Altair was starting to feel the fear running through him when he realized the templars had more hidden. He now knew what they were planning, they knew he was going to assassinate the other templar and he knew that they have had enough with him so they must of planned a way to get rid of him once and for all.
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Altair was on a typical mission to assassinate a templar that was threatening an innocent family of 5. He was running on the roof tops of the houses to not be caught by the templars below. He climbed down the wall and opened the door to the family's house where the templar lye in wait inside. He looked around curiously to see wh
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Assassins Creed -Lie to Me-
Lie to Me
Don't tell me he's gone
I can hear as he breathes
Don't tell me he's gone
I can feel his heart beat
Don't tell me he's gone
He means everything to me
He was so young
He was so full of life
But I traded that joy
For hatred and strife
I see his face
When I close my eyes
Don't tell me he's gone
I want you to lie
--Malik Al-Sayf
EzioxLeo: Painting by RoobieTheAssassin, literature
Literature
EzioxLeo: Painting
Ezio woke half covered by the sheets, his body covered in a very thin layer of sweat. The male blinked his eyes open, parted his lips and trailed his tounge across them before he slowly pushed himself to sit upright, then paused when he realised the arms that were around his waist, and the adorable-looking artist laying by his side. He smiled as he lowered back down to the bed, then watched when Leonardo rolled over and yawned faintly. The male smirked since the covers were just over his hips, covering his ass and groin, but everything else was on show. Sliding his arms around the smaller body, he gave a soft purr before he pressed a gentle k
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"What do you intend to do with her, Master?"
"We're alone, brother," Altaïr sighed tiredly, unbuckling his belts and putting them aside. "There is no need to be so formal."
Malik leaned on the closed door and watched the man took off his hood and weapons.
"All right. But my question remains unanswered."
Altaïr didn't speak at once, he cleaned up his equipment, then approached the window and looked upon the wide sea.
"I do not know yet. And I am troubled by this, because she still believes the Templars were not at fault."
"Why do you care what she believes?" asked Malik, furrowing his brows. "Why did you even spared he
Chilly Times Call For Warmth by AnimeLuverGirl123, literature
Literature
Chilly Times Call For Warmth
Malik woke up that morning, to find the Bureau freezing. The three blankets he had wrapped around himself didn't seem like they were enough, as he was curled up into a tight ball. How much did the temperature drop last night ? he thought, shivering as he sat up in bed. He knew that the winter season brought along low temperatures, but they usually weren't this cold. He sat there in bed for a moment, with the blankets wrapped around him, before finally willing himself to stand and get dressed into something warmer. Once dressed, Malik walked out of his room and, once he was in the main part of the Bureau, he realized why it was so cold.
Assassins creed-dont cry by bubbles211, literature
Literature
Assassins creed-dont cry
Malik had enough with all the papers. He sighed heavily and walked away from his desk. He wandered into the other room to see Altair sleeping in a curled up ball. He smiled slightly; as he watched the master assassins mumble words in his sleep. After a moment of looking at his sun-kissed skin he sat next to Altair. Then he shuffled himself behind him ever so slowly so he wouldn't wake Altair. He took off the assassin's hood and started to stroke his hair. His hair was soft, but it had traces of dirt and blood tinted into his brown hair. Malik looked down at the younger face to see it smiling. Malik smiled back and laid back. His eyes shut and
'Please Forgive me, Malik' by thinkingorplotting, literature
Literature
'Please Forgive me, Malik'
If only. If only he was smarter then. Wiser. Why, why did he have to be so stupid? And Malik paid such a high price. Kadar, poor Kadar. He paid the highest price of all: his young life. So many regrets, so many innocent lives.So much pain. So much hurt.
He knew that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't give Malik back his arm or revive Kadar,but his heart wrenched every single time he saw that familiar tanned face. He would give anything to right those wrongs,but he knew an opportunity like that would never surface. Even so he hoped. Hoped for a chance to redeem himself.
He waited.
An hour.
A lifetime.
What's the difference?
He propped his elbows on his knees, sighing as frustration crept upon him. This was the pitiful downside to such an occupation--it never paid to be impatient.
The sun beat down upon him from above the flat, dusty rooftop, soaking through the light fabric that shielded his alien skin, along with tight pants and leather boots. A hood covered is blast of stark white hair, blocking it from the scald of the public eye.
A single purple sash fluttered out behind him, caught in a warm breeze that tugged a strand of hair across his face.
He stared at it with an air of disdain, for the hundr