She followed La Volpe outside, and climbed up to the roof. The moon a white disk in the sky, casting a silvery glow down and bathing the city in the low light. On top of that, it was autumn, bringing a brisk chill to the air on the cooler of nights that made goosebumps rise and hairs stand on end.
"So where is this 'breast' you and Machiavelli saw?" Ezio answered.
La Volpe took a breath, letting it billow in a small cloud, before leading Ezio away from the workshop. Soon they came to one point where La Volpe just stopped in his tracks.
"What is it?" She asked.
La Volpe grabbed her forearm and pulled her off to the right and over the roof edge, where they gripped the edge. "Guard." Of course, there stood a Borgia Guard, stepping towards where they veered off and were hiding. But it was before either of them could have expected that the guard screamed and there was a howl let loose that ripped through the night calm!
Ezio peaked up over the edge, now able to see a huge dark thing, kneeled over the now dead guard as it was feeding on the corpes! An arrow lodged in it's shoulder, proving that the crossbow men had tried to defend himself. Now she'd have to thank Volpe for getting her out of the way, cause it could have been her.
But she noticed something strange. There was torn clothes covering the hair bound thing. Like they had once fit it. And the dead give away? When she was an all too familiar white metal sword strapped to the beast's side!
"T-that's Bartolomeo!" Ezio whispered with wide eyes.
The thief poked his head up and stared at the beast a long moment before responding quietly, "So the Apple did have some effect on him. But one thing, how do we get him back to the workshop?"
Ezio smirked, "I think I've got an idea. Keep an eye on him while I get something." Then she climbed back down and returned to the workshop.
"Did you see it?" Machiavelli asked as he inspected his wing.
Ezio nodded, "Yes, and I think it might be Bartolomeo. Leonardo, do you happen to have a big net I could use?"
The philosopher stood up and stared wide eyed in shock. "THAT- THAT THING WAS BARTOLOMEO?"
She only nodded as Leonardo handed her a net. Then she turned and left to get back to La Volpe, but Machiavelli caught up and told her, "I'm helping!"
"See if you might be able to fly over him and drop the net on his back if you can." Ezio told him.
Machiavelli's look of bravery and being a big hero faded. "I don't know how to fly."
Ezio sighed, "Then you'll have to help me and Volpe in attack range."
La Volpe kept to his spot, not wanting to risk the same fate as that guard. When he saw Ezio and Machiavelli coming from behind the beast and crouch near him, he saw the rope net in Ezio's hand. He asked in a little more than a whisper, "You plan on catching him?"
"And do you have any better ideas?" Ezio questioned.
"You're right." La Volpe sighed. Then climbed up onto the roof so he could crouch beside them. "Let's try and do this."
Ezio handed him and Machiavelli a corner of the net, one useless with no one to hold onto it. Then Ezio lead them towards Bartolomeo shealthfully. She gave them a nod, and at once, they all lundged and let the net come over the mercenary beast. Each held down their corners, Ezio sprawled to hold the last with her foot.
"We got him!" Machiavelli boosted.
Bartolomeo thrashed, his new found strength enough to throw all three off as he tore at the twine net and threw it at Ezio! Growling as his eyes, which had turned into shining amber orbs in the dark, locked onto Machiavelli! He then started towards him, his stature more hunched as he neared the fear sticken writer. Then in one swift move, Bartolomeo swung, knocking Machiavelli in the side, disbalancing him and sending him spinning over the edge of the five story building!
La Volpe looked over the edge as he shouted, "FLAP YOU BIRD BRAIN! FLAP!" Then he was knocked to the edge, Bartolomeo crouching over him, staring hungrily at him!
Then the beast turned man stood as he grasped at a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his neck! As he swung, Ezio was reveiling as she held on for dear life!
La Volpe looked back over the edge to see no body. No blood splatter. And no crushed Machiavelli down on the ground. But that didn't answer where he was. "Machiavelli?" He called. Only to get no answer. If he wasn't dead on the ground, did that mean he managed to fly? But he was far too heavy! There was no way his wings would be able to carry him! He had to be dead!
Behind him, Bartolomeo threw Ezio off, and she landed with a dreadful thump. Then he came at her! Ezio held him back with her hands clamping his muzzle shut and feet planted on his neck. She glared at him as La Volpe rushed for the net.
"Get a hold of yourself!" She hissed. "We're your friends!"
Ezio found ehrself keeping Bartolomeo's mouth shut as she tried to will him to listen. Then he ripped her hands off of him, glaring at her as she tried to remind him that he wasn't like this!
"Listen! You're not a beast! And I'm not dinner!" Ezio told him strongly. "I'm your friend! And you're not like this!" Although he was pretty agressive and blood thirsty in battle. "I just want to help you! Like when I helped get your wife back!" Okay now she'd just have to add to it. "Remember? What about Pantasilea?"
For a moment, she was sure she'd be killed right there, but it surprised her when she saw the pair of amber eyes soften. Then Bartolomeo turned and started running away, jumping over the gaps between roofs with little grace. But then a net fell on him! Ezio looked up to see Machiavelli flying a good few feet above the roof as he smiled at his accurate shot. Then he landed, La Volpe rushing to join him. Ezio got up and came to them, Bartolomeo still thrashing about in the net.
Ezio looked to Machiavelli brightly, "I can't believe it! You actually flew!"
La Volpe looked visibly relieved. "Now we just need to get Bartolomeo back to the workshop."
The mercenary captain continued to struggle, but Ezio coruched down beside him. "I'm sorry to do this." Then picked his head up a little before doing a headbutt! Bartolmeo yelped while Ezio grimanced while she held her forehead. But it worked, Bartolomeo quit squirming.
"Let's get him back." Ezio told the two with a headache.
Longest chapter of this fanfic. So yeah, Bartolomeo turned into some beast, which I'm having fun writing about. Call me sadistic, but I enjoy writing about pain for some reason. Lol. And Machiavelli can fly! *is triyng to calculate how much redbull it'll take me to fly*
Machiavelli: It's not MY fault you like to make us go through all this BS!
Ezio: Funny. Now I'd like to be a man again, thank you very much.
Me: No, you will be a man again LATER. Maybe.
Bartolomeo: !_! WHHHHHY MUST I BE A WEREWOLF?
Me: Because I said so!
Volpe: Why are you typing this, Jadeah?
Me: *throws my pc out the window* Um, no I'm not. :)
Volpe: Then what was with the-?
Me: Oh look we're out of time! *pushes everyone out of my study* Be here for the next chapter! Bye!