Sorry for any mistakes that I've made in the previous chapter. I know it was kind of boring. Here is the second chapter. Hope you like it.
P.S.-No flaming, I'd rather not have an inferno on my hands.
The Masyaf Metalheads: Part 2
10:00 A.M.
No words could describe Malik's face the moment he saw Altair taking a bath at the garden. It was as though he had seen Goatse in the flesh. Altair was filthy; with his lower face growing a beard, his hair all dusty and his face looking like he had been to Helghan and got stranded there for six years. And the tub? The tub was so huge Abu Nuquod could have fit in there perfectly. And he was singing a strange tune in a language that Malik immediately identified as German, a strange form of German. "Altair?" Malik asked, hoping to elicit some sort of response from the Grand Master. "Altair?" he asked again, but Altair didn't answer, all Malik got was a couple of "Mein Lands" and humming. The Assassin just kept on flailing his arms about as if he were conducting an orchestra, as well as headbanging here and there. By now Malik was exasperated, he looked around, and saw others watching Altair. 'Damn it, Altair. You'd better thank Allah that Abbas isn't here.' Malik thought; then he noticed that Altair was clutching the Apple all along. "For the love of…." He groaned, stomping on Altair's right hand afterwards. "Malik," Altair yelled "What the hell?" "I've been trying to get your attention, Altair. But all you were doing is singing whatever-the-hell you're singing." "Mein Land?" Altair interrupted "Whatever. I have these documents for you; it's about one of our novices' intelligence-gathering on that arms dealer back in Jerusalem. Here it is." Malik then handed one of his scrolls to him.
"A recipe for pomegranate cake?" asked Altair "You're baking now?" "Oh, crap..."Malik took the scroll and gave him the other one. "It's uh…I-It's a hobby!" he sputtered "No need for you to meddle in it!" "Hmph…Baker." Altair muttered. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence later, Malik said "Maria told me to keep an eye on you." "Really?" Altair replied, still focused on the scroll "What did she tell you?" "She told me to keep an eye on you; prevent you from getting distracted." Malik walked towards the Apple, which rolled a couple of yards away from the two when the cripple stomped on Altair's hand. Picking it up, Malik continued "I'll be putting this back on your desk; you study that parchment for a while, see what we can do about the target." Looking as if he were told he had AIDS, Altair cautiously said "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Why," Malik replied, grinning "afraid I might make 50 copies of myse-"All of a sudden, Altair sprang up and tackled Malik to the ground. "HOSHIIT!" he yelled "Altair whadda fuck?" "Malik, there are things in this relic that you may not comprehend!" "Like you wrestling me in the nude?" Malik retorted "Jesus, Altair. If you were going to wrestle with me, at least get some clothes on!" "Wha? Why you little-"
5 minutes later, the fight was over. Malik shoved Altair back into the tub, and ordered the surrounding guards not to let him pass unless he was done bathing. 'By the heavens is this desk a mess.' thought the One-Armed Rafiq as he sat down on Altair's chair. Closely studying the Grand Master's desk, Malik found something of particular interest to him 'Lyric sheets? Altair is a part-time minstrel now?' His mind tried to conjure up the image of Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, legendary Assassin, playing a musical instrument 'No, it can't be…he's too stoic to entertain a dog' But his curiosity got the best of him. Soon, he was rifling through the stacks of parchments, scrolls, and the insides of book that large enough to be called doorstoppers. "The Memory Remains, Welcome to the Jungle, Hell's Bells, and what the fuck is Bohemian Rhapsody?" he said to himself. There were a total of 45 pieces of paper containing the lyrics, chords, and dates of 90 different 20th and 21st Century metal songs scattered all over the desk. After finding them all, Malik turned his attention to the Apple.
He took the silver ball in his hand and held it close to his eyes "So…" he started "this is what you've been showing Altair. Fine, show me what all of this is." Slowly, the Apple glowed brighter and brighter until…BOOM!
The Apple showed him the answers alright…
So there it is, The Second Chapter. I didn't know if you got the Rammstein and Ask Altair references in the first and second paragraph, but still. If you like it, please leave your reviews. If you didn't, criticize it while keeping curses at an absolute minimum, and do so with respect. Paalam! (Goodbye!)