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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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Malik groaned heavily when he came back to consciousness, blinking his eyes open as he was sitting on a chair. Something soft covered his face and it was hot, his head hurting and his throat felt like sandpaper when he swallowed. He rolled his shoulders and wanted to rub his face with both hands but he found he couldn't move them as they were secured behind his back and his wrists hurt as if he'd been restrained for far too long now. His lower back was hurting too and Malik realized it was dark fabric covering his face like a hood.

"Welcome back, Mr. al-Sayf", and he startled at the sudden sound of the voice booming loudly through the room he was sitting in, hammering into his head and adding to the pain. The voice sounded electronic as it came through an intercom and he turned his head towards the source. "Who is this?" The words came out as an raspy old sound and he wondered if somebody could understand him at all. His throat was dry, he needed water and Malik coughed, hunching his shoulders and leaning forward. "What do you want with me?", he added, his memories still foggy and he had a hard time to form a straight thought at all.

"Let's just say you're here as leverage", the voice told him. "I was hoping for you to help us with something." Didn't that sound bitter sweet?

Malik's head hung low between his shoulders, his body slumped forwards as he hardly had the strength to keep himself up right."What?", he thought he only mouthed the word but a soft chuckle followed soon and he realized he'd spoken out loud.

"You know...", the voice sounded heavily, "for someone with your background you made it pretty easy to capture you. Didn't you serve in Iraq?"

He shook his head again and fuck, the movement hurt and he could feel his pulse beating wildly inside his head. "What?", he asked dumbfounded again, not understanding a thing. "What the hell is going on?", he roared and pulled at his restraints, trying to free himself but it only caused the handcuffs to cut further into his skin. They were too tight and he must have struggled before, his flesh raw and hurting. The air became sticky underneath the hood.

"I just need to confirm who you are Mr. al-Sayf and we can move on. Born in Syria isn't that right?"

He nodded and wasn't even sure if they could see the movement. "And you immigrated to Iran shortly after with your parents?"

Again he nodded and he had honestly no idea why he did anyway as whoever it was speaking with him could just fuck themselves.

"They were killed weren't they? Because of the war? You and your brother were taken to the United States and placed in a children's home." There was a small pause. "Why where you brought here anyway?"

"We were injured. Needed medical treatment and surgery. They... couldn't do it there", Malik explained. This was clearly a misunderstanding and he kind of got the feeling they were thinking of him as an terrorist – he just couldn't come up with any other explanation than why he was here, getting asked all of these things.

"Oh yes, that's right. The building you were living in with your parents was destroyed due to a missile. It says here you were trapped underneath the debris for three days before soldiers found you. Mr. al-Sayf, may I ask a question?" Malik thought it was funny because there was no doubt they would ask anyway even if he'd say no. "Why did someone like you with your background serve in the military? You've learned the ugly sides of war at a very early age."

"Shut up", Malik muttered and his whole body jerked which almost caused him losing his balance.

"Your brother served as well. You and him weren't so lucky, were you?" He thought the voice sounded mocking and Malik gritted his teeth. He wanted them to shut up, to just leave him as the images of old memories invaded him like a storm, tearing through his body and leaving nothing but chaos behind. "You almost lost your arm at an ambush and were sent back home. That arm's still bothering you, isn't that right? You're taking really strong pain medication. One could almost think you're addicted to them."

"I need them", he pressed out between his lips, each word cutting into they memories and ripping them apart. "They help me functioning."

"They help you forget", the voice invaded the darkness, making it feel like as if they were able to look straight into his head. He slowly came to realize this was a planned thing, a planned kidnapping and he was currently held hostage – he could no longer hold onto the hope that they got the wrong guy because this... this was really him wasn't it? They were really looking for him with all the background they knew.

"Your brother was killed on his second tour. Three days before he was about to go back home. Oh! Today's the fourth anniversary of his death isn't it?" His said nothing to that, breathing heavily as nausea rolled across him like a heavy wave, drowning him and pulling him deeper. "That's really bad luck..."

"Shut up!" The words echoed in the empty room and Malik slumped back, swallowing heavily and rolling his head back, eyes set towards the ceiling. "Shut up...", he said again, quieter now and sweat was covering his skin like a thin sheet.

"Mr. al-Sayf", the voice sighed theatrically again, sounding maybe a bit disappointed, "There's no reason for you to feel so upset", and Malik could have punched them right then and there into the face. He imagined them smirking, all satisfied and smug about the fact he was at their mercy. "And there's nothing really to worry about."

"You've kidnapped and cuffed me to a chair." He didn't mention they had drugged him too. "And you tell me I don't have to worry?" He scoffed and pulled his shoulders up, shifting in the chair a bit. "Yeah, right. Look, I'm no terrorist, there's no reason for you to keep me like this."

"He's waiting for you Sir."

This was another voice just there, sounding small and distant as if the person wasn't speaking directly into the microphone but to whoever had just spoken with Malik. A second later he could hear some muffled voice, somebody was covering the intercom with their hand so he couldn't hear.

"- two guards." That was all he managed to make out before the voice returned speaking to him. "I can't believe there are two of you...", and Malik had no idea just what they were talking about. It sounded more like as if it wasn't meant for him to hear.

"Alright, alright." Malik nodded and he licked over his dry lips. "Just... just tell me what you want okay? This has to be a misunderstanding. Is it money you want? I don't have any, you've got yourself the wrong guy for that!"

"No, no. No money Mr. al-Sayf. I just need you for someone to remember."

"To remember?"

"Yes", and he could imagine them smiling.

A door opened and he startled and the light was switched on. He still couldn't see with the hood covering his eyes but it wasn't as dark anymore as it had been before. Footsteps were filling his ears as heavy boots walked across the floor and he just kicked at them since he could still move his legs – he wouldn't go down without a fight and his resistance earned him a hit to his head, an elbow meeting his eye and then another one, hitting him in the jaw. He groaned in pain, his head flung to the side and he could taste metal, blood pouring down his throat as his tooth had cut into his lip from the force of the blow.

"We don't like behavior like that Mr. al-Sayf. Stay calm and all will be explained soon."

Malik heard a soft 'click' and he assumed the intercom had been turned off now. There were two of them, he could feel them standing just behind him, could hear the faint rustling of fabric as they breathed. The men with him in the room said nothing but one firm hand was placed on his shoulder and pulled him upright against the chair again. He didn't say anything at all, his erratic breathing reverberating from the naked walls of the room. He had no idea how long he waited there but he felt weaker within the minute. The hood covering his face made the air sticky and hot, sweat tickling him at the back of his neck and his jaw and eye hurt, as did most of the rest of his body.

Time passed and he heard another click, the sound of something moving and then there was that voice again, the guards to his sides shifting. "Show him please", and the hood was ripped of his face, bright light invading his eyes and making them water and his head hurt. He was sitting in front of a window and could see into the next room, two men and one woman sitting there and one of them he recognized.

Malik stared at him with wide eyes and then the man's eyes rolled back as his whole body started to tremble and he hit the ground soon. The woman uickly went to his side, feeling for a pulse and rolling him on his side, white foam starting to build in front of his mouth. She was speaking to the other man, making wild gestures. Malik realized something was going wrong, terrible wrong and another man walked into the room, all clothed in white with a black bag in his hand, kneeling down. The second man, the one with the beard and glasses turned towards the window, teeth clenched and his lips pulled into a grim line. His eyes found Malik's and he knew just then that it was the man he had talked to over the intercom. He pushed a button next to his side and the window went dark and Malik looked at his own reflection in the mirror.

A second later he heard another click, the same voice loud and so much colder now, "Make him ready."

xxx

"So what did Vidic want from you?"

Lucy closed the door softly behind her, leaning against it with her back, hands shoved into the pockets of her pants. She rubbed her fingers across her brow, taking a deep breath in. It had started raining again, the soft sound of raindrops pattering against the window the only noise which filled the room. Altair had pulled the cables off his body earlier and shut down the machine. Lucy shook her head. "We need to do some tests-" She said it as if she would ignore his question.

"The fuck you can!"

"- we wouldn't want to risk your health. We are a pharmaceutical company after all", she flashed him a small lop-sided smile but Altair didn't return it, his eyes as cold as ever as they roamed over her body. She looked fit, very fit and he thought he could actually see a six-pack underneath her tight t-shirt. Her shoulders were broad, she was working out that's for sure. He wondered how hard he had to hit her for her to lose consciousness. He throat was vulnerable, he could use the side of his hand, hitting her there – but that could also kill her. Altair blinked just then – this wasn't like him. Yes, he knew how to defend himself, he knew how to kill but he'd never looked at anybody like that, like a predator who knew the human anatomy very well, knew where to hit, where to inflict pain and how to kill.

Lucy pushed herself off the wall, rubbing her hands together. She either didn't notice his look or didn't want to show him that she did, but right now she kept he friendly façade. "You're still speaking Arabic", she told him and ah, that explained why she didn't answer his question nor flinch when he insulted her. He didn't really notice speaking it. He just did, not paying much attention to how the words sounded coming out of his mouth, if Arabic or English. "That's probably because of your seizure", she made a small waving motion with her hand and then held it out to him. "I can help you. We can fix this", she told him emphatically and his eyes fell on her outstretched hand and he thought he could see it trembling.

He weighted his options and decided just then and there. He shook his head – even she would understand that. No, he wouldn't let them do any tests. No, he didn't want her help. No, Vidic could just fuck off. In the far distance he could hear thunder crawling through the sky. "Please", she tried to reach out for him, to grasp his shoulder but he shook her off and knew just then that she came to realize she'd lost his trust. "Come on – don't make me do this." Her voice was almost pleading now and he scoffed because she acted as if she had actually a chance to convince him working with them. Again he shook his head and made to walk pass her, pushing her aside as he reached for the door handle but she placed one hand firmly on his chest, holding him back. "You don't have any clothes, you can't go outside like this", and he looked down his body. Altair shrugged with his shoulders, he didn't care and if he had to walk naked out there, he would because every step would bring him further away from these people. "Wait for me here. I get you something to wear", she told him softly and pushed against his chest, bringing more distance in between them. He felt more like a trapped animal with everybody acting as if his fate was already sealed.

"Let me go."

"Altair..."

"Now!"

She flinched, her shoulders slumping. "I'll get you some clothes", she muttered once more and she couldn't manage anymore to hold his gaze, looking down on his chest where his collarbone was. "I'll be right back", she told him and her voice was small and fragile as if something inside of her was breaking apart. Her hands reached behind her back, searching for the door handle without looking and she slipped out of the room, locking him inside again.

He could have just grabbed and pushed her to the ground and yet he didn't. He could have easily overpower her, he could have taken her hostage, he could have – he could have done so much and yet he hadn't moved one single muscle in his body, not even his little finger. All which was left was the feeling that sometimes an alley could look like an enemy and it felt like a déjà vu. The back of his head prickled with old faded memories, emotionless and faceless, empty images whirling inside his head mostly black.

He could hear a hissing noise, like the angry snarl of a snake just above his head and Altair looked up, soft mists of bright white smoke filling the room. His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth, his hands turning into tight fists.

What a fucking bitch.
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