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Genesis [9/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes widened, and the A-Sayf took a step back away from the other. After a full thrash in his mind, he managed to stammer out, "N-no!" his arm outstretched, warning Altaïr. He couldn't... he couldn't control himself any more. Not even his actions, but the very thoughts in his mind. Memories spun from the words in his mind, commands written in curls of gold, and he looked at Altaïr and he saw his brother's corpse.

Altaïr halted and for the first time (today was a day for a lot of firsts, hasn't it?) the feeling of helplessness washed over him, unsure of the correct action to take. It ripped him to the core, tearing his insides out and leaving him hollow. His body tensed in response, fists clenched enough to draw blood with fingernails while his jaw tightened painfully. A steep edge hovered ever closer toward them, one misstep the difference between life and death. He refused to back down, eyes alit with stubborn determination.

Malik could feel his awareness slipping away into that bright light-he felt compelled to submit, like he was a fool for fighting, and he looked at Altaïr's face and he felt hatred again. No--he shouldn't! Altaïr hadn't... But he had. He had pulled Altaïr's sword out of Kadar's cold, unmoving body. No! that was a lie! But-but Altaïr was always so arrogant, so careless--It was his fault in the first place that they had fought at Solomon’s Temple. His mind felt splintered, shards of buried hatred and restrained affection in conflict, striking against one another. It was always Altaïr, he was the one who always received the praises, who bested him in battles, who mocked him, laughed at him, it was always Altaïr, he hated him--no, no, No! He had to fight it, he had to do something or he would be overcome for certain. He turned his body, turned his head, looked away, moved away-- He was running, running back down the empty alley.

The coil in Altaïr's body snapped like thin string, giving chase when his mind finally caught up to his body and told him to move now, before it was too late. Malik had a head start, running as if life depended on it with fire lapping at his heels. No. No. He was not going to lose him again, not now! He--was the closest that he could truly call a friend, even despite their long-lived rivalry, the only one who was not afraid to face him, be it through battle or wits, insulting or criticizing without remorse. And although their prides had clashed on more than one occasion, stubbornness widening the gap, they had always managed to find a way to gravitate toward one another, circling about in a low orbit dance. But, Altaïr was no longer a proud man-- he was but a shell of what his former self used to be, arrogance costing him and those around him so much. He will not make the same mistake twice. If only he could run faster--Malik increased his pace, just barely out of sight--
Malik made another turn, he knew the city well, and the alley was no exception. If he made one more left turn, it would take them to the square of the district, where the streets were much more filled. He led that way not because he wanted to get lost into the crowd. No, the opposite--he wanted to bring Altaïr into the open. ...and he hoped the man could forgive him for it.

He wondered for a brief moment where the other was leading him as he fought to catch up. Taking a turn to the left, Altaïr was met not with another alley--but a wide, open area that was populated. Shit. He could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him, civilian and guard alike scrutinizing his every move. It did not take long for him to catch the full attention of those patrolling the area, recognizing the fluttering white robes for what they were. Orders were shouted in their mother tongues and soon enough a throng of angry guards followed closely behind him, forcing Altaïr to change his path and break sight of Malik. "Assassin!" "He's getting away, after him!"

Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-25 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Malik fled into a group of startled templar, practically barreling into them before he was able to stop short. They cautiously expressed their worry--that he had gone missing, he assured them he was fine, but that he needed to return to his post. Altaïr was being pushed from his mind, for a moment, at least, until the light finally shown brighter than he could fight against.

Altaïr took a sharp turn and leapt toward a wall at full speed, grasping at protrusions with outstretched hands, launching himself upward. Boots finding dips with ease, he made a steady climb to the rooftops, regaining lost momentum once he righted himself. The guards exchanged wary glances, making their own ascension, the assassin already leaping across to other structures and over wooden beams. Archers were narrowly avoided as Altaïr maneuvered around obstacles, changing directions every so often to break the line of sight and confuse as to which path was taken. There, in the distance, a rooftop garden--he took the opportunity, diving between the threaded cloth panels, keeping his profile low and pressing against the wooden frame. He heard footsteps approach closer, then halt--a few curses, more orders--and he was in the clear, the sounds of the guards echoing away-- but it did not feel like a victory. He had lost Malik.


Anon and Anon hope you enjoy the first part of this fill. We have more on the way. Also sorry about the broken italics tag

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-26 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
Fantastic story, anon! You've got me hooked!


(Anonymous) 2010-10-26 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh God, I don't even... I can't even write what I want to say.
Just this, writer-anon. I love you. I LOVEEEE YOUUUUUUU!!
Thank you so much!! This OP is eagerly waiting for next chapt. Oh yes<3

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Extremenly promising!! By all means, keep writing

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-11-07 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, I'm really loving this fic. So much drama! I hope things work out for them. ;-;

Want this to continue like BURNING.

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I did enjoy this story so far! I do hope it'll be continued some day!

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 12:00 am (UTC)(link)

Re: Genesis [10/?]

(Anonymous) 2011-06-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)

(captcha: rancemen practice. wat.)