Nothing- AltMalHe lost everything.With the loss of his brother, he became lost and cold.With the loss of his arm, he could never become a full-fledged assassin, all he could do was watch as the others came and went.He didn't want to admit it but he felt as if he lost Altair too.They both never talked unless they needed too, of course he was angry at him but as the older assassin came into the bureau he couldn't help but feel sad that they always argued at first sight.So he had felt he lost him too.It had hurted him the most.He didn't know why, maybe because Altair was the only thing alive he could rely on right now.But he knew that was an excuse.He didn't want to admit, but he knew the reason why it had hurt him so much.And that was what scared him the most.One night he watched as Altair went to rest, hearing his breath fall even as the older assassin slept.He couldn't sleep for if he closed his eyes for Kadar's ghost would haunt him.It was so painful to lose everything.There was nothin
The Sweet SinThe Sweet Sin.The streets of Jerusalem are dark and silent. It is late at night and few people want to be out at this time. It is the time when all the scum of Jerusalem comes out of their hiding places and reaps their havoc upon the Holy City. Thieves, whores, conmen, murderers. All of them will have control of the city for as long as the sun hasnt risen. After all, sins thrive best in the dark.A Templar, however, does not fear these sinners. He is above them, after all, for he is a knight of the church, given the authority to protect the Christians from the Pope himself! His sword is guided by the hand of God and he uses it to purge the world of its evil. At least, that is what he wants others to believe
In truth, this man, a captain serving under Robert De Sable, is no different from the reprobates in the street, if not worse. He has much blood on his hands and not all of it is that of wrongdoers.As much as he likes to deny it, he knows. Despite what
Where Were You When I Called?Malik ran his hand over his face and sat back in his chair, stifling a yawn. He was exhausted. He hadnt slept in what felt like years. His body felt like it was made of lead, his eyes felt heavy and gritty and every movement felt like someone other than him was making it. But he refused to let himself fall asleep, not just yet anyway.He wanted to be the first person to chew Altair out when he finally regained consciousness.It was hard to believe that, just a few hours ago, he had been practically punching Altair in the chest in a desperate attempt to get him to breath, screaming at him the entire time until his throat went raw and his voice started to crack. It had scared him so badly, seeing his friend lying so still like that, God help them all, Altair was never still, but it nearly sent him into hysterics when he realized Altair wasnt breathing.Malik ran his hands over his face again, his sigh turning into a yawn. He wasnt going to fall asleep, not now, not yet.