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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
It's been two weeks now since he'd killed Alain and it was the third morning after his encounter with Saleh when Altair stood out in the open right in the middle of a busy street, Paris' citizens getting ready to greet a new day. He rubbed his chin and pulled the hood covering his head deep into his face, sinking back into the shadows, feeling more comfortable like this when he couldn't feel the eyes of those around him anymore. The sun had just risen and didn't manage yet to crawl up and over the houses, the shadows still large and air cold. His ship would leave in five days and he still had to ride all across France to get to Marseille. There was only one more thing to do...

He pushed people to their sides as he forced his way through the crowd, walking through dirt, shit and piss and needed to make a b-line in order to avoid getting hit by piss thrown out a window. The smell was unbelievable and he got once more reminded of why he'd never liked Paris. It was filthy, its citizens sick and there were rats everywhere. Altair just simply hated rats and one or two of his Brothers might even dare to say he was terrified of them but those would lose their tongue quickly if Altair was ever to witness to hear such thing. His boots and pants were covered by mud and something he didn't want to think about once he reached the market place. A rather large crowd had already gathered there, people cheering and screaming as the hangman was already up on the platform, ropes ready for their use. Altair made his way towards until he'd almost reached the first row. There were children held by their parents, sitting on their fathers shoulders or on their mothers hips, happy and eager to see a few men and women lose their lives today. Altair himself just stood there, a solid rock in the middle of a sea of madness, face hidden and eyes emotionless as he waited for the spectacle to begin. Guards were walking up the platform and the crowd started to move, people pushing forwards in large waves as their cheers and screams got louder.

Altair's fingers twitched when he saw several men and women lead onto the stage, cuffed and tied together. He counted nine of them, four women, five men and they all stopped underneath the ropes waiting for the hangman to put them around their necks, their faces dirty and some of them had tracks of tears on their cheeks, others had been clearly tortured. Their crimes were read to the cheering people, the noose pulled tight. He did no longer hear the people around him, did no longer see the laughing children. The world stopped turning while he focused completely on his target, his finger activating the mechanism of his hidden blade. He heard his pulse beating loudly inside his ears, his blood rushing through his veins and carrying adrenaline. Colors faded into gray and Altair stepped towards, pushing men and women aside but he didn't hear their insults, didn't feel their hands on his back as they shoved him.

He was the one, Altair's eyes set on him and for the first time ever since he'd killed his first target, his hand was shaking. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eyes, the hangman pulling the trigger and the trapdoors opened underneath the prisoners feet, their bodies falling and the ropes were pulled taut. Altair leaned forward, his hand moving, finger twitching again and his blade retract, hidden underneath the leather once more as he stood there, watching them struggle. Only two have been lucky enough to die through their fall. The other ones were slowly suffocating. Altair watched the man struggling, his face turning red then blue and his legs were kicking empty air. He was the one and he didn't feel pity at all, he didn't feel anything and yet he trembled like a leaf in the wind and only when none of the prisoners were moving anymore, he turned away swallowed by the crowd and forgotten in the shadows.

“Who was he?” Lucy looked up at Vidic, sitting next to the man's lifeless body trapped inside the Animus.

“There's a memory missing”, the man muttered and Lucy turned to watch Altair, feeling pity as she saw him like that, his wrists raw since they'd been strapped to the machine for so long now. Her eyes fell back on the old man and all she saw was the side of his face, the screen of his computer reflecting in his glasses as his fingers flew across the keyboard. She wondered if there'd be one to stop him one day. She wondered what had happened to the woman send by the Order to spy on Templars only to become one of them. She wondered what had happened to herself.

“How can there be one missing?” She slowly stood up and her fingers brushed over Altair's as she walked pass him and stopped next to Vidic. “That's not possible.”

“There's one missing”, Vidic growled again and he leaned closer over his screen. “Why would he go there? What does this man have to do with the artifact?”

“Maybe nothing at all”, Lucy told him quietly and she looked back over her shoulder, watching Altair still. It was strange to think that he was a monster. He didn't seem human at all when he was on missions, didn't seem human at all when he took his targets lives and there were moments where she thought he enjoyed killing. Moments like the one she just witnessed. She had been almost able to feel his satisfaction as he watched the man fighting for his life, had almost been able to feel his blood thirst being stilled. “Maybe it's about something which comes after the execution. Why don't we see?” Lucy sat back on her chair and rolled over to Altair's side once more. “He knows where it is, Alain told him that much.”

Now Vidic turned his head and Lucy saw her own reflection in his glasses. “Why's that? If I recall correctly Alain hardly told him anything.”

“He knows. Alain told him enough for Altair to put the pieces together. He knows where it is, he's going back to Masyaf. Why else would he do that if he didn't know?”

Vidic opened his mouth for a reply but he kept silent when there was a small groan and the rustle of moving fabric filling the room. “Is he... waking up?”, Vidic pondered and his eyes narrowed at Lucy, lips pressed to a thin white line, face dark. “How can he wake up?”

Lucy quickly made her way towards Vidic's screen, her eyes watching the numbers running across it. “He's not... not really”, she said and her voice sounded pressed, “he's still inside the memory but”, and she looked over her shoulder once more, her eyes scanning Altair's frame, “but it looks like his body is waking up. Shit. This is exactly what I tried you to warn about”, she hissed.

Vidic followed her, stopping by her side. “What does this mean?”

Lucy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Vidic liked to talk about the Animus as if it was his baby, but he knew surprisingly less about it. “It means”, Lucy forced out between clenched teeth, “he's going to wake up and believe he's still in medieval France.”

“Like the Bleeding Effect?”

“Not effect. He's Bleeding”, Lucy explained. “I told you his old personality is going to get erased if you wanna go through with this. We're soon going to have a pretty pissed 11th century assassin.”

“Ah.” Vidic didn't seem as stressed as Lucy. “Well I expected that. Drug him, keep him unconscious and keep him in the Animus. We don't need him anymore after we're done.”

Lucy's head snapped around and she stared at Vidic. “You want to kill him?” She was outraged. Vidic was an idiot. Killing Altair was like throwing the artifact into the ocean. He was precious. He was important, he was like the 8th wonder of the world. Did Vidic not know that? “He's not like the previous subjects, Sir. He's not replaceable. He actually is Altair.”

“I know pretty well who he is Ms. Stillman, thank you very much”, and now his voice grew cold again and it reminded Lucy once more of what he was capable of, what she had witnessed him doing. It made her blood grew cold. Vidic smiled at her and it made her want to rip off his face. “We still have the other one, don't we?”

Lucy blinked, her rage ebbing away like the tide. “But- we can't work with him”, she stuttered.

Vidic sighed. “No but we can still use him”, and he talked about them as if they were nothing but cattle. He pursed his lips and they broke into a smile just a second later. “You know...”, he said and his voice was as soft as if he was speaking to a small child. “Bring him down her. Let Altair wake up. Let him see we have him.” He paused for a moment and then turned towards Lucy fully. “This was the plan all along wasn't it?”

She took a deep breath of air, her head hanging low between her shoulders with hair falling into her eyes.“There's only one thing”, she murmured, meeting Vidic's eyes and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, standing between him and Altair. “How do you control a monster?”

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He had no idea where he was. He had no idea what time it was. The room was dark and cold and Malik was cuffed to a chair, his wrists raw by now and his back ached terrible while his legs hurt from cramps. He could hardly remember anything, he just kept falling in and out of unconsciousness. When the door opened he startled, eyes narrowed as light fell into the small room, blinding him. Feet moved over the ground and Malik heard the rattling of metal, the sound of guns being carried.

“Up you go”, came the voice and tears were running down his cheeks, the light hurting his eyes since he hadn't seen it for so long now and his hands became loose, fingers curling around his shoulder and pulling him upwards. “He wants to see you now”, they whispered into his ear and before he was even able to move his hands, they were pulled behind his back once more and Malik was tied up again. It wasn't like as if he couldn't fight – he could. But right now he was too confused as if he could act and maybe it was because he hasn't been active for the last five years, maybe he'd gotten lazy. He didn't know what it was that held him back and made them follow. Maybe curiosity. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on, he just wanted to make it out of this with no harm. His vision returned slowly, two guards walking by his sides, framing him and pushing him down a long, barely lit hall. The walls were gray, the light flickering and shining down on him from old fluorescent tubes. Malik watched the guards from the corner of his eyes and there seemed something odd about them, something off as if the picture wasn't right. The back of his head was tingling, the hair on his arms standing to end and Malik felt cold, the sick feeling of something bad about to happen engulfing him like thick, tough honey, sticking on to him and not letting go.

They reached an elevator and the doors opened, Malik and both guards stepping inside. He couldn't tell if they were going up or down, the elevator hardly making a sound at all and he could barely feel it moving. It took a few more turns, more halls they were walking down until they finally reached their destination and Malik was brought into a rather large room, empty expect for a desk with a computer on it and something that looked like a... solarium cabin? Seriously?

They stopped a few feet short of a man and a woman, the both of them wearing white coats. She wore her hair in a high bun and he thought it made her look older than she probably was. She eyed him uncertain and he could tell she was fucking nervous while the man just stood there, arms crossed behind his back wearing a huge -probably faked- smile, gray hair and glasses riding low his nose. The guards didn't leave but stood slightly behind him, their hands on their guns and Malik gulped audibly. Only now did he see that there was a second man laying and it was-

Him.

“Altair”, Malik whispered, his lips barely moving but the man heard him, his smile even widening. “Mr. al-Sayf”, he greeted him, arms spread to each side of his body in a welcoming gesture. The woman -and Malik could barely call her that because she looked like a frightened teenager at the moment- picked up a folder, skipping through it and pretending to read the papers inside.

“I'm Dr. Vidic.”

Malik's head snapped up and his eyes were set onto him. He recognized that voice. “It's you”, he muttered, his voice growing deeper, fingers curling into a tight fist and he gritted his teeth. “It's you”, he snarled again, wanting to take a step forwards but one of the guards simply put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Malik didn't try to go further as the man stroke with his thumb over his gun.

“Of course it's me”, Vidic smiled and he beckoned Malik forwards. “Come on... don't be shy. I trust you to not doing anything stupid, yes?” No he wouldn't – Malik knew though he was good, he was really good when it came to fighting, hell, he'd been on two tours to Iraq, he knew how to fight! But he also knew when it was better to keep low and right now it seemed to be the better choice to just do what he were told.

“No I won't”, he said and held his chin up high, his back straightening while he put his arms behind his back. Just show these fuckers he wasn't intimated by them.

“Good, good”, Vidic nodded. He gestured behind him, pointing at the strange looking table with the man trapped inside. “You remember him then, I take it? I think I just heard you say his name...” Malik followed his gesture, his eyes roaming over the body and his gaze stopped at his hands. He counted ten fingers and that didn't seem to be right.

“I- I think”, he muttered softly and maybe it was wrong even answering him but Malik didn't understand anything of this and he just wanted answers – maybe the best way to get them was to pretend. “His name”, Malik looked up at Vidic, “his name is Altair.”

Vidic's smile grew cruel and the woman stood up behind him, eying Malik over the Doctor's shoulder. She stepped closer still, leaning towards his ear. “He's going to wake soon”, she whispered and yet Malik could understand her words very well. “He's going to think he's still in France.”

Vidic nodded and while she seemed to be at the brink of a meltdown, he wasn't worried at all. “Good”, he nodded. “Let me show you how to control a monster, Ms. Stillman. Mr. al-Sayf?” Vidic rose his chin and his eyes bore into Malik's. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
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