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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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A/N: To that reviewer: yes, this is Maltair :)

Altair waited.

He was looking between the large mirror to his left and the door in front of him, his hands resting on the cold metal table he sat at. This... didn't feel right. It didn't look like an office in which you sat when you were about to have a job interview. It looked more like an interrogation room. They had offered him coffee though which he'd accepted and it tasted like piss – nothing compared to Cem's coffee he enjoyed so much. A clock was hanging above the door showing him that it was in the early afternoon now. This was ridiculous – he has waited for an hour now! Just as he was about to get up the door opened, revealing a man in his early fifties and that woman, Lucy. She walked a little behind him and Altair had no doubt that he was the man she had been talking about, her boss.

"Mr. Ibn-la'Ahad. I'm so glad you could manage to follow our invitation. I'm Dr. Vidic." He held up his hand for Altair to shake but he simply stared at it and then back to his face, his ambers eyes reflecting in the man's glasses. Altair didn't move at all and his hand slowly sunk down.

"I would hardly call it invitation", he snorted and Lucy closed the door behind her as the man sat down in front of Altair at the other side of the table.

Vidic rested his elbows and arms on the table, his head hanging low between his shoulders and then he looked back up, a smile spreading around his lips. "Well you see, we're really interested in you and your skills", he smiled, his voice sounding warm and somehow fatherly. He held out one hand and Lucy quickly put a file in there and he opened it in front of him, turning a few pages. "You have a bright mind, Mr. Ibn-la'Ahad", and he looked up at him again, the file still in his hands and Altair craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse at the written words. "Why does an intelligent young man like you working for a security company and uh-", he looked back down onto the page, "a nightclub?"

Altair shrugged with his shoulders. "It's not bad money", he muttered and leaned back into his chair to bring a little distance between him and Vidic. He didn't like him.

"You speak four different languages among English. What were they again? Hebrew, Russian, Italian and... what was the last one?"

"German", Altair said softly and folded his hands in his lap.

Vidic spoke again, "You dropped out of school when you were seventeen. Why?"

Altair's eyes narrowed as he was flexing the muscles in his left hand. "If that file says so much about me then I'm sure you don't really need my answer. Just look it up."

Vidic's smile never died and he looked at Altair as if he had just solved some kind of riddle, all proud and delighted. Was this a test maybe? "You're right Mr. Ibn- or may I call you Altair- "No.", "-well, Altair. You dropped out of school after your parents died, isn't that right?"

He gritted his teeth, jaw working and his cheek's muscle was twitching. "Yes", he forced out between pressed lips.

"Car accident, mh?" Vidic picked something up, a photograph. The paper was thin enough for him to see what it showed on the other side and he looked away. Vidic clicked his tongue and for a moment his brow wrinkled in mild disgust. "Terrible, terrible", he said and shook his head, placing the photograph in front of him and as Altair glanced back up he was greeted by the sight of a destroyed car. It was hardly recognizable, completely wracked. Blood was covering the gray pavement, a piece of flesh showing in the cube of metal and he could only assume that it was a hand with all the bones showing, brain splattered on what had once been the windshield. He looked away again but said nothing.

"Your parents died near Munich. Hit by a ghost driver on the Autobahn going 180 km/h. They were both dead on impact."

"I know", Altair pressed the words out between his lips. "You don't have to tell me again."

"No", Vidic shook his head, smiling again and picked up the picture to place it back into the file. "You're probably right."

"Where did you get all of that? Are you working with the government?" Altair eyed him skeptical. If he learned one thing within the last few minutes, then that this wasn't a pharmaceutical company. Vidic chuckled again and pushed his glasses back on his nose. "I wouldn't call it like that but if that's what you want to believe I won't stop you."

Altair's patience was stretched like a string of bubblegum and it wouldn't take much longer before it'd tear. "Then who are you?"

He closed the file and leaned back in his chair, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them with the hem of his white coat. "Ah you see", he sighed and put them back on, "that's a good question. But I think the one you really want to ask is, who are you?"

"Who I am?"

"Exactly."

"I know very well who I am."

"No, you don't", and for the first time Vidic looked like as his aura felt for Altair, a flashing red light radiating danger. His eyes went cold and distant, almost greedy his face turning into an ugly mask of evil. "You're damaged, Altair. But we could fix you."

"Damaged?" Altair placed both his palms on the table, arms outstretched. "I wasn't in that accident you know?" His chin gestured towards the file laying next to Vidic's hands on the table. "No brain injury or anything."

It only earned him a sharp laugh and Altair looked up at Lucy but her face was as emotionless as it could get, almost as if she was nothing but a statue. "No, I'm not talking about that kind of damage. The problem is right here", and Vidic tapped his temple. Altair didn't understand.

"You see, I'm a scientist", Vidic told him and spread his arms to each side while he leaned heavily back, the chair's legs scratching over the floor in a loud screech and Altair cringed. "A researcher, you know? I assume you suffered from strange dreams? Nightmares?"

Altair nodded slowly though he was seriously considering to just leave. This just got more and more creepy and he wished for nothing more but sitting in Cem's coffee shop and sipping some mocha.

"It must be hard not knowing who you really are – everything feels empty, meaningless doesn't it?" Vidic sat a little more straight and his eyes narrowed, a shadow crawling across his face and Altair felt cold. It seemed the man was finally cutting to the chase. "Do you know Sigmund Freud?"

It wasn't what he'd expected and Altair blinked. "Course I do."

"Freud had a young and very talented apprentice. Carl Jung. Have you ever heard of animus and anima?"

Altair shook his head, no, he didn't.

Vidic sighed as if he was disappointed that he didn't understand and leaned his head to one side, folding his hands in front of him and looking down at them. "Jung believed that the anima and animus are the two primary archetypes of the unconscious mind. He described them as elements of the collective unconscious, a domain that transcends the personal psyche. You know, it is said that the key to controlling one's anima/animus is to recognize it when it manifests and exercise our ability to discern the anima/animus from reality."

He nodded with a frown.

"So basically... we're all acting on our ancestral memories. But there's more. We've designed a machine which lets you enter your ancestors memories and relive them. The Animus." Vidic was a little red in the face as if he was very excited and maybe he really was, some lunatic scientist who would scream any minute now 'It's alive!' and laugh like a maniac. Altair thought the picture of Frankstein's monster fit the situation perfectly – at least when it came to Vidic and that crazy look in his eyes.

And now Altair was lost. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You... you are special, Altair.", Vidic assured him and stood up, walking slowly back and forth. "Not only do you have a very old bloodline... but you actually are your ancestor. A reincarnation." He made a final gesture with his hand. "Your DNA is to 100% identical - as if you're ancestor never died. You actually share the same name!"

He didn't say anything because all of it was just downright ridiculous and he didn't know he'd be able to hold back his laughter. So he just sat there, staring up at Vidic with a complete straight face.

Vidic chose to ignore his look. "As I've told you, you're broken Altair. We can make you complete and you will get all the answers to your questions. How does that sound?"

Altair decided then to just go with it and he glanced shortly at Lucy, trying to read anything in her face but she just stared blankly back at him. "This sounds like something that doesn't come for free", he answered carefully and Vidic chuckled softly. "Why would you want to do this for me?" He didn't say that he didn't believe any of what he'd just been told.

"I'm looking for something, Altair and you know where I can find it."

Altair shook his head and scoffed, slowly getting up and standing behind the table. "No, no, no. I have enough of this. I don't know what kind of freaks you are." He looked between Vidic and Lucy. "Scientology, Mormons or whatever. But whatever it is you're believing in, I don't. Have a good day", and he made his way towards the door but Vidic stepped in front of him.

"I'm sorry Altair, but I fear I can't let you just go. You see, I've been looking for you for years."

"Too bad but it's not my problem." He tried to walk around him but again, the man stepped in front of him and placed one hand on Altair's shoulder, holding him back.

"Oh but yes it is", he nodded and there it was again, that smile of his which looked so fake. Vidic reached behind him and pressed the small button of an intercom. "Show him please."

New light spread into the room and to his left side Altair could see that the mirror vanished, replaced by a smooth window he could finally look through. He could see a room on the other side and there were two guards standing behind a chair with a man sitting in, a black hood covering his face and arms cuffed behind his back. Vidic noted to one of the guards and the man stepped forward, pulling away the black fabric and revealing his face. His black hair was tousled and he looked pale, blinking rapidly against the bright light.

Just... what the hell?

Vidic grasped his shoulder and stood close by, his lips almost brushing Altair's ear as he whispered into it, "He's like you and it was pure luck that we found him. You don't know it yet but he's very dear to you – I wish we didn't have to drag him into this but you left me no choice. Altair Ibn-la'Ahad meet Malik al-Sayf."

The memory collapsed above Altair like a wave, drowning him and pulling him deeper, deeper, deeper into the black abyss of his mind. He groaned and fell, hitting the ground hard with his knees and held his head as pain made it feel like as if it was ripped in two. Malik's name was ringing in his ears and he heard someone screaming but he couldn't breath any longer, gasping for air helplessly as sorrow threatened to crush his heart and smash it into thousand pieces.

"He's panicking", Lucy said and her voice sounded worried but Vidic just held her arm. "No, look", he said softly, smiling still. "I think we just triggered something."

Altair moaned with pain and held his head with both hands, looking back up and his eyes met Malik's who watched with horror. It was the last he saw before he lost consciousness, remembering a man staring at him holding a bloody arm with betrayal in his eyes.
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