Hey errbody! Here's the next chapter...So I had this written a while ago but the format and writing style annoyed me so I erased it completely and started again. Thanks again to Aena Firestar for helping me with my bumps and my resent brain-farts.(I blame my mother Karen for the usage of the term 'brain-farts') So I wrote it again and this time it flows.

On a last note, the stories exchanged by Eva and Alty really happened. I would like to apologise to Jared, it was funny dude, move back to SA. And to Cody/ Giggle tittles. With Cody we used colgate toothpaste that burnt his skin into a red tinge, his nipples smiled the entire week, but I don't think it would've made sense without it being dye. You'll find out what I am rambling about.

Read to Relieve, Review to please.

Nothing is True Everything is Permitted

Chpt3

"Woah, so you are from the 1100's? Weird," Sasha poured a glass of champagne for herself and Altair whilst Evangeline scooped glass from the floor. The three eventually settled in the living room and talked about what to do.

"So Kris doesn't know yet?" Sasha asked slightly offended that her boyfriend hadn't been trusted with the new knowledge.

"I don't know how to tell him, it's hard to tell him anything really. He rejects reality and substitutes his own, he either does something stupid and rash, or well, he doesn't even participate," Evangeline gave a shrug of her shoulders. "Honestly, I don't know what you see in him," She took a gulp of her drink.

"Well, Altair's a brick wall," Sasha attempted at retorting.

"Am not!" he defended.

"He isn't a brick wall, he's an emotionally dethatched shell of a human being," Evangeline said.

"What do you say when I am not in the room?" The girls laughed at his offence.

Somewhere in the house a door opened and slammed.
"Honeys, I'm home!" Rich called.

"We're in the lounge!" Sasha yelled beneath her laughter. Rich waltzed into the room soon after. He wrapped his hands around Sasha's neck in a playful attempt to strangle her. Evangeline could see Altair's muscles tense through the black V-neck. She caught his attention and smiled at him reassuringly.

"Hey sis," He held up one hand as a stagnant wave, his signature move. "And this must be our Arab guest, freaky." He stated.

Altair stood up to greet him, he was about 10inches taller than Rich. Altair put a fist on his heart and bowed slightly.

"Safety and Peace,"

"Ts tight my brother," Rich proceeded by attempting a handshake ending with a fist pound. Altair turned to Eva for answers, however Evangeline was silently laughing with Sasha. "So I called Kris and told him about Altair. Needless to say he went all douche bag on me and gave me a lecture." Evangeline took his pause to pull a tongue at Sasha who crossed her arms in mock frustration. "But when I said he was Altair, and told him how he came here, he said 'This is perfect Vidic, I have a location,' and hung up on me," They all sat in a brief silence before Richard spoke again. "When is he coming home anyway?" He directed the question to Sasha who shrugged her shoulders. "Him and that shady job of his, I would kill to be a fly on the wall in his office. Sash, has he ever told you about what he does?"

"Nope, I asked once though, it did not end well." She sat her empty Champagne glass on the table. Altair did the same. Evangeline, however, had abducted the bottle and poured a second glass. She got glances from all but Altair who chuckled under his breath.

"What I'm an Alcholic," she joked.

The four shared opinions about Kris' lack of show and tell in the little household, which mostly ended in jokes and laughing about him. Rich soon retired to sleep and Sasha followed admitting she needed to 'get some sexy on for Krissy's prissy.' Which earned her exchanged laughter from both Altair and Evangeline and the distant, 'what the..' from Rich and his eavesdropping. But an hour had passed and the house had fell silent.

The remaining two talked about Altair's life and his experiences. They also began joking about Al Mualim. To Evangeline's surprise, Altair had a great sense of humour.

"So Malik, Kalin and I were being punished, we were told to muck out the stables. Which we did, but," he paused and smiled mischievously. "We gathered the muck and put it in this large basket. The plan was to dump it on Kadar, Malik's younger brother. We waited above the stairwell. We heard Kadar's voice, we never anticipated that Al Mualim was walking infront of Kadar. We dumped horse pie on the master!" They both broke into gut stitching laughter, they both mocked and giggled at the old man. Imagining the face of Al Mualim covered in horse dung was priceless. Though Altair was punished for the prank, he said it was worth doing and he would do it a thousand times over.

"When I was still in school, we went on a camp. Camp Hobbiton, it got the name from some crack-head who wrote stories of the Hobbits and Forrest Elves that he saw and studied in the hills. Idiot," She bemused, "So we were supposed to be asleep but we crept into the boys dormitory and found a shirtless target named Cody, I think, we used clothing dye to paint rainbows and unicorns on him," She began to laugh, "We turned his nipples into smiley faces!" They cracked into laughter once more. "Everyone called him Giggle Tittles for the rest of the camp!" They continued to laugh, before getting a loud call from Rich's room.

"Will you love birds SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"Come here and say it to mah face," Evangeline put on a mean Mafia accent, she turned her gaze back to Altair. "Help me with the glasses, will ya?" She grabbed the plates from the table while Altair took the crystal glasses and the empty pizza box. They strode into the kitchen, Evangeline put the plates in the sink and made her way back to Altair.

"Ow! Sonovabitch!" She said under her breath as she stumbled forward. Altair caught her before she hit the floor. She fell face first and ended up wrapping one arm around his shoulders, the other hand coiled around his bicep. She used Altair to steady herself. She lifted her left foot to reveal a two inch long piece of crystal glass shining, out the wound it had created. "Ow, ow, ow, fuckidy ow!" She quoted from Juno. Altair grabbed her hand to prevent her from touching the sparkling splinter.

"Okay, hands on my neck. Look at me not the wound." She did as told and locked eyes with Altair. His eyes appeared dark and lifeless on the game, but now, his eyes were a perfect green with grey and brown flecks that seemed to dance around his pupil. The light reflected on his iris making them appear brighter. Their faces were so close she could feel his breath on her lips. "I'm going to lift you up and put you on the counter," she tightened her grip as his hands slid down to her waist. His biceps tensed as he effortlessly lifted her to sit on the counter. He examined the wound. The glass was embedded in the bridge of her delicate foot.

"Pull it out, just take it and..ow ow owi! Leave it alone!" She whispered trying not to wake the rest of the household.

"I didn't even touch it yet," He said gently. He had never had an injury on his feet but he knew the bridge was a sensitive area. He also knew that feet are connected to every other nerve in the body. Assassins who couldn't master stealth were whipped on their bare feet. Altair was a born master at it and, therefore, was never punished in such a way. "Okay, don't worry. I will get it out, now tell me about that horse of yours,"

"Well she's the cutest thing ever and I broke her in, fed her even gave her a name, I called her Assassino 'cos she," She was cut off as Altair pulled the glass from her foot. Quickly standing up to allow her to scream into his chest. He could faintly hear her swearing in a foreign language. "Figlio di putana, cazzo, merda, oooooowwww!" She screamed. She lifted her head from his chest to glare up at him, she had gripped his shirt to form balls of material in her hands. As a result his shirt had risen to uncover his abs. Her gaze followed further down to realise he was standing close to the counter, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Neither of them seemed to care, as silver tears rolled off her cheeks from the pain. Altair wanted to stab the glass, that he still held into himself for causing her such pain.

"Shhh." He stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. "Let's clean it up and put a bandage on it before you get an infection, alright?" He asked looking into her dark blue eyes. She nodded sombrely. A clean cloth and a few bandages later and the wound had been taken care of. She thanked him and he carried her back into the lounge, and sat her onto the longest sofa. He handled her with care, as if she was thin glass. He changed to merrier subjects and avoided her attention to the pain, soon after the motion sensing light outside turned on as a white van sped into the drive-way. Kris got out of the driver's seat, then moved toward the back of the van. He opened the rear of the car and 4 other men got out wearing Blue and Black Uniforms holding gleaming white night sticks. The Uniforms were familiar alright, but then, Dr. Vidic stepped out.

"God help us," she muttered.

"What is it?" Altair looked at the van.

"Templars."

Oooh, cliff hanger! Comment in the review and I might post the next chapter tomorrow... if i get more than five reviews...mwahahahaha*cough* ow, maniacal laughter really hurts..

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