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Mercy in White	By : digitalcoma Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sad, but true - I do not own any part of the game "Assassin's Creed" or any of its characters. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Disclaimer:
Copyrights to the game "Assassin's Creed" and all of its
characters belong to Ubisoft/Ubisoft Montreal team. All other characters
described here surely belong to me ^.^
Author's Note:
This idea sounds interesting to me, so I promise to write and update
ASAP, but as I've already said in my profile, I've got a 4 months old son, who
doesn't give me much free time. 90% of what you
read is written and downloaded from pocket pc. So, if you decide to read
the story, be sure you have some patience. Please? ^.^
Also, please, don't pay much attention to grammar. It's been a long
time since I wrote something in english %)

Mercy in White
----Prologue-----
"Assassin! Assassin! Get
him! He must not get away!" - she heard while running to reach the closest
building wall. The alarm bell on the nearest tower rang loudly. She cursed
under her breath and jumped to climb the wall, a sharp stone hitting her back.
Luckily, the building turned out to be a small outhouse so she reached the
rooftop easily and jumped further, snatching at the closed wooden shutters,
going higher and higher. The screams from the street below indicated that she
was still pursued.
"Hope there will be
no..."-she thought, and immediately felt the sharp pain in her left
side...-"Damn! I'm running out of my luck today!" She didn't need to
look there to see the protruding arrow shaft.
In search for cover she crossed
the roof, jumped to the next one and down to the narrow street. At the far end
a blessed stack of hay lay forgotten, in the shadow of a balcony, covered with
moss and ivy.
Trying her best to ignore the
increasing throbbing pain, she ran to��
the hay and jumped in, going deeper, choking at the sweet smell of rot,
thanking god that her silk face mask held some of the smell and dampness back,
covering her nose and mouth. The last rains did the job well.�
A sudden movement next to her
caught her off guard, and suddenly a strong arm caught her wrist, twisting it
painfully, as, with an unmistakable
"clink" something sharp set against her back.
"Not a sound"- she
heard the quiet male voice-"Get out of here, now!"
She hissed from pain, as a
stranger slightly shifted his weight and brushed against the shaft in her
wound. Assuming, that, whoever he might be, hiding in the hay probably proved
him at least not the city guard or a Templar, so nothing worse could already
happen, she spat, not even trying to move: "I can't, you idiot! Not the
very moment at least half of the city guard looking for me in this area!",
and heard the soft surprised chuckle.
"So, you happen to be the
very assassin they screamed and ran for?"-asked the man, still invisible,
still holding the blade against her. She felt anger flushing away the pain and
weariness with a white hot wave.
"None of this is your
business! I have my own reasons for hiding, the same as you do! So put your
damned blade away and let go of me! I'll wait here for some time and leave. Be
sure, I'm not interested in either your identity or your affairs in this
district!"
She almost felt the silent smirk
behind, as the blade slowly retracted, the grip on her wrist letting go. The
invisible man brushed the sticking shaft again, and this made her hiss louder
this time.
"You're wounded?"-he
silently asked, the tone slightly changed to more gentle
"As I said, none of this is
your business. I can take care of myself"- she whispered, annoyed,
reaching her wounded side with right hand, inspecting, trying to pull the arrow
away or at least break some part of it off, so that the journey back home could
be a slightest bit more comfortable. But as the first anger and excitement of
the pursue subsided, slowly giving place to weary, even the light touch to the
arrow brought the pain so surprisingly intensive, that it took her a great
effort to suppress the moan. Better not touch that thing, if she wanted to make
it home fast and alive. She cursed and moved her� body, protecting the wounded left side, quite
too busy to show any curiousity for her neighbour.
The ringing of bells soon
stopped, as well as the shouts of the guards. She decided it would be the best
to get out of the damp stack and return home before the pain and weariness
could slow down her movements. Surpisingly, turning around she found that her
soft-voiced anonymous neighbour made it out of the hay right after her. For a
brief moment of silence they stared at each other.
He turned out to be tall and
slender- and that was all she could see, because all his figure was covered
under white robes, and shadow of the hood covered most of his face, leaving
visible only his nose and rather fine-looking lips, currently curved in a
lopsided grin. The man was certainly dressed to pass as a monk, or a scholar...
If monks and scholars could wear that amount of weapon, as he did. A long sword
with golden ornated hilt in scabbard on his left hip, hilts of throwing knives
on the right and left sides of his wide leather belt, ornate gauntlets... And
that was not all, she was sure. He also must have had a hidden blade of some
sort, which had been set against her back
not so long ago... And there definitely was some sheath on his back, judge by
criss-crossed stripes of leather on his chest. "A rather dangerous
scholar..."- that thought made her grin under her face mask. That, and the
fact that they both were dressed almost identically, except only that her face
mask, silk robes and leather armor were black. And, of course, she had a bit
less impressive amount of weaponry.
Something was definitely
familiar about the outfit of this man... Something so deeply hidden in the
depths of her memory, that it took her some time to recall... As the tall
figure in white finally turned away and in one quick elegant motion jumped on
the balcony railing, briefly showing the crimson sash and the sheathed dagger
on his back before disappearing on the rooftop, the last doubts she had
vanished like smoke...
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The next piece is
almost ready!
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