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"Hey everyone," Night called, "we're stopping for a few minutes," and Malik gratefully stopped and took off his pack, letting it thump to the ground and following it a few seconds later. He pulled a canteen out from his pack and took a sip, but not to much. Above him Altair was yelling in Des’ direction to get his attention and when Malik looked the teen was jogging back over to them, his steps deceptively light and he didn’t kick up even a bit of dirt. He still wasn’t sure how Rifters seemed to float over the surface of the earth, but they did and it was amazing.

As Des came towards them Altair left and Malik took another sip of his canteen. The water was tepid and disgustingly warm, feeling hotter than his own internal temperature, but it was clean, pure water which he kept sweating out. As he drank another shadow passed over him and he looked up, squinting against the sky which was unreal it was so blue and made his eyes hurt. It was Night.

“You were talking with that Rifter,” he said crouching.

“Yeah, and?”

“What did he say?” he asked looking at the brothers as Ezio shed his gear bag and rotated his arms at the shoulders. They weren’t to far away but they couldn’t hear them either since the wind was blowing their voices away.

“That bird,” Malik pointed up, eyes straining against the light, “Harpy eagle, said it was a good omen,” he shrugged.

“What else he say?”

“Nothing,” Malik took another swig before putting away his canteen and wiping his brow.

“Really? Nothing?” Night didn’t believe him.

“Yeah, nothing,” Malik glared at him, “Now drop it,” he growled. After a few seconds Night stepped away going back to his own pack to drink.

Roughly ten minutes later they were underway again, Des out in front by a good ways, his head tipped up and making his hood fall down around his shoulders, and the two warriors lagging behind by about fifty feet. Malik pulled his hat down low to help cover his face from the sun but found the brim seemed almost to small. He held back an annoyed groan and didn’t complain.

At one point they stopped to get their bearings, though the Rifters jut seemed annoyed to be stopping, as if they knew automatically where to go, like some weird homing beacon. Malik found it annoying since they could at least pretend they needed their help. Not like that would ever happen. The two that would talk to them were to proud to say they needed help from Sheep and the third didn’t even talk to them anyways. Well he talked to Malik, though barely. By the end of the day they could see the fence and it was anything but a fence.

“Fuck,” Night groaned when he saw it. Truth be told none of them had actually been to the Rift, they knew how to get there but not what the real boundaries looked like and the ‘fence’ was more like an impassable wall of barbed wire and solid bars that stopped people from getting across.

“I hope you brought wire cutters,” Altair said resting his weight on one leg comfortably as he appraised the fence with his calculating amber eyes which were hidden under the shadow of his white hood.

“Of course we did,” Night snapped.

“C’mon Night, it’s to hot to be angry right now,” Parker complained. Night grumbled under his breath. “We probably won’t make it through before dark so we should set up here, get as far as we can in what light there is and finish cutting in the morning.”

“What about the bars?” Pseudonym asked anxiously.

“We’ll worry about that once he clear a bath through the barb wire,” Parker said and dropped his pack. They followed suit and Malik drank some water enjoying how it felt, easing his parched throat.

“Lets rest for a bit-

“No,” Altair cut off Pseudonym. “We need all the light we can get,” he said, “It is cool at night and we can rest then.”

“I don’t remember when you became in charge Rifter,” Night growled.

Altair looked at him and moved so he was right on top of the blonde, “This is my world little Sheep, remember to whom you speak,” he spoke in a quiet threatening tone and Malik saw Night swallow. Then Altair backed away, “The wall isn’t a wall, it’s a maze. They make it so that we can’t get through, so it takes time and they can find us before we get into your country,” Altair said. “The bars are greased and they are buried a foot into the earth.”

“Great,” Parker sighed, “So how do we get by?”

“We find the path of least resistance, cut through what we have to and dug under,” Altair explained, “Divinus,” he called and Des who had drifted off somewhere looking at something they couldn’t see came back around. “You have the best eyes, find us a quick path.”

Des frowned at his brother and said something sadly. He saw Ezio out of the corner of his eye become stiff as he spoke. Altair put his hands on his brother’s shoulders and spoke to him till finally Des nodded. The teen pulled something out of his pocket, it looked like a small pad of paper and a pen before turning and looking at the fence. Malik wasn’t the only curious one who came around to see what he was going to do. Des kept his head down for several seconds before looking up. Malik almost fell over his own feet as he stepped backwards. He was used to seeing the Rifters’ eyes turn gold, but this was positively frightening. Des’ eyes had turned white, with a massive pupil in the very center that didn’t move, didn’t even twitch.

Altair put his hands back on his shoulders when he started to sway and with a jolt Malik realized what was happening. Des was seeing. Rapidly Malik went through what Altair had told him about prophets and their sight. It was a powerful tool and could let them see the future and the past and things that weren’t exactly what they appeared to be. But usually they needed a medium, the Animus Altair had called it, and without it it could cause permanent emotional, psychological and neural damage to the prophet that caused pain and sometimes, in extreme cases, resulted in death. Suddenly Malik felt cold despite the blistering heat as he watched Des who looked like he was writing something, or drawing, maybe, Malik wasn’t sure.

It only lasted about two minutes before with a cry that sounded very pained Des slid back into reality with force and Altair hadn’t been holding him would probably have fallen. Altair spoke in gentle and calm tones as he lowered his brother to the ground, brushing away sweat and Malik was sure he heard small sobs coming from the younger man. “Here,” Altair snatched the pad and threw it at Malik, “A map,” Malik fumbled over the pad before looking at what was on it. It indeed was a map, a maze actually and it looked impeccably drawn with perfectly strait lines.

“What’s the distance ratio?” he asked.

Ezio came up behind him and plucked the pad from Malik’s hand. “Looks like a standard one to three,” he said.

“One to three what?” Parker asked.

“Uh… crap,” he muttered. After a few seconds Ezio called to Altair who was still comforting their brother. Altair snapped the words back, sounding annoyed. “Centimeter to three meters,” he said.

“You kidding?” Night snatched the pad. “Shit this will take a while,” he said counting up the centimeters. “Parker, gimmie a pen, a red one,” he ordered and Parker handed it over. First Night traced a path with the pen closed till he had found a shot from the fence to the open ground they were on and then drew it in with the pen. “Okay, so then we’re ganna cut through these parts,” he said. “Where’s the origin?”

“Right in front of where Divinus was standing,” Ezio said his voice sounding dry. Malik doubted it had anything to do with the heat or the weather though.

“Lets get this started then,” Night announced and opened his pack pulling out a pair of heavy gloves as well wire clippers. Malik and Parker did likewise and Night quickly instructed them where to start cutting.

By the time night fell Malik’s clothes were soaked with sweat and they’d cut a path through to the barbed fence maze. That was all they could do however because they were losing sunlight and the wind was starting to pick up making it hard to see as dirt and sand stung their eyes. They wove back through the barbed wire they’d cut, now very grateful for Des’ map or it would have taken twice as long and they would have been shredded. Back with the others Des was sleeping under an extra blanket, mumbling under his breath, and Altair and Ezio were sitting on one side of the lamp that offered them light in the darkness though little else. Pseudonym was going through their packs like she was looking for something.

She looked up when they came close some of her blonde hair falling out of its practical bun when she did so and falling across her face. She quickly pushed it away. “So?” she asked.

“We cut through to the fence,” Night groaned and sat, peeling off his gloves and falling down onto his back. Parker and Malik followed suit, glad to no longer be working.

They lay there for a while, just relaxing after that work and Pseudonym shoved water into their hands and practically down their throats as well as some rations which were dry and disgusting but Malik ate anyways because he was starving.

“How the hell do you people survive out here?” Parker groaned at the Rifters now sitting up. “We haven’t even reached the Rift and no tees, no water, nothing!”

The brothers stared at him for several seconds like hawks before one spoke, “You’ll catch a chill in those wet clothes in this weather. Take them off so they’ll dry,” Ezio said.

“What?” Parker blinked. “You kidding it’s warm out.”

“It will be cooler tonight,” Ezio insisted, “and if we’re unlucky there will be a storm tomorrow.”

“Yeah, right, a storm, in this fucking hell hole,” Night said sarcastically.

“You can chose not to believe us if you want, but Divinus told us,” Altair said seriously. “If he says it will be cooler tonight it will be cool and you are all soaked through. Let your clothes dry and take a blanket. You may also want to pray to your… Father,” it was obviously a slur the way he said it, “that there is no storm. For you have never seen a storm the likes of which the Rift can produce.”

Malik believed him and quickly took off his shirt. “King you can’t honestly believe him can you?” Night demanded.

“He’s been right so far, can’t think why he isn’t now,” Malik said weighting his clothes down with some rocks so they wouldn’t blow away. “Is Divinus okay?” he asked once he’d wrapped his own blanket around his shoulders and Parker and Night were grudgingly following his example.

“He will be,” Altair said looking over at his little brother. “He just needs to rest.”

“What the hell was that anyways?” Parker asked. The Rifters didn’t answer, “Well?” they still didn’t answer, “What you’ll answer King but not me?”

“King can be trusted, you three have yet to prove yourselves,” Ezio said and the other movers looked at Malik, Night squinting at him with almost dislike.

“And how is that? You’ve just met us!” Night demanded.

“We have our ways,” Altair hissed. “To us you’re all just liabilities anyway.”

“You’d rather we be gone huh?” Night sneered.

“I’d rather you be dead,” and that made Night stiffen. Ezio smacked his brother on the shoulder. “You’re all a bunch of useless Sheep anyways. Stupid and weak and gray, slowing us down,” and he stood, “I hope you burn in hell,” he walked out into the night and Malik swallowed uncomfortably.
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Oh dear...

I get the feeling that something bad is gonna happen to those other Movers. They are acting way too biased. Course, Altair isn't helping any.

Ahh thanks. I'll be going for the suggestion in the prompt's thread that the OP liked the look of? I guess the only way it could go wrong is if it distracts me from preparing for my exam tomorrow...

I love Ezio's personality :--D He is all though and badass but still kinda like a child.

ffffffff you have made this anon very happy also, mr/ms/mrs anon

why is this pairing so hot and so right and wrong at the same time ;3;

Holy balls this is ganna be a big update...
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The next morning was blissfully warm. Malik never thought he’d be glad for the heat of the sun, but after last night he was. It had been cold, not unbearably so, but he’d wished he’d had another blanket. He woke with the sun in his eyes as it rose over the horizon and the sky and clouds were stained a blood red. He wasn’t surprised to see Ezio and Altair already up, stretching and passing a few inhumanly fast blows back and forth almost playfully. As he sat up he looked around the small camp tiredly, he was so tired of sleeping on the hard ground now, and saw the others will still asleep with Parker and Pseudonym huddled together to warmth. Night was sleeping with his back to the sun and Des was just gone. He looked around quickly suddenly fully awake but didn’t see the teen anywhere. He reminded himself that if Des had really vanished than his brothers would have been more agitated and would have woken everyone up in a bit of a panic. But they weren’t, they were calm and serene and Malik’s worry dropped to nothing.

He yawned and stood up, the blankets fell away… blankets? He’d only fallen asleep with one where had this other one come from? He shook his head in annoyance and put on his clothes which were stiff with dried sweat and sand before standing and squinting against the sun and sand.

Urgently nature called and he walked off a ways to relieve himself his eyes straying to the fence. With a start he saw someone on the other side, picking their way through the maze of barbed wire. As he zipped up his pants he realized it was Des. How had he gotten over there? The fence was almost thirty feet strait up and the bars had been greased, Malik had touched them the day before, they were practically too slick to climb. He looked back at the Rifters who were standing in the red sun, casting long shadows back over the small camp and knew they had everything to do with it.

As he returned to the others his fellow movers began to wake, Pseudonym being especially pissed Parker had cuddled up to her in his sleep. They had a light breakfast and everyone was ready for the next step by the time the sky had become blue instead of red. Altair and Ezio talked, sounding like they were planning, as they tore through their own rations without hesitation.

“Okay,” Night finally said as they cleaned up, “Now what?” he looked expectantly. He seemed much more wary of Altair now than before, with good reason obviously after his statement the night before.

“We get past the fence,” Altair said dusting off his hands, “And get as far as we can before the storm.”

“What storm?” Parker asked looking around but all he saw were puffy white cumulous clouds.

“Red sky in the morning travelers take warning,” Altair said, “Nothing is more true than out in the desert. Low pressure is coming in from the west,” he pointed, “Pray it isn’t a true sand storm and is just a wind storm, or rain.”

“Rain would almost be as bad Sicarius,” Ezio chimed in, “We could get flooded. At the least you can bunked down in a sand storm,” he frowned.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, but there is a storm headed our way,” he said. “Wind is coming this way and lets hope we don’t get caught in it.”

“You seem oftly worked up over some storm,” Night said watching both Rifters. “We have storms where we live, it isn’t that big a deal.”

“Have you ever seen a sand storm Sheep?” Altair asked with just a hint of hate, “Winds so strong that each bit of sand feels like it’s a bullet. Men far better prepared than you have gone mad, blind, or been killed in such storms. You best respect the desert, or it will gladly destroy you.” Night swallowed, “Divnius is scouting ahead for us. He’s finding a path through the other side of the wall.”

“Couldn’t he just do what he did yesterday?” Night asked.

That was really the wrong question and Malik closed his eyes when both Rifters glared at Night like they wanted to skin him alive. “No,” was all Altair growled out and everyone knew asking that had been a mistake on Night’s part. “Lets go,” he grabbed his bag and threw it over one shoulder before heading for the fence and the path they’d but through to it yesterday.

Getting to the fence was easier with wire they’d cut but there was still the barred fence. “So we dig?” Parker asked when they arrived at it.

“Yes,” Ezio said, “But first,” and he hurled his bag so it cleared the top of the fence and crashed down onto the barbed wire on the other side. “We send the bags over first,” he held his hands out for them as Altair did the same for his own.

“What about those?” Pseudonym asked when Altair left two bags on their side of the fence.

“For you when you get back,” he said.

“What’s that mean?”

“Less work for you all. You won’t be able to get them over the fence yourselves and you won’t have to carry so many over on that side,” he pointed. “When you come back just leave what you have-

“We can’t do that,” Night shot in.

“Why not?”

“Supplies-

“Those are your supplies,” Altair pointed to the bag, “and your marker so you know where to come through the fence. The less you carry on that side of the fence the better. Learn to pack light,” he said seriously. “Now we need to dig,” he nodded at Ezio who seemed to be rubbing the bars. “Aquila and I will start on the other side and you four start on this side,” he said and Malik watched with more than a little amazement as Ezio started to climb the bars.

“How is he doing that?” Parker asked also watching and sounding impressed.

“Sand and dirt on the oil, they soak it in, make the bars dry. We’ll see you on the other side,” and he followed Ezio up. Malik stared a bit opened mouth as they climbed and then from the top simply fell. For once they seemed to impact the earth and when Ezio dropped a plumb of dirt shot up and he rolled into the fall. Altair followed a few seconds later, only he did not roll.

“Okay, that was cool,” Night said.

“Dig,” Altair and Ezio dropped to their knees and dug their hands into the sand. Malik and the others quickly followed suit. By the time it was perhaps ten O’clock they had dug a hole large enough for them to slip through. Pseudonym went through first, she was the smallest and Ezio helped pull her through though it was tight for her so they dug deeper since him, Parker and Night were not exactly small like Pseudonym was.

At some point Des had come back to the fence, watching with curiosity till the three movers had crawled through the fence. The wind had picked up since they’d started and was kicking up a little sand that swirled around their ankles and tried to get up against their skin.

“So now what?” Parker asked looking out to the scape of barbed wire.

“Divinus?” Altair asked clapping his hand onto the teen’s shoulder, “Did you find us a way?” Des just nodded and padded away leading the others. Altair and Ezio grabbed up their bags before following him, Malik and the others scrambling after them till Des indeed had led them out of the wire field.

Beyond the wire field it was more of the same, endless sand and dirt that stretched on in every direction, and still the wind blew. They all knew which direction to take too, for there was only one; strait.

—

The sun was setting when the storm finally hit with a fury. They’d seen it coming from a distance and Malik felt himself ill prepared. This wasn’t a storm from his country, this was a sand storm and it howled and moaned and made them all uneasy as it surged towards them. The Rifters were prepared for it though. They tied off the ends of their clothes and wrapped the red sashes they’d worn around their waists around their faces to protect them and they also had goggles to protect their eyes from the sand which was starting to whip itself into a fevered pitch.

There was no cover for them to take shelter behind but it seemed as always that the elder brothers knew what to do. They were survivalists and that was what they were doing. They cut up one of the blankets and made scarves for the movers wrapping it so tightly around Malik’s head that all there was was a slit for Malik to see out of. The rest of the blankets became alternative sleeves and they instructed them to tie off the end of their pant legs so that sand wouldn’t get in.

“So this was why you said you hoped we were prepared,” Malik said to Altair as he helped tie a blanket around his arm. “Why the blankets?”

“The winds blow so hard that the sand can rend skin and flesh from bones sometimes.”

“Oh, lovely,” Malik swallowed, wincing as Altair tied off the binding tightly.

“It is to early in the season for such a storm. But the sand can still be painful,” he said and went to work on the other arm.

“So we’ll survive this?” he asked looking towards the column of sand and wind rushing towards them.

“Yes,” Altair said. “Aquila, are you done?” he called to Ezio who had been helping Parker.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good,” Altair stood, “The storm is still a ways away, he should keep going until we can’t anymore. When the storm hits drop, immediately or you could be blown away. Remove your pack, it will act like a sail on top of you, and put it against the wind. It will act like a buffer. I suggest putting it near your head,” Altair said in an official tone as though he was used to giving such instructions.

“How long do these storms last?” Pseudonym asked adjusting her back pack.

“It can takes hours or days for a sand storm to blow itself out-

“But at this speed it should only be over us for an hour or so perhaps,” Ezio cut in.

“Do not try to move during the storm once you’re down,” Altair called as they walked, his voice dampened by his muffler and by the wind that snatched his words away. “The wind can get under you and in some cases pick you up.”

“This sounds wonderful,” Night said sarcastically from his own wrapped up head.

“This is why you must respect the desert Night, for if you don’t it will eat you,” and they all knew what he meant.

It was surprising at the speed in which the storm did hit and as soon as Malik saw the Rifters drop he did as well, yanking off his pack and putting it into the wind by his head. Around him the wind howled like wolves, only worse, and it became dark as the sand blocked out the sun. He pressed his back into the wind and slammed his eyes shut so sand couldn’t get in.

The wind streamed over his body and he felt sand gathering up behind his back. Above the storm raged and it didn’t sound so much like wolves now as it sounded like a monstrous creature that was bearing down upon them. He opened his eyes but could see nothing, no figures, so sun, no horizon, just an endless storm of sand that washed over everything in its path.

There was no time within a sand storm and Malik didn’t know if it had been a few seconds, a few minutes or a few hours since it had come upon them. The only way he knew up from down was because he was lying on the ground but even then he was confused and disoriented. There was no sound save for the howling of the wind and the screaming of sand and nothing to see save for the drab golden-gray of the flying sand. It was like hell, maybe, or purgatory, where one was sent adrift and there was nothing until all your sins were gone. That was what the Rifters believed at least, he knew because Altair had told him and because he’d wanted to see what it was people like him believed in, what he knew his brother believed in. It was hard to find text on such an old religion, at least text that wasn’t filled with lies and fairy tales, but he’d found it.

He didn’t know if they were true stories, though he knew the Rifters believed them, and now he couldn’t help but believe a little himself. It was hard not too when so many stories spoke of their land, this vast desert beyond the Rift, as if it were alive. Something that could destroy so easily as if it were nothing yet was a paradise for those who followed the word of God. They did not want for what they already had, food was given to them and there were not famines or wars or cruelty of men. That all seemed to belong on the other side of the fence where people bought and sold other people like cattle, like animals and treated them just as poorly. There wasn’t any such thing like that for the Rifters, instead they had to rely on each other and each man had to find their own place in their world under God or else the desert would consume them for their greed or their maliciousness.

So if that was true (and he wasn’t entirely sure it was) then was the desert angry now? Angry that four people who had no purpose here were indeed here and ‘contaminating’ the endlessness of it. He trembled against his pack and tried not to think that way.

Slowly the storm began to ease, the howling fading, and soon they could see the brilliant yellow and orange and pink sky of the sunset’s afterglow. Malik sat up, throwing sand everywhere and looked around trying not to panic. He saw a few mounds that as he watched moved and burst open. “Everyone all right?” Ezio called pulling off his goggles, which were covered in grit, to get a better look around.

“Fine,” Malik called still a bit unnerved by his own thoughts as he got to his feet.

“I’m alive,” Parker called and the other two also gave sound that they were indeed all right as well. “That was… fun,” Parker said sarcastically as he shook himself of sand, dusting himself off vigorously. “That happens a lot?” he asked Ezio.

“It is the season of storms here, so yes, it does,” Ezio said also shaking off the sand. “Usually though we would have our tents to shelter in, but one cannot always have everything they need,” he shrugged. He turned back around when Altair said something as he shrugged sand off himself sitting up, though Des did not. “We’ll make camp here, it’s to dark to continue,” he added.

“Is Divinus okay?” Pseudonym asked, she’d noticed as well it seemed.

“Fine, just sleeping,” Altair said standing to further rid himself of sand and began to remove the ties at his wrists and middle and calves.

“He’s sleeping? How the hell did he sleep through that? It was like fucking banshees out there!” Night cried.

Altair shrugged but didn’t answer and Malik had a feeling it was because he didn’t actually have an answer.

—

Malik was pretty sure he’d never seen something like the Rift. He could barely even understand how something like it could even exist.

It was a canyon that stretched out before them like the roots of a tree. He could see the strata clearly on the walls, bands of orange and red and yellow and gold like an artist had painted the sides. It was unreal, totally unreal and Malik had never seen anything like it. The beauty of the Rift was awesome and it was like he was looking at something he wasn’t to see. He felt his knees shaking as he stared out across the Rift and felt it looking back into him like some ethereal eye. Next to him he heard something drop and though he didn’t look he knew that Parker next to him had fallen to his knees.

Next to him Altair sighed, though not in a tired way, or a sad way, but like he was happy. He… sounded happy and that drew Malik’s gaze away from the canyon to the Rifter next to him. He too was looking at the Rift as it bathed in the setting sun’s light and his gaze was longing and tired and just a bit happy, if anything he almost looked like he might cry from the emotions but Malik knew better than to expect that. Not from Altair at least. Then he spoke, as soft as a whisper, but Malik still heard though he did not understand. He didn’t need to understand the word though because he knew exactly what Altair had said; “home”.

—

It had been to late in the day for the Rifters to depart that day and they would in the morning. Before that happened there had been quite a bit of arguing, of which Malik was not a part of.

“We can’t just let you go,” Night was saying, “Volpe gave us express instructions that we were to see you safely home and that’s-

“You will not be crossing the Rift,” Altair said, voice firm. “Unless you wish to never see your home again. Is that what you want?”

“So what, you wouldn’t let us go?” Night demanded acting all high and mighty.

“My brothers and I? Gladly. Our people? Never. You are intruders in our country and if you came with us we’d eventually be found by a traveling clan and they would see what you know, if you are dangerous they would kill you.”

“But we aren’t,” Parker said.

“Then you would be presented before the Inquisition and they would rip your minds apart. You would not remember who or what you are or were and you would be nothing but a shell. You people may not be dangerous but you are valuable, you know the inside workings of your country as well as any priest and that makes you valuable. Once they are done you’d be tossed aside and back into the desert, food for the buzzards and snakes,” Altair said. “Perhaps if it was one person we could stop them, but four of you? You are to great a threat to let go. We are secretive for a reason and like the desert once we have you, we don’t let go.”

There was silence in the camp and nobody spoke. Malik looked between the other movers, they all seemed ill at ease. “So, we just have to let you go on alone?” Parker finally asked.

“It is best. If you cross the Rift… there is nothing for you out there but suspicion,” Ezio said. “In case you haven’t noticed we aren’t exactly friendly.”

“No, we hadn’t,” Night said sarcastically.

“We have good reason not to be when most people who come out here are here to kill our families,” Night looked down shamefully. “We aren’t telling you because we’re bad people, we’re telling you so you do not die.”

“Okay,” Night sighed, “You’ll go on alone and we’ll tell Volpe we took you as far as you allowed.”

“Good,” Altair nodded. “Consolidate your packs to two bags,” he said.

“Why?”

“That is all you are taking with you.”

“What!?” Parker yelled, “You can’t be serious,” but when Altair looked at him it was obvious he was. “Why?”

“You have no noticed, but we are not alone. We haven’t been since the sand storm. There are… Rifters, following us, watching us, even now,” Altair said and they all paled and looked around in the dark. “They haven’t attacked yet but they are wary that we’re so close to the Rift. No doubt they’re wondering what we’re up to. Take only two packs you need the rest you will leave here as an offering of good will.”

“But that’s crazy. We haven’t seen anyone at all,” Pseudonym exclaimed.

“We aren’t seen unless we want to be seen,” Des suddenly supplied. “This is an old word you people used to call us before the great division between the world,” everyone was staring at him. “I can’t remember the word now, for it is old and tired but it still means the same thing; those who hide in plain sight. If we wished it we could be in the same room, feet from you, and you wouldn’t know until we wanted you to know.”

“And by then you were usually dead,” Altair finished. “Those following us are warriors, built and bred, you would not see them until they were cutting your throats,” and Pseudonym put her hand up to her neck as she swallowed uncomfortably. “But,” he added, “we are not unreasonable. If you leave and leave your things here and show that you do not mean harm of that you have no intention of coming with us, they will leave you be.”

Again there was silence, “Sounds fair,” Malik finally said since no one else was saying anything, “We’ll just have to pack wisely.”

“Water is more important than food or warmth,” Ezio said, “Pack accordingly,” and that was all they got out of the two Rifters really. Busily Malik and the others emptied all the back packs and put all the water they could into one of them and the other they put in the blankets, food and some other items they needed to help them. When they were done there was still plenty of stuff and it was shoved into the remaining three packs. Once they were done it was very dark out and the wind made strange noises through the Rift.

Like they had since they’d crossed the fence Altair said they’d be keeping watch, Altair would take the first shift and Ezio would the second. Malik offered to take it with Altair and the Rifter did not complain as everyone else got ready to bed, curling into blankets to fight off the cool nights.

Altair sat just on the outside of the main lamp they’d set up in the camp so not to get totally snuck up upon, though it was set to a low setting so everyone could sleep, sort of like fire light. Malik sat next to him feeling out of place next to Altair’s perfect stillness.

Finally after a while he spoke, “Are there really other Rifters out there? Following us?” he asked.

“Yes,” Altair said.

“You can see them? In the dark?”

“There is nothing to dark that I cannot see through,” Altair said looking at him, his eyes seeming to momentarily flash gold and Malik immediately understood what he meant. Even in darkness he could see them because they shown like blue torches in he darkness. “I bet they think you’re one of us,” he laughed dryly.

“Really?”

“From a distance,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” Malik bit his lower lip. “You said the other day you wished we were dead,” he said slowly, “Yet here you are taking care of us.”

Altair rocked back and caught himself on his arms. Malik looked him over as his hood flopped down around his shoulders and frowned slightly. “I am a warrior,” he said lowly, “I live by the Creed. It says that one does not take the lives of the innocent, one does not allow them to come needlessly into harm’s way. I may not like you or your country and I may wish many things, but I will always abide by the Creed,” he turned to look at Malik, “It is all I have and all that protects you people from us when we are sent to kill those who earn a feather.”

“Would you kill me?” Malik asked.

“I have no reason to,” Altair huffed looking away, “You are an innocent-

“I am not,” Malik scowled at him.

“To the Creed you are, and that is what matters.”

“And what makes someone not innocent?” he demanded.

“When they harm us, when they intend to hurt our people, our way of life,” Altair said softly. “Then they become our enemies and we destroy them.” Malik frowned but said nothing, “Be glad you are an innocent Malik, and that your friends are innocent, or they would not leave this place alive.”

“What about you? Are you innocent then?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he sighed and looked up, “I kill people. I hurt people. I will be rewarded in the end, but I am no innocent.”

Malik thought on that, he’d never thought of it like that. People called Rifters monsters, terrorists, murderers, cannibals (which he knew was probably he furthest from the truth), and so much more and so few actually stopped and thought why it was they did what they did. They did not kill by choice, they did so out of need. Need to protect what was important to them while the people of Malik’s country were busy trying to kill the heretics and the monsters. It was a terrible cause and effect really and Malik felt wretched for being a part of it.

Malik watched the moon arc across the sky, leaning back onto his arms like Altair was, trying to work up the courage to speak again, to ask what he’d been meaning to ask the entire time. It just seemed like it was never the right moment because Altair and Night were either fighting or the Rifters stayed away from them.

Finally, when it was getting closer to the time for Ezio to keep watch Malik finally said it. “Altair,” he said drawing his attention, Altair just grunted, “You said the Rifters watching us probably think I’m one of you,” he said. Altair nodded slowly and scratched at the growing hair on his chin from a week without shaving. Malik swallowed and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Altair turned to him, looking curious, no doubt wondering where Malik was going with this. “I… could I come with you?” he finally blurted out.

Altair blinked and looked genuinely surprised. “Why would you want to do that?” he asked, “You have a life back in your own country.”

“I know but,” he looked down not knowing exactly what to say. “It isn’t like I like it there. I’m afraid all the time someone will find me and other than Leo I don’t have friends outside of the movers.”

“And?” Altair knew that wasn’t all.

“I thought I could see my brother,” he admitted, he was glad for the darkness because he could feel heat creeping up to his cheeks when he said his next words, “And maybe we could-

“There is nothing for you beyond the Rift Malik,” Altair said not looking at him and huffing a loud sigh. “Kadar isn’t your brother, he is one of us, a warrior, an Assassin,” the word was foreign to Malik. “He has no place in your life and you no place in his.”

“You would say that. What about your own bro-

“If it was my brother who had turned into a Sheep?” Altair asked and turned to him again, amber eyes sharp, “I would be glad he could live peacefully without conflict and pray he was happy.”

“That’s such a lie,” Malik spat.

“Tell me I’m lying,” Altair said seriously and Malik tried to, but he couldn’t, Altair was totally serious. “As for the other part,” he looked forward again, “I was just using you.”

“What?”

“Don’t sound surprised, it makes me feel bad,” Altair frowned. “I was doing what I would do to anyone who would help me find my brother. You were just easier to manipulate,” Malik stared at him and felt his mouth go uncomfortably dry.

“You dick,” was all Malik could think to say and realized how intelligent he sounded.

Altair looked at him almost crossly, “You didn’t actually believe I meant any of those kisses did you?” he asked, “You’re a Sheep Malik.”

“I’m still a fucking person!” he practically yelled. Nearby someone grunted in their sleep and turned over.

“True,” Altair nodded, “But you could help me and I had to do what I had to to make sure he was safe, even if that meant hurting someone,” he didn’t seem sorry and that was the worst part and Malik wanted to yell at him, to hit him and make him hurt as much as he hurt then. Malik turned away from him, furious and humiliated beyond any doubt. “I said before Malik, I hurt people, and that’s why I’m not innocent,” he said to Malik’s back and Malik tried to not hear him.
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Hmm... I thought I'd written more than that.

I can just feel all the Alt/Mal shippers reading this hating me right now. *cackles*
I'll just save you the future heart break in the next chapter (and you thought it couldn't get worse); there are no happy endings.

*screw anon-ing!*
Christ, I can't get enough!
Tug at my heart again and AGAIN why don't you!
(I'm such a masochist...)

Nice and thanks!

ALTAIR YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! HOW DARE YOU HURT MALIK!!! X( I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!

Awww. Poor Malik. I wanna have him meet Kadar! ;A; Hmmm...No happy endings? That's okay. Sometimes it works better without a happy end. (I have a feeling that I'm gonna cry.)

Malik was facing east when the sun rose. He had not slept that night, he didn’t even try. His mind would not let him because all he could think of was how stupid he was. It had been shortly after what Altair had said that he’d woken Ezio and the younger Rifter had taken up the watch. He’d tried to talk to Malik but Malik didn’t reply to him or even make motion that he’d heard. If Altair could pretend so easily how effortless would it be for Ezio to just fake his own good nature and friendliness? The idea made him sick to his stomach.

He heard Ezio stand up beside him and stretch, working the kinks out of his back from a long night sitting and keeping watch. “Hey King,” Ezio nudged him with his boot once he’d finished his stretching and Malik could hear the others waking as well, called from sleep by the harsh light of the sun. Malik finally turned to him, looking up into the shadow of Ezio’s hood. A frown creased his face and Ezio crouched, “Are you okay Malik?” he asked in a soft voice so the others couldn’t hear.

“Perfect,” he growled.

Ezio’s brows furrowed, “Did my brother say something to upset you?” he asked.

“What do you care?” he snapped.

His frowned deepened, “You are a friend, I should care.” Malik just made a disgusted noise in his throat and looked away, staring right at the sun. “Malik?”

“Right a friend,” he said sarcastically, “I thought I was just something to be used and tossed out once I’d finished being useful,” hurt and anger showed in his voice but he didn’t care.

“Did Altair said that?” he asked and Malik’s silence was his answer, “Please don’t think that way. Both Altair and I are grateful for your help, without you we probably would not be here, or else Des would probably be dead,” and Malik frowned deeply now. “If he said anything that upset you I am sorry, he’s just under a lot of stress at the moment.”

“And how is that?” he turned, riding on the anger. “Soon you’ll be back where you belong.”

“Yes, but we could still be attacked,” that startled Malik and the confusion must have shown on his face, “We’re still strangers to the others watching us,” he said, “He’s worried we’ll be attacked and worried you four won’t make it back to the fence.”

“No he isn’t,” Malik growled meaning the second part.

Ezio sighed and sat down next to him, “Let me tell you something Malik,” he said looking at the sun which had finally and fully breached the horizon as an orange ball. “I know what my brother did, about your agreements,” Malik felt his cheeks burn in humiliation. “He did what he had to, because that’s really all he knows. We, he and I, came from a family, a people, where no matter what, you must always protect those that need protecting. Altair knows that and that’s what he’s doing, personal feelings aside of anything that is all my brother knows how to do, protect people till his death. We also keep our promises, no matter what, because without them our society falls apart and five years ago he promised me and Desmond that even if he died accomplishing it he would make sure we both got home.

“When we return Altair won’t have anything,” Ezio sighed. “We had another brother you know, my elder brother, Altair’s twin,” Malik stared at him, Altair had never said anything like that. “Without him, Altair might as well be nothing,” he said seriously, “His skills are halved and so is his value. Still though,” he huffed a little sigh, “he hasn’t died and hasn’t broken his promise and is really just holding on there. He doesn’t look it though does he?” he asked turning to Malik. Malik shook his head in agreement and Ezio looked back at the sun. “He was to busy keeping us safe that he never got to mourn really. And now, we’re going home and he’s afraid. He won’t have a purpose anymore because we’ll be safe.” Malik looked down feeling guilty but trying not to. He hadn’t known anything about this, absolutely nothing. “So know that whatever he did to you, whatever he said, it was to keep everyone safe, even you, because that’s all he knows how to do and to him that’s his entire purpose. If he fails then he is lost.”

They sat in a strange silence as Malik digested Ezio’s words trying to reconcile those words with what Altair had said to him and his own feelings. “He shouldn’t have to carry such a burden,” he finally said quietly.

“Yet he carries it gladly,” Ezio said, “As I would if he was gone, as our other brother would have if he was here in Altair’s stead, as your own brother would if he was in this position,” Malik looked at him.

“Altair said you knew my brother,” Malik said.

“I did. He was a good warrior, strong and perfectly capable. But I’m sorry, he never mentioned you,” and Malik’s heart sank further.

“Aquila,” Altair called and Ezio turned to look before getting to his feet and leaving Malik to finish watching the sun rise into the sky.

—

He could feel Night’s impatience and annoyance when the Rifters were finally ready to leave. Altair was reminding them what they should do and only Night seemed pissed he was doing it. Before Malik would have seen it as cocky confidence to remind them that they were useless. Now though, after what Ezio said, he saw it differently. Altair was reminding them so that he didn’t have their deaths over his head should something go wrong.

“Is that all?” Parker asked, unlike Night he was actually paying attention and was attentive.

“That is all we can do,” Altair said with a slight, tired, sigh. It was only now on this day that Malik realized how tired Altair sounded, how bone weary he was as if he just wanted to crawl into bed and never wake up again. “Get to the fence as quickly as you can for once you leave us you’ll be on your own.” He’d said the movers leaving them, not the other way around and what Ezio had said struck another cord. Altair was a protector and even if he might not like them he was doing everything he could to protect himself, Night, Parker and Pseudonym.

“And what about you three? You aren’t taking any supplies,” Pseudonym asked worriedly.

“Our fellows will find us before we’re in need of them once we’re beyond the Rift. They will supply,” Altair said.

“Not even water though?”

“Worry for yourselves,” Altair said annoyedly.

Pseudonym frowned but nodded, “Okay,” she said softly, “Lets go you guys,” she said. Night needed very little invitation and turned without any hesitation and left, saying nothing. “Safe passage,” Pseudonym said smiling sadly at them and turned as well.

“Safety and Peace,” Ezio replied as Parker turned. Malik stayed for a moment longer before following as well and he heard the Rifters head towards the great canyon before them. He looked down as he walked beating himself up for this and when he looked back he saw them nearing the edge and he stopped, rooted in place. He turned to the movers who hadn’t noticed he’d stopped but when he went back to the Rifters he saw that Altair had stopped and was staring at him hard, as if to say ‘go on already’. He knew Altair wouldn’t leave until he actually started after the others because that was how he was, he would make sure everything was as it should be.

He took a step toward the Rift and then another till he was walking back to the edge of the canyon. “What are you doing?” Altair demanded and he saw from the corner of his eyes Ezio and Des stop and turn as well. Malik stopped in front of him and looked up at him and he could see Altair’s eyes in the dark shadow of his hood. “You do not belong here Malik,” he growled.

“I know,” he said swallowing and felt sweat trickle down the side of his neck in the heat. Altair just gave him a hard look before his face washed over with shocked surprise when Malik reached up, pulled him down a pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry,” he whispered and let him go before turning and walking away quickly. He told himself not to look back, to not look back, to not look back.

But he did, a quick glance over his shoulder. Altair was still standing there looking shocked and maybe a little bewildered. Then in that moment he looked away from Malik and followed his brothers. Malik looked forward again swallowing thickly and taking off his glasses because he suddenly couldn’t see out of them as they blurred the world around him. It took him almost to long to realize that it wasn’t his glasses that were making everything blurry though when he felt something wet slide down his cheek as everything he’d wanted vanished over the edge of the Rift.
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The Revelations trailer put me into an insanely good mood. Hence the shortist and not so heart breaking update. I dunno... maybe? I mean I was ganna make it a lot sadder, decided not to :3

Altaïr dragged the cloth slowly and carefully over the blade once more, peering at the polished metal revealed with a sharp and critical eye. Scuff marks scratched into the side blurred the face of his reflection and his lip curled as he rubbed at them to no avail.

For an hour now he had been cleaning and polishing his blades, having retired to his quarters out of boredom and for feeling too warm to wear robes and armour and too paranoid to shed them and bare his flesh. But sat in his room he had the perfect view of both the door and the small window, and whilst the air was still enough for him to detect movement the thick stone walls kept it cool despite a lack of a breeze. He had stripped himself down to only his breeches and sat himself cross legged on his bedroll comprised of straw, rugs and down-stuffed cushions, pulling his belt towards him and piling up his blade kit from the small chest at the foot of his cot. He had begun his ritualistic method of cleaning his weaponry close to an hour ago, treating each knife like it was worth a fortune in his cloth-covered fingers and then returning them gently to their leather pouches.

There was a strangled cry from outside of his window, echoing starkly off of the walls of Masyaf and within his own Spartan room. He pushed himself from his place to stretch his legs and roll his shoulders, peering through the slot in the thick stone and down towards the training ring. The two students fought on, not visibly hurt, but directly below his window, the wall where he had once been taught to climb, a crowd gathered. Poor sod had probably twisted his ankle or wrist. Altaïr snorted to himself. What an imbecilic thing to let happen. Injuring yourself during escape or during a mission was more likely to lead to your death than standing and fighting. Wounds were hazardous; easily infected and they acted like a retardant, opening blind spots that would not exist otherwise. Creating a certain sluggishness in movements. Altaïr would never make such a careless mistake. He was sure of it. It would not only compromise himself but also the Brotherhood should he be caught and interrogated.

Then again, he somehow found it unlikely that, should he ever be put in such a situation, he would be defeated even then. He had gone to his quarters after an unsatisfying slew of easily beaten opponents, after all. Just once, he though quite arrogantly, he would like to feel challenged. Physically. Mentally. Mentally. It seemed that only a few people who still entered the training area could provide him with entertainment, and currently they all seemed to be out of commission. Rauf was on a mission in Damascus, Habib had been found dead just under a week ago and buried three days prior, Zakiy was also out on a mission with his work partner Bishr in Acre and Malik, though not having beaten him in the ring for over a month now but still possessing a brutal stubbornness that had Altaïr keyed up at mere thought, was injured and studying scrolls rather than honing physical skills. Anyone else that sprung to mind had risen above the need to train daily, their robes now a lighter shade and something Altaïr strove towards with single-minded determination.

He took one last lingering look at the crowd below as a young novice, aided by another, hopped towards the fort entrance, and turned, swiftly taking his place back on his bed and picking up the blade he was working on. A fwip and clank followed by a sudden burst of air signalled a knife flying past. He rolled onto his feet, spreading his legs to shoulder width and bending his knees, holding the blade in his hand at face level as he sought the source of the attack. In dark, scholar robes and one armed, dagger already caught in a strong and practised grasp, the intruder stood, eyes narrowing intensely. Blood beaded and dripped from a small wound in Altaïr's arm. He had met his challenge.

GAH! Just tear out my heart, why don't ya? At least it wasn't too depressing but is there no chance of even a snippet of happy ending? Like Altair and Malik running off into the Rift sunset? *major puppy eyes* (yeah, I'm that lame that I want to see them run off into a sunset together no matter how out of character it would be for the both of them)

Also, this is the first time I've reviewed Clipped and I just wanted to say I love this and I love you for your creativeness. The three lads as 'savage, beastly' warriors. YUM! *insert 'dat' face*

Off topic, the Revelations trailer was amazing. I had to hold in a squeal when I saw Altair! :D

I was almost crying anon, almost (I didn't want to wake up my family with my sobs...xD). But still...oh God, I second what that fellow anon said, why not a happy ending? I can't bear to see Malik like this. He deserves some happiness ;_;

Malik felt unbelievably tired when he he went up to the door and knocked. As he waited he ran his hand along his jaw, feeling the familiar stubble of a day old shave. He was so tired. It had taken a bit longer to get home than it had to actually get out to the Rift and now Malik just wanted to sleep. He couldn’t though because whenever he closed his eyes phantoms were projected on his eyelids. It was either that last glimpse he’d had of Altair or the day they’d crossed the fence. They’d been all happy to almost be home, just a few more days when Parker had noticed them.

Five of them standing in the distance like pure white sentinels against the gray-yellow sand and dirt. Their forms had been a bit hazy in the heat but they all knew what they were looking at: Rifters. Even from the distance Malik could make out their white hoods and red sashes which stood out against the background and he repressed a shiver. They’d been following them the entire time and only now had they decided to show themselves, just like the brothers had said.

“Fuck me,” Night had muttered staring at them. “Lets go before they decide to climb the fence,” and they’d left.

That had been five days ago and now Malik was back in the capital of his own home and fighting his body’s urge to become horizontal. He’d been glad to be home when he first reached it and had showered off two weeks of filth and sand and dirt and shaved off the beard he was cultivating. That had been yesterday though and he hadn’t slept last night.

Finally the door in front of him opened and Salai’s curious eyes met his striking immediately into worry. “Hello Salai,” he said softly swaying a little from fatigue. Not only had he not slept last night but he hadn’t slept very well at all on the way back or since they’d left the Rift. “Is Leo home?” Salai nodded, “May I come in?” again Salai nodded and quickly pulled him inside, ushering him to the living room where Leo was as well as two people Malik recognized and disliked at least one of them with a passion.

Salai cleared his throat loudly and drew everyone’s attention. “Haven’t you taught that pet of yours not to interrupt?” one of them asked and Malik glared at him.

“This pet is announcing Leo’s best friend’s presence, so kindly keep your thoughts to yourself Lorenzo,” he spat, even though he had nothing against the man the other pissed him off enough for the both of them.

“Malik please,” Leo jumped to his feet to went to him, “I am sorry Lorenzo, please excuse my friend, he’s just returned from a very long trip.”

“Oh he has?” William asked raising his brows at him, “It must have been quite a trip if he wasn’t even there for his friend’s grand opening,” he sneered and Malik refrained the urge to punch him in the face. William Montferrat was one of the most well known kennel owners in the entire trade. He owned more kennels than anyone and Malik enjoyed destroying his the most, and it had nothing to do with the fact that his parents had originally sold him to a Montferrat kennel.

“If you’ll excuse me gentlemen,” and Leo dragged him away. “Malik what is the matter with you?” he hissed once they were out of ear shot, “Those men are my guests and my patrons.”

“I’m sorry Leo,” he said tiredly, and for a moment Leo seemed to be about to smile, “but I could care less.” Leo’s brow furrowed with an upset frown.

“What’s gotten into you?” he demanded softly.

“I’m tired,” he sighed.

“Then go home and sleep,” Leo said almost scolding him. Then Malik’s face fell, “Malik? Is something wrong?” and he gave a little startled yelp when Malik hugged him tightly. “Malik?” he asked now sounding very worried when Malik pressed his face into his shoulder

“I’m glad to be home,” Malik said wondering why his words tasted so incredibly sour.

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