but the sink and abused toilet had a scent so horrific to them that Altair was given the urge to puke. Who could have possibly left anything in such a disgusting condition?

Upon looking away from the sink and toilet, something was written on the tiled wall above the bathtub. It was painted in red and said in large, bold letters, DOUBLE DARE YOU, DOUBLE DARE YOU. An arrow was pointing to the tub.

Altair looked into the seriously unclean item and saw nothing but the same black and red gook that covered most of it. Then he thought of the drain. Oh Allah, did he really have to reach in there?

Altair, despite being completely disgusted, closed his eyes and looked away as he reached into the drain to pull out anything inside. He gripped onto something solid and yanked it out. He pulled off the black hair that was messily knotted onto it and found himself retching onto the floor. He's fine with blood and gore, but something as gross as this? For some outlandish reason, it really did made his stomach flip.

He got a ring of keys and instinctively knew it to be important, so he placed it into a pocket and opened up the door that lead into the bedroom. For once, it wasn't locked, but he had to use his flashlight to see. He turned it on and explored the room a bit.

The mattress was covered in black mold and the bureau had years of neglect. The carpet was infested with colonies of bacterial organisms and the windows were so dirty that Altair couldn't see what was on the other side. The drawers held nothing inside and the damp walls were a haven for unknown molds and whatnot. Before he was going to be sick again, Altair promptly left and turned off the flashlight. When he stood up after crawling out of the opening, he saw another of the woman-monsters frozen right in front of him. His heart made a leap into his throat and he held his breath.

Oh god, she was right there. Altair slowly made his way around her and rose his knife. He grabbed onto her head and slit her throat just like the previous one and stabbed her in the back a few times to ensure that she was actually dead. He hated these things now.

He reached the end of the hallway and had two choices; either go left or right, and right had the stairs so he swiftly went that path. After squeezing through a collapsed doorway, he carefully made his way upwards and had to jump over a few gaps.

The second floor looked identical to the first and made getting around quite easier. Past the rooms he went, scanning their numbers. 203, 204, 205, 206, and at last, 207. He turned the knob but it was locked, so instead he fumbled around for the keys and tried them all until he got the correct one. The door creaked open and he scanned over the room again. He appeared to have been alone and he advanced forward towards the bed, where there was a pile of something black.

They were definitely long, sleek, jet-black raven feathers, but what raven had feathers that were two feet long? Altair picked one up and examined it, running his hand over the vanes of the feather. He gave them a quizzical expression but took the three anyway, sliding them underneath his tightly-fitted harness where they would stay put, no matter how much he moved.

He spotted a piece of paper on the bed and grabbed it, squinting his eyes to read it in the low level of light. It said, Behind you!

"Behind…me?" Altair said at the exact moment he felt the presence of something in the room. Though he was afraid, he turned around and saw a monster unlike the other types he had encountered.

He saw the image of a tall woman who had a dark cloth wrapped around her chest with a dirty, bloody skirt wrapped around her waist. Her shoulders that were attached to muscular arms had neatly-folded black wings and her head was completely concealed with by a piece of cloth tightly tied around it. She was also gagged with by a chain and had black hair spilling out from behind her head. She apparently had a few cuts on her but instead of blood that dripped out, it was embers that floated off into the air and died. A soft crimson light was emitted from her that illuminated the room.

Altair was stuck in his place again but realized that the raven-winged…thing…was behind bars that wouldn't permit her to pass through, so she was confined to the adjacent room. The only thing she could do was watch him.

The assassin stood there for a few minutes and waited for her to slice him, to yank him apart, to break through the bars, to do whatever it was she wanted to do, but instead the skinny, seven-foot tall being just remained where she was and faced his direction.

Altair bolted for the door and made a run for it, sprinting away from room 207 as fast as his feet would allow him to go. He didn't want to stick around for anything else inside of this building and ran down to the second level to see if the bars leading to the lobby were open finally. He almost panicked when he saw that they were still down, but he went to them anyways and tried to slip through the bars. It was no use, especially when he heard heavy footsteps behind himself.

Altair whipped around and gripped the bars behind himself tightly in anticipation of an attack of some sort. Instead of there being Raven, it was another monster, this one much more animal-like. Its attention had been caught by him and now Altair was completely trapped.

It resembled a human-sized dragon with black scales and wide hips that walked on all fours with a leather skirt covering the hind legs. The small front arms were fused together in a lump of black flesh and the undistinguishable head had some sort of pointed, metal helmet covering it. The wingless shoulders had tattered cloth wrapped around them and the tail of the beast had a nasty looking spade on the end. The gruesome, animalistic scream it made towards him made Altair want to sprint the hell away but there was nowhere to go, and the only weapon he had that he could possibly use to fight a fearsome creature like this would be the axe, but he wasn't even all that good at swinging a weapon that he's never had to use much before.

As it stalked towards him with its bloody claws clanking against the floor, Altair closed his eyes and prayed over and over again, "Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up."

The draconic creature suddenly turned around and reared up when Raven arrived with a heavy-looking chain that had a spikey axe-head tied to the end of it. Raven advanced on the dragon and rose her 'whip,' then cracked it down on the dragon. It ripped off the scales of the monster and it tried to flee in a panic, but it realized that it too was trapped while Raven was pummeling it to death with her weapon.

Altair backed away as the dragon got onto the ground and flipped onto her back to submit herself to Raven, but the executioner-looking woman grabbed her by the cloth covering her chest and lifted her in the air. She slammed her into the wall and grabbed onto the helmet, prying it open with her hands. The dragon's horrendous screaming ceased when Raven broke the helmet into two pieces and the dragon with no flesh on her face started to convulse on the ground. Raven grabbed onto the conjoined arms of the dragon and gripped the feet.

Altair covered his ears and looked away as he recalled what one of the letters had said about the one with crow's wings ripping its victims apart.

Sure enough, there was the sound of snapping bone and ripping flesh and Raven held one half in her left hand the other in her right hand.

Just as Raven turned to Altair, the assassin felt his eyes roll upwards and he passed out.

Just because you faint does not mean you're a wimp :P

I don't know how to better describe the monsters D: Use your imagination! Imagination's good :D

So what do you think; is Raven good or bad?