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Altair's eyes fluttered opened and he took a few moments to collect himself. He lifted his head and saw that he was laying facedown on a cracked-tiled floor in a dining room, far away from room 207. He remembered his encounter with Raven and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling and figure out what just happened. The chandeliers hanging overhead reminded him of the ones in the dining hall back at Masyaf. He never thought that he would actually miss the place.

Altair stiffly sat upright and groaned. His body was sore and his arm was aching where the monster had gripped him tightly before he met Raven. He tenderly touched the wound and realized that it was worse than he previously thought.

He stood up and kicked a bit of rubble out of his way. He made his way to the nearest door and opened it. Much to his relief and surprise, it lead outside, out of the hotel, but then he realized that it was only a courtyard. He sighed to himself and observed the dead gardens. Rhododendrons and hydrangeas lay barren next to dead apple trees that had black bark cracking and peeling off, slowly decaying the vegetation. The stone pathway was uneven and lead to the center square where there was a creepy statue of an angel with open arms. Altair got curious in it and went closer for a better look.

The gray statue of the angel had black tearstains underneath the eyes that ran down the cheeks. The hands of her open arms were clenched in fists and her clothes appeared to have been blowing violently in a strong breeze.

Altair cocked his head at it and looked at a plaque embedded at the foot of the statue. It read, "To those who lost their way in their lives and now rest in the peaceful sanctuary of paradise. May they have eternal peace."

Altair was startled when a foreign, loud siren screamed through the air. He looked around and saw the floors and walls crack simultaneously while the ground shook and the colors of everything present peeled off and evaporated into the air. The cloudy sky turned black while the siren ended and strange, unusual noises started to appear.

Altair backed up to the statue and thought to himself, Damn, it's happening again! He tightly gripped his axe as light rain began to fall from the blackened sky. He felt something move behind him and a stony hand rested itself upon his shoulder. He looked behind himself and saw the statue as a living, moving creature.

Altair swung the axe at the statue and the axe head ricocheted off. The statue stepped forward and twitched each time it made a movement, and Altair was sent running for the inside of the hotel. He tried opening up the door but fleshy vines suddenly grew over it and prevented him from passing through. Allah, did he really have to fight a living statue?

The assassin turned around and rose the axe again. He tensed in anticipation of attack and looked for any weak points on his enemy.

As it got closer, it rose one long, slender arm and swiped it across where Altair was standing in an attempt to knock him over. The assassin dodged it and continued backing up. It did the same thing over and over again; a swipe, dodge, and swipe again. The repetitive movements probably meant that it couldn't do much else.

The statue rose the arm again and just as it attacked him again, Altair swung his axe and hit the oncoming appendage. Both rebounded off the other but the statue's arm cracked and a fleshy, crimson color shone through it. The tear-stained face of his opponent opened up a creepy mouth and screeched something so ear-piercing that Altair's hands instinctively covered his ears. Even in doing that, the scream penetrated through and before he even realized it, the arm of the statue had knocked him to the ground.

The air escaped his lungs in a loud whoosh and he took a moment to gather himself. After realizing what had just happened, he saw the statue put both fists together and raise them into the air. He rolled out of the way as they came crashing down onto the floor with enough force to get them caught onto the metal gratings. The statue jerked backwards in an attempt to free its hands but they were caught pretty well in the ground.

Altair rose the axe and sent it soaring down on the statue's wrists. It made a muffled noise and seemed to panic once Altair started to relentlessly strike the hands over and over again. After three tries, there was a small explosion of a crimson mist as the stone hands were severed from the body and the statue fell backwards.

It convulsed on the ground before getting onto its knees and slammed its damaged, handless arms onto the ground in a furious and agonized manner. It stood and gave a blank, emotionless stare at Altair before stumbling towards him. It reached out one arm that was slowly disintegrating as a strange liquid poured itself out from the wounds. The entire statue then crumbled to the ground in a pile of dust.

Altair stared at the pile with wide eyes and recognized just how fast his heart was beating. Was that thing going to come back, or was it really dead?

Altair decided to run back to the door with the vines and gripped them tightly. He began to rip them off of the door, but they quickly reappeared. Again and again, he pulled them off and cut them with the axe, but he couldn't get rid of them.

He cursed to himself and looked around the courtyard. Nothing else was here except for the dead plants and the pile of rubble now the ground, but the only door leading into the hotel was blocked by regenerating vines.

He jogged over to the plaque that was previously at the foot of the ruined statue and knelt down to it. There must have been something he needed to find, so he reached underneath the plaque and lifted it off the ground. He began to dig underneath where it was and was satisfied when he felt a small, wooden box.

He pried it open and found a key on the inside with a small imprint of a person apparently on fire. It gave him a creepy chill but he put it in his pocket and went back to the door. Maybe the key could stop the vines from growing back?

He paused at the door when he heard an unfamiliar noise. It was a simple ba-dum…screech…ba-dum…screech. It was gradually getting louder, and as far as he could see, he was alone now. Unless if something was approaching the door, in which case the vines would be either protecting or trapping him.

Altair took several steps away and got out of the path of the door. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if something broke through.

The strange noise stopped suddenly and Altair held his breath, readying his weapon. Nothing happened for a good five seconds until an axe head attached on a chain came sailing through the doors, splintering them into several pieces and sending shrapnel all the way to the other end of the courtyard.

Lo and behold, there stood Raven, and she was dragging a bloodily dismembered body by the ankle in her left hand. She looked at Altair as she passed him and made a wailing noise before disappearing into the blackness of the gardens.

What the hell was that about? Altair thought to himself, but was quick to realize that he could now enter the hotel again. He sprinted through the broken doorframe and didn't look back at the courtyard.

And that was horrific ending to the Hotel Part II XD gawd I am horrible at writing boss battles SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! D:

I feel like I'm going to cameo Raven a lot o_O and I can't tell just how tempted I am to bring in Pyramid Head, for those of you who know Silent Hill. He's a king of all monsters, in my opinion, AND I LOVE HIM! 3

lulz i know i'm weird, loving some character with a freaky helmet and a skirt/dress/robe (?) made of human skin XD

ARGH i gotta keep this on track of Assassin's Creed!