Alright everyone we have arrived at part 2, no doubt this is the part you wanted *shakes head at owns stupidity*. Well anyway let's get on with this because I have work in the morning and this week is going to be insane…

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Part 2: Memories

Chapter 6:

With practiced, silent footfalls, Malik followed Altair. His attention and senses split between his surroundings beneath the catacombs of Solomon's Temple and that of his younger brother, Kadar, who followed behind both men closely.

Suddenly Altair stopped and held up his left hand, with out using words to command the two brothers to halt and to remain silent.

Malik took the moment to look back at his brother; he noticed that his eyes were wide with anticipation, excited at what was to be coming next. He could tell right away that Kadar's senses were not focused on his present surroundings, a trait that Malik had chastised Kadar for time and time again.

"You need to focus on the present moment, Kadar" Malik had always advised his little brother, "If you spend too much time anticipating the future you will miss what is right in front of you."

"Yes, brother, I know" is what Kadar would always say back to him, a tiny smile on his lips, the sign that he was secretly laughing at him for his worry.

Sometimes Malik would reply with "Then put your words into practice, Kadar" and sometimes he would lightly smack the back of Kadar's head for his childish behavior, then it would be his turn to inwardly laugh at his brother.

The soft murmurings of a Christian prayer snapped Malik out of his brotherly distraction.

Silently, Malik edged closer and saw an old man kneeled to the ground and head bent low in piety. Clearly he was no great threat, but he had to be dealt with a temporary solution in order for their presence to remain undetected.

The soft snick of Altair's hidden blade told Malik that the elder Assassin had already decided the fate of the old man.

"Wait!" Malik hissed grabbing Altair's blade arm, "There must be another way. This one need not die."

Altair disregarded his words and roughly shrugged off Malik's grasp before plunging his blade into the neck of the old man. Silencing him for good.

Horrified, Malik watched as Altair took the life of an innocent. He grounded his teeth, furious that a Master Assassin had just tossed aside one of the tenants of their Creed: "Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent."

"An excellent kill!" Malik heard Kadar gush, "fortune favors your blade."

"Not fortune, skill." Malik could hear the arrogance drip from Altair's voice, "Watch awhile and you might learn something."

"Indeed," Malik spoke looking down at the old man, silently apologizing for his early death and for his comrades cold careless manner before turning his eyes to Altair. Giving the man an accusatory stare. "He'll teach you to disregard everything that Master has taught us."

Altair narrowed his eyes at Malik, "How would you have done it then?" he challenged.

"I would not have drawn attention to ourselves." Malik's answer was honest even if he was unsure of how he would have handled the old man. "I would not have taken the life of an innocent." he fixed Altair with a heated gaze that told of his resentment towards his superior.

"It matters not how we complete our task." Said Altair, "Only that it is done."

"But this is not the way-"

"My way is better." Altair declared.

The two men stared daggers at each other, the anger within both of them radiated off of them making the emotion visible for all to see.

From the corner of his eye Malik could see the look of panic and worry edged on Kadar's face, no doubt he was worried about the conflict between him and Altair growing into something worse.

"I'll scout ahead." Malik said in order to put an end to their squabble. "Try not to dishonor us any further."

Malik indulged himself in the smallest of smirks as he saw the look of shock and disbelief flash before Altair's golden eyes for his insolent remark.

The man may have been a Master Assassin and Malik's superior, but that did not mean he gave the man his respect for his title alone. The words he spoke and the actions he chose showed what kind of man Altair was.

An arrogant man.

A man whom Malik had no respect for.

Malik sprinted ahead of the two; he could hear his brother asking Altair what their mission was, but he could not hear Altair's response. Meaning that Altair did not say or he kept his voice quieter than Kadar's. Malik knew his brother was young, but if he did not master the art of stealth and discretion he was going to find his blood spilled on a mission one day.

Realizing his mind was becoming distracted by thoughts of Kadar's minor faults, he quickly turned his mind back to the focus of the mission at hand. He would have to speak to Kadar about his subpar assassination skills later.

The subtle sound of boots treading across the sandy ground caused Malik to stop in his tracks and listen carefully. He took a defensive stance, and he felt his heart beat increase from the nervousness he felt as he braced himself for who was to come.

His stance relaxed when he saw that it was only Kadar running to catch up with him.

At least he is trying to be discreet now. Malik thought as he waited for his brother to join him.

The two brothers' waited momentarily for Altair to catch up with them. When Altair did catch up with them he sprinted past them as though they were not there, but not before giving Malik a quick and discreet shove that could have easily been seen as an accident.

But Malik knew better.

Altair shoved him on purpose to remind Malik of his rank and place with him.

The low guttural growl that emitted from Malik's throat caused concern from his brother.

"Calm yourself, brother." Kadar pleaded. "Now is not the time to quarrel amongst ourselves."

Kadar raised an excellent point, but his anger towards the man who believed himself above everyone, including his brothers' within the Order, caused a furry to stir around within Malik that he could not seem to calm.

"His arrogance is going to cost lives one day." Malik growled.

"Malik?"

Malik took a deep calming breath, settling the furry within him as best as he could. For Kadar's sake.

"It is like you said, Kadar," Malik spoke calmly now, "now is not the time for us to quarrel amongst ourselves."

Kadar looked at his brother with a mixture of confusion and worry.

"We will discuss things later when we return to Masyaf, but for now Master has given us an order and we need to carry it out."

Without another word Malik turned from his brother and climbed up the ladder that led to the inner most part of the temple. As he reached the top he heard the muffled cries of someone who had most likely met their end by Altair's blade. Malik's assumption had been correct; he peeked his head up and found the deceased body of a Templar guard lying motionless at Altair's feet.

When Malik reached the top he motioned To Kadar to climb up and join them. Once Kadar reached the top the three men walked stealthily into the upper chamber of Solomon's Temple.

Unprepared for what awaited for them inside.

And so ends another chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed it and I hope to see you in chapter 7! Take care and goodnight!