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Mercy in White	By : digitalcoma Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mercy in White
Chapter 2 -----�Ruined
tranquility�-----
She got out of the cart and shook the hay out of her
robe, then adjusted the veil on her head and looked up. The sky was slowly
clearing up, as the waning night was slowly giving place to the new dawn.
"Time to get away from the streets, before the
guards begin taking interest..."
Looking around, she noticed a building with a balcony
and started walking towards it, enjoying cool summer air. Halfway to the
building, she heard noise from behind and then � commanding voice: �Stop! Name
yourself!�
�Oh, hell� Here it goes�� She sighed and slowly
turned around, hoping to manage the situation without waking all the guards in
this district - �Uh� I�m Ahmeth� As-Salah� A chemist apprentice, sir�
My master has sent me to�
find some herbs��
�In the middle of
the night, huh?�� - the guard grinned
and moved closer.
�Oh, you see, we have a rush order. Our neighbour�s
wife has a hemorrhage, a serious one, he�s waiting in the shop, and I�ve been
sent to find a special herb outside the city� Unfortunately we have run out of
it, and� it can
help better than the decoctions usually used��
The guard spat on the ground and unsheathed his sword,
starting walking towards her. As he did so, several Saracen soldiers appeared� from around
the corner and approached the guard, asking if there were any problems.
As, after a short conversation, the Saracens turned
towards her as well, she sighed under her face mask, silently counting them. It
seemed that this night wasn�t going to end up as peacefully, as it had started�
The chemists never wore weapons and black� as well as they seldom covered their
faces� White of course was better for blending with the crowd� But she had lost
her right to wear white robes�
Or, more precisely, she didn�t have it from the start�
The guard was only few steps away from her now. He
grinned and asked: �If you are an honest apprentice of your master, then it
won�t be difficult for you to guide us to your shop so that we could verify
your name and probably help escorting your noble client and his wife, if they
need��
�And if you most likely refuse, or lead us the wrong
way� � she read on his face - �Then I�ll prove you�re a dirty thief or a
murderer, and, be sure, escort you to a place more suitable for such scum, as
you are, then the rich district!�. The soldiers didn�t� even try
hiding their grins and chuckles, looking forward to teaching the �dirty
bastard� some good manners� and knocking
the nonsence out of him in some dark narrow alley.
She shot a quick glance across the square, observing
on the closest way that lead to the roofs of the rich district and looked at
the guard with the expression of ultimate servility on her face.
�Can I pick the herbs I was sent for at first, sir? Or
do you wish me to lead you to the shop immediately?�
�I�m sure your herbs can wait! Have you not heard the
order of the city guard?�� - One of the
soldiers snapped out.
She looked at him with terror in her eyes � �Yes, yes,
sir, I understand. This way, please�� and, turning her back on them, started walking towards the nearby alley.
The noise from behind told her, that
all five soldiers and a guard turned their way to follow her.
------
Altaïr watched as the person in black made his
way to the dark alley leading out from the square into the rich district of
Damascus. He smirked. The sword, black clothes and face mask certainly didn't
help him pass as a chemist's apprentice. Though, black is good at night, when
you need to disappear among the shadows in a narrow street, or at the roof of a
rich house.
Silently he sneaked on the forgotten scaffolding,
keeping the distance, but not falling behind. He had just got an excellent opportunity to see whether this mysterious man
was as good in battle as in acrobatics and hiding. This alley lead to a dead
end, but the buildings fronting on it were richly decorated with sculptures,
had large amount of balconies and additional storeys, simplifying a problem of
hiding from soldiers and city guards at dawn.
------
This alley lead to a dead end, but she wasn�t going to wander about
the city until dawn anyway. Turning around the corner, she heard a silent curse
and a sound of steps speeding up. The guards knew this part of the city rather
well. The familiar wall with ornate balcony was so close�
She didn�t even bother turning back as, after a
furious �Stop! You dirty bastard! We�ll have you now!�,
she heard the familiar jingle of steel being drawn out, singing its battle
song. The peaceful night was ruined�
�Aren�t you tired yet?� � she
sighed and ran, barely touching the ground with her feet, all her attention
focused on the balcony with beautiful large decorative vines and ivy, and the
closed door. The door was always closed, and the windows were always dark, as
long as she remembered, as if this house was left especially for those like
her, to disappear among the shadows right under the nose of the city
guards.��
As she fled the few last steps and grabbed a narrow
ledge halfway to the balcony, a sharp pain in her back told her, that her
pursuers were throwing rocks, using their last chance to keep her on the ground
and fight. She lifted herself and reached up, for the large stone leaf, but, as
the second rock bumped straight against her left side, opening the stitched
wound and sending a piercing white hot painful impulse, her hand slipped and
she fell to the ground, caught off guard. Having no other option, but to take a
fight, she turned around, poniard ready in her right hand, and unsheathed her
sword with her left one, sensing the first hot rivulets of blood running down
her left side. That was rather annoying...
------
As the figure in black lost its balance and fell down,
Altaïr no longer doubted that it was the same person he had met the day
Muhammed Amir had been killed. He had been wounded, with that arrow sticking
from his left side. Judging by the way the man was caught off guard by a simple
rock thrown by one of the soldiers, the wound was still there, and the hit was
rather painful.
Nevertheless, the tall slender figure took its stance
immediately, turning around to meet the pursuers.
Altaïr gasped. He didn't expect to see what had
just happened before his eyes. The stranger was going to fight two-handed, a
sword in his left hand, and some kind of a dagger in his right. That was
amazing... In all his life Altaïr had seen only a very few people who
could manage that... In fact, he himself wasn't trained to fight that way, but
he still remained the best fighter among the brotherhood even without that.
Besides, it didn't matter much, with faithful hidden blade attached to his left
forearm.
But this man was also left-handed, for his main
weapon, the sword, no doubt was on its place in his left hand... That was even more rare...
He watched as the figure in black whirled, both blades
hardly visible in his hands, moving so fast that they merged in one sparkling
stream of silver.
"Damn, you are skillful... In what country did
you train, I wonder?" Altaïr shook his head, watching in silent
amusement...
"And who the hell are you?"
------
The pain disappeared, giving place to fury and
excitement of the fight, and she hardly was aware of blood soaking the black
silk of her robe.
"Later..."
Her sword met the first soldier half-way, spreading a
fountain of blood, deeply plunged into his belly. Yanking hard, she pulled it
out and turned to face the second one, sword in his hand already, ready to
attack, but so slow,� terribly slow� She
caught his blade with her own, and plunged her poniard into his neck, finding
the unprotected spot of skin right above the large artery, splashing more red
blood around. With a gurgling sound escaping from his lips and a surprised
look, the soldier went down, to be trampled underfoot by the four remaining
swordsmen. As they attacked, she whirled and twisted, her both blades finding
their targets, spilling somebody�s guts on the ground, producing screams of
pain and agony�
And then everything was over.
Six bloody corpses lay on the ground.
She sighed.�
�Everything always ends up like that... I wonder,
who will count them all for me after I die, to make me pay for each life
taken��
Turning away, she noted with disgust, that there was
blood on the walls, lots of it� And judging by the distant noise, somebody was
already directing that way, attracted by the screams and the sound of fierce
fighting.
She bent over the closest dead body and used its
undamaged clothing to wipe away the blood and other sticky substance from her
blades, sheathed them and turned back to make it to the decorated balcony.
However, the sharp pain from the opened wound in her side returned, distracting
her. Only when her fingers slipped off from the railing, she noticed that the
stone was all covered with sticky cooling blood.
She tried to reach out for some support before
completely losing grip, but failed and at that same moment, a strong gauntleted
arm caught her wrist, holding her airborne�
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