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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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It was raining outside, still, and they both sat on the chairs standing near the small table next to the mini fridge in their little motel room. Their clothes were wet so they still wore towels around their waists and over their shoulders, the heater running on maximum to warm them up. It was way after midnight by now but Malik, just like Altair, wouldn't be able to find any sleep at all tonight.

“What is this Altair?” Malik's head was turned, the light of the street lamp putting his face into deep shadows as he watched outside the window.

“It's fate”, he simply told him, his voice rough as he hadn't used it for the last two hours.

There didn't come a reply and Altair spent his time with watching Malik's profile. There'd been memories whirling inside his head for the last few hours, spinning like a black vortex pulling him deeper and deeper into his own history and he'd watched scenes from his past unfold in front of him and it was hard to resist them, it was difficult to not let them consume him. But maybe he was already lost, the past something no man could run from. Ever since he woke there'd been many things which made sense to him now but since life was a bitch and sometimes fucking you, more questions rose and Altair felt like the young boy he once had been after his father's death, confused and maybe even scared as he didn't know what lay ahead of him, his future uncertain. It would be all too easy to just fall back into his old role, pushing people away and focus on what he's best at instead. His life was a puzzle but some of the pieces were still missing and it frustrated him to no end.

He reached across the table for Malik's hand but his fingers hovered just inches above them, almost touching and in the end, Altair pulled them away, his hand sitting in his lap. It cost all of his willpower to not touch him though. Malik was the only link he held to his old life and to Altair, it felt like as if Malik was his only anchor to sanity as well. The world, his world, was at chaos and he feared to lose himself into the madness unleashed upon him. Altair sighed and rubbed his face, peeking through the slits of his fingers at Malik before his hands fell back into his lap. “You think it's my doing.” Now it was out in the open and even if Altair wanted to, he couldn't take the words back as they hung heavily in the air between them, thick and ugly. Altair picked at something stuck on the table's surface, some paint chip or something.

“Is it not?” Malik looked up, eyes boring into Altair's and he just hated how distant and cold they were. Maybe even centuries couldn't change Malik and it made him sick to the stomach that he still appeared to hide behind some empty lies.

“That's ridiculous.” Altair shook his head and rubbed his chin. “Don't turn your anger on me, turn it on our enemies.”

Malik crocked one eyebrow and his lips pulled back into a snarl. “I somehow can't shake off the feeling that I've got the chance to lead a quiet life this time until you showed up - again. They want you, don't they? I was just there for bail.”

Altair leaned back in his chair, bringing some distance in between them and looked irritated at the other man. “So that's how it is, yes? You think they wouldn't have went after you if it weren't for me. So tell me Malik... before tonight, before all of this fucking... mess. Was your life how you wanted it to be? Was it as quiet as you want to make me believe?” It was a daring question, his words like blows to Malik's guts and Altair knew, knew he was provoking him – but he wanted to see him crumble in front of him, wanted to see the walls of Malik's world come tumbling down.

He wanted him to finally admit.

He wanted him to finally understand.

He watched Malik pursing his lips, thought he could almost see the images of his memories playing behind his eyes, a long forgotten movie which came to new life again. Malik smiled, empty and sad. “Maybe it wasn't how I wanted it to be.” Because even this time when he'd gotten a second chance, he hadn't been able to safe Kadar. He looked up again. “But at least it was a life. What's left of it now?”

Altair didn't say anything. It wasn't like as if it was the same for him. He spent most of his adult life by himself. He hadn't felt lonely although most people would probably consider a life like that as such but not for him – he'd just always felt out of place and right now, it was the same as Malik was pushing him away. Again.

“What do I know”, he sighed. He was annoyed, he was pissed and he wanted to go out and feel warm blood running over his hands, wanted to see how somebody's life slowly ended how they stared up at Altair with empty eyes when he looked down on them with a meaningless smile on his lips. That's what he was actually good at. Killing. “It doesn't help us at all to to be angry at each other”, Altair muttered and tousled his hair. “We need to get out of the city.”

“And where should we go?”, Malik snorted at him.

“I know a place”, Altair muttered, “Haven't been there for a very long time, don't even know if it still exists but it's worth a try.”

“Spill it, where and what would that be?”

But Altair smirked and it looked as if somebody had just stapled a smile on his face and Malik grew irritated.

“I don't think-”

“Then you shouldn't talk”, Altair cut him off, leaving no room for any argument.

Either Malik trusted him on this one or he didn't. Simple as that.

“Altair-” But he got up and went for the heater, picking up his clothes and quietly got dressed. Again he could feel Malik's gaze on him but chose to ignore him. He'd ignored Malik for most of his life, he could learn how to do it again if he needed to. He was just about to close the belt of his pants when he felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “What is it you want to hear from me?”

“Nothing”, Altair muttered and shook his head, his belt snapping shut and he reached for his shirt but Malik turned him around so they could face each other.

“You're bad at lying. At least when it comes to me”, Malik said and for a second Altair thought his gaze had grown more gentle.

“You expect me to have the answers for questions I don't even know yet”, Altair said. “I get it, alright? You're angry at me for fucking something up I have no idea about but I'm sorry Malik we're stuck in this together so we either start working together or we don't”, he snapped at him. “So which one do you chose?”

He saw Malik pressing his lips tightly together, turning them into a thin white line. “I wish I didn't have to choose at all.”

“Sucks to be us then”, Altair groaned and rubbed his forehead. “We need to figure things out but we can't do this here with Abstergo on our heels. Right now I can't think of any place where we'd be safe right now.”

“So why bother moving then, huh?”, Malik snorted, hands crossing in front of his chest and Altair could tell he sometimes didn't know where to put his left arm. He didn't have a left arm for so long, he was allowed to think of it as something foreign which didn't belong there.

“Well, if they come and trust me, they will at least I want to have the higher ground”, Altair muttered, putting on his shirt. It was still damp but it was warm.

“You know you have to tell me eventually where you plan on going”, Malik rolled his eyes. He didn't like it when Altair kept his secrets, he hadn't liked it back in Masyaf and with the Apple and he certainly didn't like it now.

“Okay, alright, fine”, Altair huffed. “My parents had a cabin in the woods near Denver up in the Rocky Mountains. When I was young my father took me there for hunting until we started moving. I don't even know if that cabin still exists but unless nobody bought and lives in it know, we should be able to stay there for at least a little while.”

“Great – I hope you don't plan on taking a plane to Denver. I bet we won't pass security at the airport.”

Altair nodded. “No you're right but I might know somebody who could help us.”

“Yeah, who?”

“Somebody who works with me, somebody I would actually trust. I doubt Abstergo would go after him.”

“Why?”, Malik sat back down on the chair and held out his hand, Altair handing him his pants over.

Altair scoffed, “What would they want with a bartender?”
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