Thanks peoples, glad to hear at least a couple of you want me to continue. I'll keep going.
Machiavelli looked down from where he was standing, now slightly regreting his choice in seeing to his change further. This would probably be like jumping in front of a dozen panicked horses. Stupid. Very, very stupid.
With a heavy breath, he jumped, immediantly spreading out his wings and stroking them down to push him upwards. And once he felt slightly safer at the new found altitude, he sighed with releif at the fact that he wasn't about to plummet to the Earth and break every last bone in his body.
As he streaked through the early morning air, he glanced down at the rooftops not so very far below. The sight of dawn patrol let him know that he should probably return to the workshop. With a simple tilt, he swoped around and downwards, angling himself as he descended so he could hit the ground on his feet. He thankfully did, ending up stumbling a couple steps forward as he tucked his wings in close to his back again.
Before even thinking for walking back, he looked over his shoulder and tucked the wings back into his coat, one twitched as he worked to get them in a comfortable position under the heavy fabric. "This certainly will take some getting used to."
Now on his way back, he looked back up to the air, wishing he could try to fly like that later today, when the warm air would help him, but it would be too dangerous. As someone might see him.
Behind him, he could hear a couple voices, though he couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, he merely dismissed it as nothing. Maybe just civilians simply having a conversation. But he should have known better. They were following him.
Then a heavy slam!
He stumbled forward as he now saw that those two who he had heard were actually guards! Did he miss something? What the hell did he-? Then he started cursing to himself, they must have seen his wings! Damn it! Damn it! God freaking damn it!
"Looks like we've got ourselves a little goose." One chuckled.
Machiavelli didn't wait, he stood up and started to run, needing to get away! Then he brought out his wings, leaping upand stumbling as he couldn't get the lift he required to take off into the air! He'd have to find another way up. So he turned and kept running, jumping again before launching over one of the seven hills of Rome. It was more than enough, and now he was able to take to the air!
With a sudden burst of pain, he couldn't even comprehend what had happened as he started to drop! His luck, he landed in a hay bale and stumbled out, now running on foot as he reach for a crossbow bolt sticking out of his back. But it didn't take long for the guards to catch up to him.
"This should be of something that Cesare might want to see." The second guard noted with a smirk.
Though Machiavelli knew something they didn't, Cesare was with Leonardo, trying to have himself changed back to normal. But if he told them that, this could only worsen his situation. His best chance? Try to escape!
He got back up and took off again, wings stretched to their full extent as he thrusted them down hard enough to send him upwards, then he kept doing it, beginning to lift was still a chance that maybe he could get away! At least that's what he thought, until his ankle was grabbed and he was forced downwards, landing heavily on the ground! His leg stinging harshly.
What happened next only seemed to be the beginning to his troubles. With a brutal snap, a strangled cry escaped as one of his wings were unceremoniously broken! He had to get away and fast or else he'd find himself battered and dragged to the Vatican.
No matter how much he'd of loved to of taken off and leave them on the ground, he couldn't, he was now once again a victim to gravity. So he kicked away and scrambled up, now running to escape them. He turned and tripped down an alley way and then through a courtyard. He then hid behind a wall as he fought heavily for breath. His hand drasping at his chest, where he felt like it was being tightened and squeezed. Then swallowed hard with a quiet gasp.
As soon as he was sure the coast was clear, he started to limp back to the workshop. And when he made it to the door, he sighed and opened it, pulling himself inside as everyone inside looked up at him in his battered state.
Leonardo had his notebook out and was in the middle of scrawling out something as his hand was on the Apple. Probably he was studying it again.
Ezio and La Volpe were quietly talking on the couch. Once again, La Volpe was laying on his back and Ezio was sitting on his stomach. When he had walked in, Volpe had practically flipped over to see him.
Bartolomeo was sitting and staring at the two curiously.
And a brooding Captain General Borgia was seated in the corner. Nor did he even look up when Machiavelli had walked in.
"Niccolo. W-what happened?" Ezio seemed stunned, completely stunned as her gaze traveled across the limp and oddly bent wing and down to his leg. Which he had now realized was bleeding with a deep gash.
"It was the guards." Machiavelli answered in monotone, taking a point on the chair. Cesare had looked up from what he had said. "They saw my wings and assualted me."
Leonardo was over to him alright, cleaning the gash on his leg. "And did they say anything?"
"Only that they were going to bring me to a certain someone." Machiavelli made sure to glare at the Borgia who now was sinking lower on the floor, as if trying to be as small as possible.
"Cesare didn't change at all." Ezio stated, but her tone was a cool and even, sending chills up Machiavelli's spine. Last time he heard her speak like this, she ended up almost killing the person she was angry at. "We shouldn't have trusted him from the beginning. And now his guards had hurt you. We can't be this stupid to let him stay."
Yeah. I'm don't with this chapter. And Cesare's fate is to be desided.
Oh, and I'm also working on a long fanfic. I'm going to let you all know when I post the first chapter. But here's a little sneak peak!
It couldn't be happening like this! He refused to believe it! As he ran away from Templar agents, tears mixed with his blood and rolled down his cheeks. He had watched the only person he could ever care about be slaughtered! And he couldn't help him!
He turned and vanished into an alleyway, and listened as Templars lost him. As soon as he was sure the coast was clear, the last of his resolve broke and he buried his face in his hands as he sobbed out his friend's name. Why couldn't he save him? He wasn't fast enough. And he wasn't strong enough. He had failed. Failed the mission. Failed his teacher. And more importantly to him, failed his friend. And while he cried, his mind was back to the beginning...
The fanfic is centered around two of Ezio's recruits. Hope you guys read it when I post the first chapter!