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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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- 10
"Welcome to the Animus."

It was the last he heard, white fog engulfing him as he made his way through the mists and the world came tumbling down, breaking apart only to be re-built within the blink of an eye. He stood in the middle of a courtyard, the sound of steel hitting steel piercing his ear, men shouting and goats bleating. It was cold and the ground wet as he set one foot in front of the other. Altair looked down on his hands, his nails dirty. It was early in the morning and the sun was slowly crawling up the sky but today it was covered by thick gray clouds almost touching the ground and swallowing the earth. He made his way towards the stables and beyond them, walking down a small hill with grass covered by first frost. He kept walking until he reached an old abandoned field, a small stable underneath a large oak tree in the far distance which had once been used to hold sheep. Behind the stable was a small creek which had been a river but as the last few summers had been hot with hardly any rain at all it was almost completely dried out by now. Altair stepped into the stable, the wood musty and old and the smell of sheep and hay still lingered in the air.

He could sense him approaching before he felt the hand on his shoulder, a hard push to his back sent him stumbling forwards – it wasn't much to make him lose his balance, it needed a lot more than that so Altair moved with the push, rolling his shoulder and turning slightly to the side, changing the position of his feet on the ground and leashing at him with his arm. He saw it coming and Altair's hand met empty air as he put one foot between his legs and Altair tripped over it and for a moment, lost his focus. Hands placed on his chest, pushing him back until he met the stable's wall and he snarled, angry at himself for falling for such an easy trick trying to wedge his own foot behind his knee and pressing back against him, trying to send him to the ground. But he was pushing back, his chest like a wall he couldn't break through and then, just like that, he gave away and stepped back but there was still Altair's foot and he lost his balance. For a moment, a smirk caressed Altair's lips but it only lasted for maybe half a second as his fingers curled in the front of Altair's robes, pulling Altair with him to the ground. They landed in a tangled heap of limbs and chaos, clawing at each other as each one of them tried to keep the upper hand, rolling over the dirty cold floor, forgotten pieces of hay sticking to their clothes and mud rubbing into the fabric. It was Altair who was on his back and he knocked him over, his elbow meeting his ribs and it changed everything once more with Altair straddling his hips, reaching for his wrist to pin it against the ground next to his head. They were both panting now, their breaths gathering in small white clouds in front of their mouthes and for a few seconds, nothing happened as they glared at each other. Altair was leaning down as a pair of eyes roamed over his face and he smirked, pushing his hand back to the ground forcefully as he made another attempt to get free. Their lips were almost touching now and he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye but it was too late to react. The knee hit him in the back and he slumped forwards, loosening his grip of his wrist for just half a second but it was enough for him to free himself. The tables were once more turned, only now he found himself on his stomach, his arm pinned painfully behind his back.

"Enough of that", he growled into Altair's ear, his breath splashing like small waves against his skin and it send a small shiver down his spine. He didn't answer but gritted his teeth and he only pushed his hand higher up between his shoulder blades, sending a new bolt of pain through his body. Altair groaned and he tried to hit him but he just changed his position, pressing his knee down onto his backside to keep him perfectly pinned to the ground. His body bucked underneath his hold as he tried to shake him off before he laid still, breathing heavily and the silence was too loud. A few seconds later Altair tried it again and once more it was no use. In the end he kept laying there, a thin sheet of cold sweat covering his brow. He waited for Altair to calm down, leaning down to his ear. "Do you behave now?"

When he said nothing and after several minutes had passed without him trying to get free again, he let go of Altair's arm and slowly got up. Altair turned around and on his back, looking up at him and eyed the hand in front of him, grabbing it to get up. Their clothes were dirty, the both of them panting, glaring at each other. He didn't know who moved at first, maybe they both did but it didn't matter in the end as he closed his arms round him, their lips meeting in a kiss. Altair framed his face with both hands as he didn't want him to go, their tongues meeting in a slow dance, whirling around each other, invading each other's mouths in small waves. He almost melted underneath those lips, warmth spreading through his body and chasing away the cold. His heart was beating wildly and not just because of the adrenaline shooting through his veins because of the previous fight but of a whole different reason. He'd waited too long for this and now that the moment was there, he didn't want it to end, not ever. But they had to part eventually, both gasping for air as they had stolen each other's breath.

Malik was the first to move, taking a step back and bringing some distance between their bodies, Altair's hands falling from his face. Malik shook his head, "No." Altair held his breath and slowly released the air between his lips as he tried to close the gasp between them but Malik held him at arm's length. "This has to stop", he hissed and his fingers closed above the fabric of Altair's robes and his arm slowly sunk down before he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. "You're right", Altair nodded, lips pressed to a thin fine line. "I'm getting tired of letting you win all the time."

Malik groaned, then scoffed and resisted the urge to just roll his eyes at the younger man. "Don't turn this into some joke Altair."

"I'm not", he insisted and tried again to get close to him but Malik turned away. "What is this today?", he pondered with a hint of worry and he went pale as he finally realized. Malik couldn't meet his eyes, not this time and his shoulders were stiff. "Why?", Altair asked him, voice thin.

"And here I thought you're not a novice anymore. Are you that ignorant to not see it?" Malik wiped his face, turning around to face him, their eyes meeting and the look he saw in them hurt Altair probably more than he would ever be able to admit. "This", Malik gestured between the two of them, "is wrong. It's forbidden."

"You're telling me I'm ignorant and yet you use the same foul lies the Templars would tell us?"

"Are you calling me a Templar?"

"No. But nothing is true and-"

"-and everything is permitted. Don't hide behind those words. This has gotten over our heads. If nothing is true then-"

"Don't." Altair interrupted him, a sick ugly feeling of boiling anger rising within him, the bitter taste of bile burning his throat. "Don't you dare to say it."

"Then how do you know this", and again he nodded at Altair, then looked down his own body, "isn't just another lie?"

He blinked at him, dumbfounded. "I just do", he said quietly and he reached for Malik's hand, their fingertips touching but the other man pulled away. "But you don't trust me", he added a moment later, Malik's rejection feeling like a stab to his heart. Malik said nothing and while flames of betrayal and hurt licked across his skin, threatening to eat him alive he didn't move at all, wasn't even flinching. Instead Altair's eyes just grew cold. "No you don't", he voiced what Malik couldn't say. "And I thought you weren't one of them."

At that Malik looked up. "One of them?", he pondered, his fingers curling into a tight fist and Altair knew they were just at the brink of another fight.

"A fucking sheep", he spat and lost his control for just a small moment but it was enough for Malik to know what he just did to him. "A mindless, little sheep following the shepherd without questions as long as they're well fed. Look at you, you're almost choking on all those lies they feed you."

"Be careful of your next choice of words They might be your last before I rip your tongue out." Malik was practically fuming with rage and Altair knew he was pushing the older man. He just wanted him to hurt as much as he did at the moment, wanted to punish him, to make him suffer. He wouldn't step back, he wouldn't lose his ground in front of Malik. "Then prove me wrong", he hissed and he closed the distance between them with one large step, curling his fingers around Malik's shoulder and shoving him backwards. "Tell me this isn't true", he snarled, his body pressing up against Malik as he pushed him back still until Malik couldn't move any further, the wall blocking his escape route.

"It isn't true."

"You're a liar", Altair whispered, their faces so close they were breathing the same air, lips almost touching once more. Malik didn't move for a long time, just kept breathing heavily through his nose, his face pulled into an ugly angry mask.

"You're an ignorant", he said eventually and Altair's fist twitched but he didn't punch him. He let go of Malik's collar, his hands slowly sinking and he simply stared at him for the longest of times.

"So that's your decision?", he asked in a small voice, the words hoarse and heavy and in fact it did feel like as if they pulled him towards the ground as his legs grew weak. Altair stepped away, his voice thin and worn out, "I'm leaving tomorrow in two weeks. Master sends me on a mission to France. He told me this morning."

Malik simply nodded and Altair waited for him to say something, anything but the man pressed his lips tightly together and he knew getting Malik to talk was mostly an impossible task. "Is that how it is?", he asked him as he couldn't stand his silence any longer. Malik closed his eyes, sighing deeply and when he looked back up, he stared right over Altair's left shoulder at the opposite wall.

Altair nodded. "So be it", and he turned around, leaving the stable and the man inside behind him.
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