Sorry for the really long hiatus. Here's the third chapter, sorry for the reduced amount of comedy on this one. Hope you like it.
The Masyaf Metalheads: Part 3
10:45 A.M.
The Apple glowed as bright as a flashbang, causing Malik to drop the silver ball and shield his eyes. "What on Earth is this?" he asked himself. Slowly, the Apple's glow subsided, revealing a number of floating squares labeled "folders". Malik got up and looked around him 'Amazing…' he thought 'So this is what Altair has been hiding from the order…' Just then, a so-called "folder" with Malik's name on it caught the crippled Assassin's eye. "Hmph, how thoughtful of Altair, he gives me my own square in case I managed to snoop around his private correspondence." He touched the square, and sure enough, it enlarged. Then it played a recording of Altair, which was so lifelike all Malik could do was stare at it mouth agape, wondering what magic this "video" uses to project such images in a fluid motion. Soon, the recording started "My brothers," the video-Altair said "if you are viewing this, it is pretty obvious that you somehow took possession of the Apple and decided to view its contents. This artifact has taught me many things; of life and death, of the past and the future. However I fear that what you find here may lead you to madness. As a precautionary measure, I have attached another message that will play following this one, which contains a warning to ALL who would, out of curiosity, decide to see what I have already seen. Goodbye." Then, before Malik could close the box…
"U Can't Touch This!" Malik jumped back in surprise. Readying his sword, he looked back at the source of the music. "U Can't Touch This!" Malik saw what appeared to be a funnily-dressed Afro-American man dancing wildly in a style that the Assassin likened to a child in a candy shop, singing in a weird dialect of English "Look at my eyes! Bleh! You Can't Touch This!" Feeling like he was being insulted, Malik sheathed his sword and touched the "back" button, exclaiming "Bah! I don't need to see this!" Soon, he was back to the "main menu" of sorts. Eventually, he was browsing through Altair's music files 'Hmm…' Malik curiously thought '"Metallica", "Bon Jovi", "Guns n' Roses", "The Rolling Stones", what weird names…' And then Malik saw a folder marked "Sidilarsen". He opened the folder and picked out one song out of the 10 Altair had bookmarked.
As Sidilarsen's "Retourner la France" started playing, Malik found himself overwhelmed by the euphoric melody of electric guitars…
Meanwhile, Altair had just finished bathing in his crater of a bathtub. When the servants brought him a new set of robes, he hurriedly put them on and walked back to his office, with anger gleaming from his eyes. By now he was ascending the stairs to his desk, but Malik… he was headbanging like crazy. Altair saw a scholar watching the cripple, who upon noticing the Grand Master, asked "Master, is he possessed? Should I call a healer? Or an exorcist?" "No," Altair replied "What you're seeing is an effect of the relic; he's not possessed; he's delusional, seeing things; as a matter of fact all this you're seeing is a dream." Confused, the scholar said again "A dream?" "Yes, a dream." The scholar then rubbed his head with his hand "Come to think of it, I am getting sleepy…" His feet wobbled a bit, before collapsing where he stood.
Free from witnesses, Altair moved up to his desk where Malik had been rocking out for 10 minutes. "Malik?" No answer, Malik was still headbanging "Malik! In the name of…" Altair took the book that his son had been squished under earlier and gave Malik good whack to the face. "Malik what the hell were you doing with this artifact?" Altair angrily asked "I was just-" "You were just what? You'd better be lucky that that gullible scholar Hassan was your only witness. What if it had been Abbas?" "Hassan was watching?" "Yes, you novice!" Altair yelled. Malik is knee deep in crap now. "I'm sorry, Altair." The Master was surprised; Malik hadn't said that to him since they were both novices! The look on Malik's face at that point was akin to a child who was caught stealing a basket of fruits. "Look, Malik." "It's ok, Altair, you need not apologize for going too far. I deserved it." He then proceeded to leave the Grand Master's office. But before Malik could leave the keep, Altair caught up with him. "What is it, Altair?" Malik asked.
"You know," Altair said with a sinister grin "there is something you could help me with. That something would count as your apology…"
Right, so there it was. The Third Chapter. By the way, I'm planning on a sequel set after the 5th chapter; "The Roman Rappers" with Leonardo and Ezio. And as for the last line, don't get any ideas. I ain't a yaoi shipper.
Maraming Salamat po!