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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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“Bullshit.”

Malik snorted at Vidic, his face twisted in a mask of disbelieve. Vidic beckoned at him, inviting him to come closer but Malik refused. Disgust settled like thick liquid metal in his stomach, hot and burning him from the inside. He watched the woman, Stillman, walking around the table and crouching down next to the man's side, her fingers brushing over his bound wrists in an almost loving gesture. The sight sickened him and his anger grew as he watched her touching him like something close to a lover and he knew it wasn't right, wasn't right for her to touch him like that as she held no right when she did so much wrong to him.

“You know this man, don't you?” Vidic smiled at him and Malik shook his head, his chest heaving underneath rising rage. “You know his name and you remember his face, but you just don't know why.” It made Malik realize just how sick the man really was for believing Malik already had lived a life, reincarnated a few hundred years later only for fate to come back crushing down on him, finishing something which started in the late 11th century. He laughed at Vidic, dry and short like the bark of a dog. “'course I know him. Met him on my way back home the other day. He's just another face I meet when riding the train”, he told him nonchalantly though he could tell Vidic looked right through his act. His words had made sense in a strange way but he yet refused to believe them.

“Sir, he's-”

“Let him”, Vidic cut through Stillman's words. “Mr. al-Sayf here will tell him that everything is alright. He will tell him that he's working for us. Isn't that correct?”, he smiled at Malik and it made him just the more angry.

“And why would I do that?”

Now Vidic shook his head in a manner of pity. “Because we'll kill him otherwise”, he said and the way how his voice sounded made Malik realize he wasn't kidding, wasn't kidding at all. It wasn't all though and he braced himself for what has yet to come.

“You'd kill him?”, he pondered and his eyebrows met the line of his hair. “He's quite valuable, isn't he? And you'd just kill him? I don't think so.”

“Ah, aren't you a clever young man”, Vidic chuckled and he walked towards Malik until he was just an arm's length away from him. “We would drug him further, keep him in the Animus for a couple of weeks more, learning what we want to learn and then kill him. He's like a wild dog, Mr. al-Sayf and wild dogs need to be put down.”

“So it's just that easy for you? Then what do you need me for?” It sounded like as if they would get whatever they wanted no matter what Malik would or wouldn't do so... Vidic keeping him here didn't make sense at all.

“No”, Vidic smiled still and Malik knew he walked right into his trap. “You're right, we don't need you for that and it would be indeed a pity to kill somebody as talented and skilled as him. You're going to tame him of course”, he concluded.

“What you did is called kidnapping”, Malik told him in a low voice while his eyes narrowed. “You have no right keeping me here, you have no right doing... that to him him.” He gestured towards Altair and Stillman.

Altair groaned again and he pulled at his bindings, Stillman's fingers flying over his wrists to untie him. Maybe she was suicidal for doing so.

“No, what I did is called necessary for saving what's left of this pitiful world. This is just the end of a war which should have been over a very long time ago.”

“He's waking-”, she started but Vidic lifted his hand, hushing her. “There's not much time left, Mr. al-Sayf. I'm afraid you have no real saying in this anyway”, and now Vidic was finally cutting to the chase.

Malik saw the movement from the corner of his eyes before he heard Stillman's surprised gasp. Altair's hands moved, fingers curling around the woman's wrist as he reached for her before his eyes flew open. She watched in horror while Vidic smiled still, walking around the desk and opening a drawer. He pulled something out which looked like a gun but Malik knew it didn't held deadly bullets as it was a tranquilizer gun. So he was prepared after all.

“This could get ugly”, Vidic told him and his smile didn't fit the situation at all as Altair woke. Within the blink of an eye he was up and jumping off the table, pulling the woman down to the ground with him. He knelt there for a whole of two seconds, eyes dilated and blown wide searching the room and his gaze settled on Malik before it flickered over to Vidic. “Easy there”, the Doctor told him as if he was talking to a wild animal and maybe Altair really was. He kept staring at Vidic while the woman slowly came back to life, pushing herself off the ground and crawling away from Altair, seeking cover behind the table as she probably knew better what would happen within the next seconds. Maybe she wasn't suicidal after all.

Vidic took small steps closer to Altair, aiming the gun at him. “Now... this must seem very confusing but I believe your friend here will explain everything. Isn't that right Mr. al-Sayf?” His voice was bitter sweet, like venom eating its way through Malik's veins right down to his bones. Altair snarled at him, gritting his teeth and Vidic was almost close enough to reach for him. It was the moment Malik stepped into action, acting on instincts not knowing why the words came to his mind he was about to say. He didn't want him to do anything stupid, thought it was better for him to first understand what was going on. They could figure a way out of this mess later but he feared if Altair would act like the trapped animal he currently was it would end in his doom.

“Safety and peace, Brother”, he said slowly, his hand coming up and he held it in front of his body and Altair blinked, some of the confusion inside his eyes melting.

“That's right boy”, Vidic whispered and licked over his lips, walking closer still. “Everything's alright-”

Altair shot up, his shoulder meeting Vidic's outstretched arm, the gun falling from his fingers and landing in a loud clatter on the ground. His forehead met Vidic's, knocking him down within a second and Altair was crossing the small distance separating him from Malik with long steps, almost throwing him to the ground when he pulled Malik behind the desk, crouching down and seeking cover as they heard Stillman cursing, shifting and reaching for the gun. There was blood on Altair's brow and Malik peered up from the desk, watching Vidic laying on the ground with blood coming from his nose. He saw the woman's blond hair sticking out from behind the table when she was taking cover.

“What is this?”, Altair whispered with his back pressed against the furniture, his fingers curled tightly around Malik's bicep and he sounded breathless. He was speaking Arabic, old, ancient Arabic of which Malik hardly understood a word. He hadn't spoken it for too long and the accent was thick.

“What's going on?”, Altair roared and Malik just looked at him, witnessing the madness unleashed, whirling in dark clouds behind Altair's eyes. “Malik! Novice!”

It was the lost key setting things back into motion. Malik blinked and old faded memories returned in bright colors, long lost ghosts hunting him, taunting him. A lost arm, brother, title... Altair, the bitter taste of betrayal making him almost gag. He remembered an old church, a market place and the sharp pain of steel cutting through his finger, screams piercing his soul and pain collapsing over his body like a wave, dark eyes forcing their way into his vision, a face -Abbas- the last he saw before the blade came rushing down, cutting through skin, muscles and bones -

Malik gasped as if he was drowning, finally breaking through the surface of thick black memories, taking deep inhales of much needed air. “Templars”, he whispered at Altair and he felt another personality inside of him, fingers pushing against his mind trying to throw him down in order to take over. Malik resisted and held his place, fighting to stay in charge. He watched panic crawling over Altair's face before it was replaced by something else, by something much more frightening, terrifying. Altair searched his eyes and held Malik's gaze, his fingers squeezing the man's arm as grim determination settled in, bringing calmness as well. Apparently Altair had understood the word and he knew Malik's face, remembered him and while he didn't understand what the fuck was going on at least the looked into the familiar eyes of the man he trusted with his life.

“We're going. Now”, Altair told him and he looked upwards, Malik following his gaze and he saw the small opening in the ceiling Altair was looking at, nodding.

“Mr. al-Sayf, please!” It was the woman and he heard her fumbling with the gun, re-loading it. “They won't let you leave just,... please, let me explain?”

Malik placed his arm over Altair's chest, holding him back and pushing him down to the ground again. He locked his eyes with Altair's telling him in a silent way to just wait a few seconds longer. When none of them answered, when none of them moved, she kept on going.

“It's true what Dr. Vidic said, you are your ancestor's reincarnation, you are him. Just like Altair. Altair was inside the Animus, his memories of his time as an assassin got triggered and erased the ones he has from his modern life. He probably won't remember anything of this world and it will leave him very confused, making him a very dangerous man. Your own memories, Mr. al-Sayf, will return soon and you will see all of this is going to make some sort of strange sense. There's no need to fight, please. You can't make it out by your own, but you can make it out when you let me help you.”

Altair tried to get up again but Malik held him back once more and stood up himself. He felt Altair's eyes burning into his back, hot rage radiating in waves off his body. “You fool! She's tricking us, don't you see?”

Malik slowly turned towards her, saw her crouching behind the table with her back pressed against it and the gun tight in her hands. “You want to help us?”, he asked her softly and she turned her head, her eyes meeting Malik's. She nodded.

“My name's Lucy Stillman. I'm working undercover, I'm no Templar.”

Malik's shoulders tensed. “I don't believe you one word”, he said as he watched her slowly standing up, the gun loosely between her fingers now, pointing down to the ground.

“I can understand, I don't judge you. But you don't have a chance in hell without me. You can't trust me but you also don't have a choice here.” Vidic groaned to her feet, his leg twitching and Lucy's eyes bore back into Malik's when she looked up again. “I can show you the way out”, she told him, her look hard and determined.

Altair's fingers found Malik's wrist and he pulled him slightly down, his lips close to his ear. “Don't trust her”, he hissed, “she's one of them.”

“I don't”, Malik told him as he looked down on Altair, “but she's right”, and he pulled his arm free from his grasp. He nodded at her. “Alright. We'll go with you.”

“Malik!”, Altair hissed again but Malik ignored him and instead whirled him back to his feet by grabbing him underneath the arm. He stood close to Altair, their eyes almost on the same level. “You don't trust her, alright, but you trust me”, he told him through gritted teeth. “And I say we go with her.” He turned towards Lucy again.

“Let's go.”

xxx

“Alright”, Lucy told them once they reached the end of the tunnel they've been followingthe last ten minutes and her voice was low. They were in the basement of the building, in the maintenance tunnels, big tubes hanging low from the ceiling and the air was hot and moist. “This is it. Go through that door and you're on your own... I can only point you in the right direction but my fate's sealed with Abstergos Industries.” She handed Malik a small cell phone. “I will contact you in three days. I hope you two are smart enough to get as far away as possible. I won't be able to distract them longer than that.”

Altair stood close by, his hand already pushing down the handle. He hadn't spoken a word ever since Lucy had showed them the way down, making sure to avoid guards as they were making their way out of the building.

Malik nodded, fingers curling around the phone as he put it into his pocket. “Now, go!”, and Lucy pushed between his shoulder blades while Altair was already into motion, opening the door and a second later, they were both out in the open, the sky black with rain pouring down on them, thunder tearing through the sky and they were soon soaked to the bones.

The storm was loud, wind ripping at their clothes and yet Malik felt calm, the rain against his skin making him feel alive again. He took a moment to sort his thoughts, the door falling shut behind him again and it was like as if he'd just stepped into a new life, a new life he knew all too well, a life which future lay unknown in front of him and yet it was familiar, the memories terrifying and comforting at once. It felt like as if he was choking on the events which just happened and he swallowed thickly around the lump forming in his throat.

Altair just stared at him, chest heaving heavily underneath his erratic breaths, his heart beating wildly with blood pumping loudly through his veins. He watched raindrops rolling down Malik's jaw and nose and it took him a moment longer to realize it wasn't rain but tears, his eyes red and puffy and fingers curled into tight fists as he looked at Altair, trembling. Altair took one step forward and started crossing the distance between them, Malik moved as well.

He ducked underneath Malik's fist as he saw it coming, grabbing his wrist and whirling the man around until his back met the cold wall of the alley. It happened within the blink of an eye, Malik snarling at him as he tried to kick him between the legs but Altair just stepped closer, pressing himself with his full body weight against him and kept him in place. He pinned Malik's hand against the wall right next to his head and they both looked at each with intense eyes, staring into each other souls. Malik was trembling as well as Altair, it was cold, heavily raining and they both just barely escaped with their lives, still high on adrenaline.

It was Altair though who moved first. Malik groaning, protesting but Altair swallowed his words as his lips moved over those of the man, kissing him. It'd been too long now, decades, centuries and dear god, a kiss wasn't enough to make up for the lost time.

Malik's hand pushed against Altair's chest, pushed him away and Altair blinked down then looked back up at Malik.

“We need to go”, Malik told him, voice raspy and just as cold as the weather. “We need a place to hide.”

“Hide?”, Altair practically mouthed the word and it was the first time he was speaking since Lucy led them out the building. “Like cowards? No.” His English was flawless and it made Malik tumble for one second but he found his balance once more quickly.

“Yes!” Malik shoved at him again, holding one finger up and into Altair's face. “Right now we do have to hide, we can't rush into things. Did you forget everything which happened, did they fuck up your brain? If anything of what Lucy told us is true, you should remember what happened at Solomon's Temple – you of all people should know that no good comes from making rush decisions. We hide. For now.”

He shoved Altair aside and made his way down the alley and towards New York's busy streets.
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