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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
“What's that?”, Malik whispered while his fingers brushed across Altair's shoulder blades, hovering above a certain spot. Altair shuddered, his skin was still damp with sweat and his heart was beating way too fast, cheeks red and eyes still glassy as he was only slowly recovering from his orgasm.

“What's what?”

“It seems as if you have a small port-wine stain or something.”

“You probably just scratched me”, Altair sighed and rolled on his back before facing Malik.

“Doesn't look like it.”

“Is it that important?”

“No I was just wondering, I haven't noticed it before...”

“Well the last time you've seen me naked was a few hundred years ago. You're allowed to forget”, Altair hummed.

“That sounds fair”, Malik shrugged and closed his eyes, letting Altair leaning his head on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and even breath. It took them a couple of minutes before Altair was moving again, Malik groaned and reached for Altair's wrist, pulling him back in bed with him when he made an attempt to get up. “Don't you dare”, he murmured into the cushion underneath him, cheek pressing against it and the sheet tangled between his legs.

“I need to take a piss.”

Malik groaned again, loudly. “Fucking gross.”

“Fucking normal thing to do.”

“Yeah but don't tell me”, Malik complained and turned on his side, presenting Altair his naked behind and Altair slapped him teasingly, making Malik yelp.

“Oh come on, loosen up a little”, Altair grinned.

“I'm lying in bed with you naked, I am loosened up.”

“Seems like you are. I swear, you've been so far in the closet you could have very well been drinking some tea with Mr. Tumnus in fucking Narnia.”

The cushion landed in Altair's face. “Don't tell me it was that easy for you”, Malik grumbled sourly and turned back on his side, staring at the wall across of him and Altair thought it somehow killed the mood.

“Well... no”, he admitted and sat motionless on the bed's edge. “Back in Masyaf I couldn't admit to it or else they would have stoned me to death. Here in the twenty-first century I couldn't admit to it for a long time because of what I believed in.”

“And here you tell me shit about closets and Narnia”, Malik huffed and it made Altair smile a little.

“It's easier to be myself when being around you.”

Malik groaned again. “How can you say something like that with a straight face? Shut up and go to the bathroom already”, Malik muttered and pulled the blanket tightly underneath his head.

“We both know you like it”, Altair purred and leaned down, kissing the tip of Malik's ear before pulling away, picking his boxers from the floor and quickly putting them on as he made to walk towards the small bathroom – which really was either one big toilet or just one tiny shower... it really wasn't one of the best places they were currently staying at but they accepted cash and didn't ask questions so Altair guessed it was something they could tolerate – at least for one night, tomorrow they'd move again. As he passed the window he stopped, peering through a small gap between curtain and wall. He pulled the curtain a little to get a better view.

“What?”, Malik asked from behind him and pushed himself up on his elbows.

“Remember the black van parking in the lot when we got back earlier?”, Altair murmured softly and reached blindly for the light switch to turn it off.

“Uhm, yeah?”

“It's still there.”

“So what? Its owner is probably renting a room...”

“Its owner is still sitting inside like they did when we came back.” Altair narrowed his eyes to get a better view. Every now and then he could see the flaring of a cigarette, illuminating its smoker but Altair was too far away as if he was able to see his face. “It's two of them”, he commented then and shut the curtain.

There was a short moment of silence and then, “Fuck.”

“Exactly”, Altair said. “Get dressed, we're going.” He could hear Malik rolling out of bed behind him.

“Do you think they're from Abstergo?”, he pondered as he walked up to Altair's side, looking over his shoulder and peering through a small gap outside into the dark night.

“I don't know but I don't want to risk anything.”

“So what are you planning?”

Altair pursed his lips and thought for a little while. “Remember what we did back in the old days when the cities were full of sword swinging idiots?”

Malik rolled his eyes and rubbed his temple, “My ancient half remembers, yes.”

Altair turned his head and smiled over his shoulder at him. “So why not doing it again?”

“Huh?”

“Creating some chaos”, Altair smirked and pinched Malik's behind as he walked past him.

“You're in an oddly good mood for discovering that somebody probably found us.”

“Oh that's because my plan's real good.”

“I doubt it. You're still Altair...”

“Oh shut up and watch.” Altair went over to the crappy phone they had in their room and he was surprised when he found it working. He cleared his throat, dialing a number and faced Malik before somebody picked up at the other end of the line.

“I think somebody's going to blow something up”, Altair said in a real panicky voice although he was grinning while Malik simply stared at him dumbfounded.

“No don't tell me to calm down I know what I saw, okay lady? I saw them wearing guns and I think one of them said bomb.” He sounded close to tears now but Altair was still smiling. “I don't know my address I'm just a tourist passing through, don't you see from where I'm calling you? Look, I'm a grown man I don't panic easily but I think you should send a few guys as fast as possible... Yes, yes that sounds about right, the small motel down the road and please, please you need to hurry-” He suddenly ended the connection and Malik made his way over to Altair. He clapped Altair's shoulder. “That was good. But you think you're little show is enough for SWAT to come?

Altair snorted and rolled his eyes. “Probably not but they'll send at least two or three cops, I'm sure. That's enough for us, we only need a little distraction, that's all.”

Malik nodded. “There's an opening in the bathroom for the AC, looking pretty old and rusted – I think it's loose enough that we can either rip it off or kick it off and it's big enough to climb through it. I don't think it'll take long for the police to arrive here.”

“And what then?”

Malik pulled his shirt over his head while Altair sat down, tying his shoes.

“We need to find out how they found us...”

xxx

They were right about the police, although it were only two cars showing up but it was all they really needed to make their way out of the back of their motel room. The AC came loose quickly and Malik had only made a little fun of Altair for having problems to squeeze himself through the opening in the wall but in the end it didn't really matter as they had walked down a street leading through the middle of nothing. It was early in the morning when they finally arrived at their destination, Malik and Altair had decided to walk instead of tramping since they wouldn't know if the car stopping for them would be one of Abstergo's guys or not. So, they had taken the side streets, had climbed over backyard walls and made sure no body had seen them.

Right now they stood in a small side street, hidden by a dumpster and Altair watched how the club he was working was just getting a delivery. “Alright, let me see if I can get our man's address. You'll wait here”, Altair sand and Malik rolled his eyes.

“I fought in the war Altair, I was an ancient assassin once – you don't need to think I'm a helpless damsel in distress alright?”

Altair glanced at Malik from the corner of his eye, “Just saying”, he shrugged and made his way out of the shadows and across the street.

Hadil was standing in front of the entrance, a clipboard in his hand with a list on it and a pen behind his ear. He barely looked up when he saw Altair.

“I'm looking for our Wonder Boy, is he here today?”, Altair asked.

Wonder Boy.... It was a rather ridiculous nickname but it was fitting for a man who probably had a higher IQ than everybody else working the club, who attended university at day and worked the night shifts and yet still managed to write nothing but A's although he often didn't have more than three hours of sleep – simply a wonder boy.

“He's not working today, I'm sorry”, Hadil told Altair with a shrug.

“Yeah... I'm going to need his address”, Altair said, arms crossed in front of his chest while he stepped aside so a man carrying a beer barrel could enter the 3:88, the night club Altair was working for as a bouncer a few times a week. Hadil was usually there too although Altair had never talked much to him as he hadn't talked much to his other co-workers. He did his fucking job, it didn't mean he had to socialize with everybody else there.

Hadil rose an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? You're going to have to ask the boss then. I have no idea where the dude lives, I honestly don't care”, Hadil huffed and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Boss was there to check the delivery, maybe you're lucky and he's still in his office.”

“Thanks man”, Altair muttered and clapped Hadil on the shoulder as he made his way inside the club, following a long narrow corridor with black walls and red light bulbs before he took a turn to his right, opening the door with the 'Staff Only' sign on until he knocked on Walker's door. Walker wasn't really a good boss so Altair felt a bit uneasy. He hadn't showed up to his shift yesterday and since Hadil hadn't said anything about he just assumed he hadn't been working at the club last night – this was bad, because he really wanted to know if he should prepare for Walker to rip his head off but then again... fuck him, right? Walker was the least of his problems right now.

“Come in”, he heard the deep voice coming from inside and Altair pushed the door open and faced Walker who was sitting behind his ass big desk. It was completely over the top for a club like the 3:88 but then again, Walker was probably narcissistic anyway.

“Altear”, he said and it made Altair cringe when he heard him speaking his name, how he seemed to completely rape it with how he was speaking it, “Did you miss us or why do I have the honor of meeting you here?” Walker's voice dripped with venom.

“Walker look, before we go any further into this, I quit-”

“Good, because your lazy ass is fired anyway.”

Ah okay. So Walker was pretty pissed.

Altair shrugged with his shoulders, he had never cared for his job – it was good money but that was about it, that was before Abstergo, before his Awakening.

“Since we're on the same terms, I need to ask you for one tiny favor”, Altair said and stood in front of Walker's desk, both palms pressing against the smooth polished surface staring at Walker.

“And that would be...?”, Walker pondered and leaned heavily back in his chair, the tips of his fingers of each hand coming together.

“I need our bartender's address.”

“Our bartender's address”, Walker repeated and really, Altair was about to lose his patience, that man's head was even bigger than Abbas! When the memory of Abbas returned to Altair, it felt as if somebody had stabbed him with an old rusty knife, piercing right through his heart and twisting it around and he almost lost it right then and there in front of Walker but if anything, the only thing which happened were Altair's hand curling into tight fists.

Ever since Abstergo had put him into that machine, ever since the memories of his ancient past had been triggered, new memories returned to his mind with every passing day. He remembered most of his childhood and youth, he remembered Solomon's Temple and Maria, remembered Kadar and Malik of course but those memories rose and fell like waves of the sea – sometimes they were closer and sometimes far away. Right now though, the memory of Abbas was too close and almost took the air to breath from him.

“Why?”, Walker asked and it pulled Altair right from the string of memories and threw him back into reality. He released a sigh of relief.

“None of your business. Do I get it or not?”

“You know what Altear”, Walker sighed and Altair shuddered again with disgust, “somebody who thinks he doesn't need to show up at his shift isn't really in the position to ask for a favor, especially not after I just fired him. So maybe you just go, mh? How about that?”, Walker asked him.

“Why are you such a jerk today Walker?”, Altair asked straight forward – it wasn't as if he had anything to lose.

“Because I'm sick of my staff thinking they can do whatever the fuck they want. Just leave Altear”, Walker sighed and Altair nodded, slowly straightening his back and rubbing his chin.

He nodded, “Alright, good....”, he muttered and slowly walked around Walker's desk, holding out his hand for the older man to shake. “I guess I need to say my good byes now. Was a pleasure working for you sir”, Altair smiled down at him, watching how Walker eyed his hand suspiciously and then finally grabbed and shook it.

It was the moment Altair quickly pulled him forward, holding on tight to his hand and Walker yelped with surprise and groaned when Altair smashed him into his desk face first, twisting his arm behind his back. “The address, Walker, please”, he hissed as he leaned across his back, lips close to his ear.

“The fuck!”, Walker cried, “Let me go you son of a bitch!”

Altair clicked his tongue. “No, you don't do that. You think I'm hurting you now? I can break one finger after the other Walker so I suggest you better tell me where I can find that fucking address or you won't be able to jerk yourself off for the next six weeks.”

“I'm going to call Hadil-”

“You better hold on to that thought”, Altair muttered, his second hand joining the one keeping Walker's arm behind his back and with one sudden, quick move he broke his thumb, the man's cries reverberating from the office's walls.

“That was number one-”

“Hadil!”

Another crack, another cry and a string of curse. “Number two... The human body has 206 bones Walker, and I can break all of them and I really just want an address, it's not that hard of a question.”

Walker was panting heavily now and he looked a little sick, sweat was standing on his face when he craned his neck to look up at Altair. “Alright you fucking bastard-”

“Ops, careful Walker, my fingers are a little twitchy and I might break number three.”

“You can find it in the file cabinet behind me”, he groaned and Altair followed his gaze. He kept Walker's arm where it was as he reached for one of the drawer, pulling it open and reaching for the file he was looking for. He let it drop next to Walker's face and opened it. His eyes soon found the address. “Now that wasn't so hard was it?”

“Fuck you”, Walker spat and Altair shook his head while he let go of the man's arm.

“Now now.... I'm sorry I had to do this but you really left me no choice.”

Altair wasn't really afraid Walker would follow him, he looked pale and shaky on his legs. “Oh and by the way... it's Altair”, Altair called as he opened the door, throwing one last look at Walker. “I'm sorry it has to end like this but it seems fate has other plans with me.”

Nobody stopped Altair when he left the club and since Hadil was still minding his own business he knew Walker hadn't called the man to keep Altair from walking. What kept him from walking wasn't Hadil but an unknown man stepping in front of him when Altair had almost reached the small side street Malik was waiting for him. It only took Altair one glance to see the weapon hidden in his sleeve, pointing at him.

“Mr. Ibn'La-Ahad?”, he asked.

Fuck. Altair looked over his shoulder and into the side street. No sign from Malik.

“Who wants to know?”, he asked.

“Would you please follow me? There are people who want to speak with you. It's urgent and I have to insist you follow me.”

Altair's thoughts were racing and while he kept wondering where the fuck Malik was, he couldn't rely on his friend to show up in time. He only had a few seconds to decide over his next moves so he had to come to a decision rather fast.

“Alright”, he sighed and looked over the man's shoulder and down the street. “There's really no need for violence.”

“Well good”, he smirked at Altair, “because I would hate it if I had to put a bullet in your leg. Show me all of your weapons”, he demanded.

“I really don't have any on me”, Altair said, “but I won't mind showing you that I'm unharmed”, he added and reached to open his jacket.

“What are you doing”, he hissed at Altair.

“I've already told you, I'm showing you I'm not armed,” he explained again with a sigh and a roll of his eyes while he pulled the zipper of his jacket all the way down, then shrugged it off his shoulders. “Here,” Altair said and held his arms to each side of his body, palms up and slowly turning around. “You need to see more?”

“No,” he shook his head but Altair was already starting to unbutton his shirt. “I said there's no need for that,” he told Altair again and Altair saw how he gritted his teeth in anger – Altair knew there was no way of him shooting him in out in the middle of a busy street near Broadway anyway – he was worse at bluffing than even Malik was. “Will you stop already?”

His voice grew louder now as Altair peeled of his shirt as well, chest naked. Altair looked at him for a short moment and he found it difficult to not grin. He sighed heavily, theatrically. “What, you still don't believe I don't have any blades hidden on me? Alright”, he said and reached for his belt.

“Fuck, what the hell are you talking about? Stop undressing already!” He was getting nervous now, Altair could see that as people slowly stopped when they saw a man in the middle of New York, chest bare and about to pull down his pants – which he now did.

“I swear to you there's no blade or any other weapon hidden on me”, Altair said, ignoring his pleas completely.

“I can see that, now get dressed again!”, he hissed once again, stepping closer and reaching for Altair's jacket on the ground. “Get dressed!” He shoved it at Altair's chest but he simply stepped back.

“Oh man I can't believe you're making me do this”, he groaned while one thumb hooked underneath the waistband of his boxers and the man's eyes got wide.

“No-”

But he pulled his underwear down, the boxers as well as his jeans around his ankles and he spread his arms to each side, standing naked in front of him. “Alright are you happy now?”

The man opened his mouth for a reply, eyes wide in shock and shoulders trembling but all which could be heard was a police siren which caught his attention immediately.

And now he understood and Altair grinned. “Can't kidnap a naked guy who gets arrested can you?”, Altair pondered with a smooth smile and cocked his head to one side.

He didn't say anything, didn't even move as the officer got out of his car. “Alright son, show is over. Pants up and hands behind your head.”

Altair was still grinning as he did what he was told, letting the police man arrest him. “This is just a delay”, the Abstergo guy told Altair in a quiet voice as he was shoved into the backseat of the car.

“This is just you failing miserable”, Altair smiled back and then the cop closed the door, pushing the man back, telling him to make some room while Altair kept looking at him, smiling still while wearing his pants again. Once he was out of sight Altair turned forwards, looking at the back of cop's head.

“So I'm arrested?”

“You bet son”, he muttered back and Altair thought he sounded a little Texan.

“I do get my call don't I?”

“Everybody gets their call.”

Altair smirked a little. “Good.”
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