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Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
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He was sitting on the edge of a roof, crouched and hands dangling between his legs as his target was about to leave the small tavern to his feet, the moon high in the sky and the air cold. His hidden blade came to live, his finger twitching nervously and activating the mechanism of the weapon when he was watching the man stumbling outside and onto the street, clearly drunk from too much wine. This late of the night, there were only a few up, mostly drunkards trying to walk home as it was the beginning of the week their money quickly spent on alcohol, or guards patrolling the streets of Le Mans. So far it was quiet and he was sitting in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

The man was old, early forties and he was using the whole street as he walked -stumbled- home, singing a song Altair didn't know and his words were sluggish, his tongue heavy by the wine he'd had. His eyes never stopped leaving the figure and he stood slowly, making his way over the roofs tops, jumping across street canyons as his target was heading towards the poor district – he was a noble man, his way should lead him to his home in the rich district. Altair though knew what business he had there and he was determined to catch him first. He'd spent the last month in France, always feeling like as if he was hunting nothing but the shadow of a man. A week ago he was able to gather important informations about the man he was after and learned that he was currently staying in Le Mans after he'd been searching for him in Paris. So, he traveled France's roads and made it to the city three days ago. He spent yesterday and the day before with observing his target, learning its routine and decided quickly to strike today as it was Monday and he was known for liking to spend his money on good wine and women to start the week.

Altair run ahead as he knew exactly where his target would turn into a small aisle, the shadows dark enough to swallow Altair when he would start his attack. He stopped, suppressing the urge to take deep breaths of air to keep silent. He could hear a dog barking in the distance, a hoarse whinnying. He watched his target turning into the small street, then stopping and leaning heavily against a wall. Altair cocked one eyebrow and watched how he emptied his stomach, the sound of vomit splashing on the ground loud in the night's silence. His face wrinkled up into a mask of mild disgust and he rubbed over his mouth, slowly crawling towards the edge of the roof and looking down. His target stretched his back, shoulders rolling and spitting on the ground several times before he continued his way towards Altair. When he was close enough, the assassin jumped.

Altair caught him by surprise, of course he did, and he took his target with him to the ground, his blade piercing through his shoulder. The wound wasn't enough to kill him but sure hurt like hell. He pressed his palm quickly over his mouth, muffling the sounds of cries as pain ripped through the man's body and he leashed at Altair who just ducked underneath his hand, connecting his elbow with the man's back knocking all the air out of his lungs. He sat up and crawled backwards, eyes wide and his back met a wall. Altair curled his finger in his collar and pulled him up, his target slumping heavily against the wall with his palm covering his shoulder, blood running through his fingers and staining the ground to their feet. Altair pressed close, his elbow across his chest near his throat and he wouldn't hesitate to increase his hold to keep him from breathing. “Keep quiet Alain de Sablé or I swear I will cut your throat”, he hissed into his ear, turning his shoulder to press against the wound, the man's hand trapped underneath it. It earned him a hiss of pain but he kept still, wide eyes meeting Altair's in the dark.

Only when he was sure Alain wouldn't struggle he slowly let go of his hold, his hidden blade ready to end his life should he make a wrong move. Alain's breath brushed over his face, smelling like vomit and cheap wine and Altair breathed through his mouth. “Pourquoi tout ça, blasphémateur?”, he snarled at him, eyes narrowed and face painted with pure agony as he watched Altair.

Altair's hand moved quickly, his fist meeting Alain's stomach, sending him toppling over and causing him to empty his stomach in front of Altair's feet again. Undigested pieces of bread clung to his lips as he looked up again, the muscle in his cheek twitching. “Tu pousses un peu!”

“Stop insulting me and I will”, Altair told him in a low voice, pulling the man by his collar and manhandling him deeper into the shadows, pushing him in front of his body and kicking his legs so he fell to his knees, looking up at Altair. “What I want is information. Whatever it is you can tell me might be worthy enough for me to spare your life. Now...”, and he held his hand close to Alain's throat, his hidden blade jumping forwards almost touching his vulnerable skin. “Your cousin. Tell me about him.”

Alain looked up at him dumbfounded before his lips pulled back into an ugly grin. “My cousin?”, he slurred, his arm hanging useless to the side of his body as it pained him too much to move his limb with the puncture wound in his shoulder. “If- if you have business with my c- c- cousin I suggest you talk with him not me.”

“Tell me where I can find him and I shall follow your proposal.”

Alain shook his head, a low chuckle crawling up his throat and spilling over his lips in an empty breath. “If that's what you want you're wasting your time, assassin. I'd rather die than telling you his whereabouts.”

Altair narrowed his eyes at him, adding more pressure to his hold and the man winced with pain. “You'd rather die for a man who fucked your wife and killed your child?”, he asked in disbelieve. “What a pathetic fool you are”, he snarled. “Do you have no honor at all?” Of course he didn't have honor and Altair cocked one eyebrow at him. He thought a man with honor wouldn't spent his money on women and alcohol and emptying his stomach in the middle of the street for everybody to see. A man with honor would keep his head up with pride.

Alain spit to his feet, a mix of bread and blood landing right in front of Altair's boots. “You have no idea what you're talking about boy”, he muttered. He grinned empty and hollow. “You're not equal to Robert. You're chasing a monster and talk about honor. If you're a man of honor yourself you can't beat him. You two don't play the same game.”

Altair's gaze washed over Alain's face, his head tilted to one side as he mused over his words, turning them this way and that way in his head, trying to find the connecting pieces until the picture would be whole. There were still too many missing parts and he brought his blade closer to his throat, nicking the first layer of skin. “Robert has been traveling forth and back between Egypt, England and France, the Order is moving underneath his commands. Why? What's he looking for?”

Alain looked up at him with glassy eyes, his look distant. “He's looking for heaven”, he slurred and he was moving with speed Altair hadn't thought to be possible in his current physical state. He ducked underneath Altair's blade and yanked up his arm, his elbow meeting Altair's wrist and he was on his feet within a second. The sudden movement was something he hadn't expected and it was enough for Altair to lose his focus for the smallest of moments as Alain kicked at his legs, sending him stumbling backwards. His fist connected with the assassin's jaw, sending his head flying the other direction and made Altair see stars. Out of the corner of his eye Altair could watch a silver shadow piercing through the darkness and he jumped back, the small digger missing his throat by mere millimeters. He didn't have enough time to gather himself as Alain was jumping onto him and he fell back onto the ground, his back and head hitting the stone. He was dizzy and felt the cold steel of the weapon pressed to his throat.

He watched Alain's face hovering above his own through a thick fog, his vision blurring. The man leaned his head to one side, a mocking smile standing on his lips. “Never underestimate your enemy boy”, he smiled down on him, his words not sluggish at all but perfectly clear. “You think I don't know you're chasing me? You think I haven't heard about the man in White looking for me?” He spit down on him, the bloody saliva running down his cheek and Altair glared at him with angry eyes, gritting his teeth. “I'm Alain de Sablé you fucking salope. Just as my cousin I'm a member of the Templar Order too and I won't let some stray tell me what I have to do. One day, you're arrogance will be your downfall.” Alain leaned in closer, Altair's eyes almost crossing with how close they were and all he could see was that ugly grin of the man above him. He tried to kick at him to hit him in the back with his knee but Alain just shifted his weight, avoiding easily his attempt to throw him of. He withdrew the dagger from his throat, the tip of the blade trailing down his chest and across his stomach and stopped just above his crotch. “Move again and I castrate you like the dog you are.” Blood was spilling down on Altair from the wound of Alain's shoulder, staining the man's wrist in which he held the small blade, making the hilt slippery. “You think I hold some grudge against my cousin for fucking my cheating wife and killing that bastard child of her?” His grin only widened. “I was there, watching them and I loved the look on her face when I punished her for her trying to make me believe it was my seed which filled her womb. I bet your informant didn't tell you I slit her throat, did he?” And fuck, no that was new information for him and Altair tried to remember he would sought out the man and make him pay dearly for his mistake of not telling him everything. “Your little plan didn't work... I won't tell you a thing.”

Altair shifted his weight underneath him, his shoulder rolling from where Alain's hand was pressed against it, sending a wave of pain up his arm and to his wounded shoulder. It was enough for the man to lose his focus and Altair grabbed his wrist, the dagger falling from his fingers and Altair connected his forehead with Alain's, sending him falling backwards and twisted his arm behind his back. He managed to get the upper hand again, straddling his hips and his hidden blade pierced the skin of his throat, entering deep. Everything was so fast that Alain could just stare at him with wide eyes, disbelieve written all over his face. The world turned gray, the fog swallowing Altair and Alain and made him forget everything around them. “It seems you forgot who you're speaking with”, he muttered in a deep hoarse voice, breathing heavily.

Alain was dying.

It was only a question of time for how long it would take for him to bleed to death but Altair only had a few more minutes left until his heart would stop beating. “This is your chance to come off clear with all your sins. Tell me what I need to know and meet your god with a chaste soul.”

Alain wheezed underneath him, blood slowly entering his lungs making him suffocate. “No god can save me”, he whispered and Altair had to lean closer in order to understand him. It seemed his blade had nicked his vocal chords as well, making it difficult for the Frenchman to speak. “It's too late... we're almost there. Robert found the location of it. Soon he will hold Heaven in his hands.” Alain's eyes rolled back and he closed them, taking a deep shuddering breath but he made a gargling noise and a stream of blood spilled over his lips and down his throat. He cracked his eyes open once more.

“You're speaking in riddles”, Altair snarled angry at him. “What did he find and where? I will end your misery if you tell me.”

But Alain only laughed at him, at least he tried as it was just a breath escaping his throat. “Robert's with JHWH...” His eyes rolled back once more and his breathing became more short and turned erratic.

“No...”, Altair said slowly and shook his head. “JHWH is where I'm going to send you now” He looked down on him, one eyebrow arched. He brought his blade close to Alain's throat once more and pushed forward, his life ending within half a second. Altair pulled out a feather from one of his pouches, pulling it through the man's blood, the white turning red as the feather was dripping with it. He stood up, hovering over the corpse and as he looked down on him he knew what he had to do as they pieces of his words finally made sense.
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