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Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 13b
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)He had no idea where he was. He had no idea what time it was. The room was dark and cold and Malik was cuffed to a chair, his wrists raw by now and his back ached terrible while his legs hurt from cramps. He could hardly remember anything, he just kept falling in and out of unconsciousness. When the door opened he startled, eyes narrowed as light fell into the small room, blinding him. Feet moved over the ground and Malik heard the rattling of metal, the sound of guns being carried.
“Up you go”, came the voice and tears were running down his cheeks, the light hurting his eyes since he hadn't seen it for so long now and his hands became loose, fingers curling around his shoulder and pulling him upwards. “He wants to see you now”, they whispered into his ear and before he was even able to move his hands, they were pulled behind his back once more and Malik was tied up again. It wasn't like as if he couldn't fight – he could. But right now he was too confused as if he could act and maybe it was because he hasn't been active for the last five years, maybe he'd gotten lazy. He didn't know what it was that held him back and made them follow. Maybe curiosity. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on, he just wanted to make it out of this with no harm. His vision returned slowly, two guards walking by his sides, framing him and pushing him down a long, barely lit hall. The walls were gray, the light flickering and shining down on him from old fluorescent tubes. Malik watched the guards from the corner of his eyes and there seemed something odd about them, something off as if the picture wasn't right. The back of his head was tingling, the hair on his arms standing to end and Malik felt cold, the sick feeling of something bad about to happen engulfing him like thick, tough honey, sticking on to him and not letting go.
They reached an elevator and the doors opened, Malik and both guards stepping inside. He couldn't tell if they were going up or down, the elevator hardly making a sound at all and he could barely feel it moving. It took a few more turns, more halls they were walking down until they finally reached their destination and Malik was brought into a rather large room, empty expect for a desk with a computer on it and something that looked like a... solarium cabin? Seriously?
They stopped a few feet short of a man and a woman, the both of them wearing white coats. She wore her hair in a high bun and he thought it made her look older than she probably was. She eyed him uncertain and he could tell she was fucking nervous while the man just stood there, arms crossed behind his back wearing a huge -probably faked- smile, gray hair and glasses riding low his nose. The guards didn't leave but stood slightly behind him, their hands on their guns and Malik gulped audibly. Only now did he see that there was a second man laying and it was-
Him.
“Altair”, Malik whispered, his lips barely moving but the man heard him, his smile even widening. “Mr. al-Sayf”, he greeted him, arms spread to each side of his body in a welcoming gesture. The woman -and Malik could barely call her that because she looked like a frightened teenager at the moment- picked up a folder, skipping through it and pretending to read the papers inside.
“I'm Dr. Vidic.”
Malik's head snapped up and his eyes were set onto him. He recognized that voice. “It's you”, he muttered, his voice growing deeper, fingers curling into a tight fist and he gritted his teeth. “It's you”, he snarled again, wanting to take a step forwards but one of the guards simply put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Malik didn't try to go further as the man stroke with his thumb over his gun.
“Of course it's me”, Vidic smiled and he beckoned Malik forwards. “Come on... don't be shy. I trust you to not doing anything stupid, yes?” No he wouldn't – Malik knew though he was good, he was really good when it came to fighting, hell, he'd been on two tours to Iraq, he knew how to fight! But he also knew when it was better to keep low and right now it seemed to be the better choice to just do what he were told.
“No I won't”, he said and held his chin up high, his back straightening while he put his arms behind his back. Just show these fuckers he wasn't intimated by them.
“Good, good”, Vidic nodded. He gestured behind him, pointing at the strange looking table with the man trapped inside. “You remember him then, I take it? I think I just heard you say his name...” Malik followed his gesture, his eyes roaming over the body and his gaze stopped at his hands. He counted ten fingers and that didn't seem to be right.
“I- I think”, he muttered softly and maybe it was wrong even answering him but Malik didn't understand anything of this and he just wanted answers – maybe the best way to get them was to pretend. “His name”, Malik looked up at Vidic, “his name is Altair.”
Vidic's smile grew cruel and the woman stood up behind him, eying Malik over the Doctor's shoulder. She stepped closer still, leaning towards his ear. “He's going to wake soon”, she whispered and yet Malik could understand her words very well. “He's going to think he's still in France.”
Vidic nodded and while she seemed to be at the brink of a meltdown, he wasn't worried at all. “Good”, he nodded. “Let me show you how to control a monster, Ms. Stillman. Mr. al-Sayf?” Vidic rose his chin and his eyes bore into Malik's. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 14a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)“Bullshit.”
Malik snorted at Vidic, his face twisted in a mask of disbelieve. Vidic beckoned at him, inviting him to come closer but Malik refused. Disgust settled like thick liquid metal in his stomach, hot and burning him from the inside. He watched the woman, Stillman, walking around the table and crouching down next to the man's side, her fingers brushing over his bound wrists in an almost loving gesture. The sight sickened him and his anger grew as he watched her touching him like something close to a lover and he knew it wasn't right, wasn't right for her to touch him like that as she held no right when she did so much wrong to him.
“You know this man, don't you?” Vidic smiled at him and Malik shook his head, his chest heaving underneath rising rage. “You know his name and you remember his face, but you just don't know why.” It made Malik realize just how sick the man really was for believing Malik already had lived a life, reincarnated a few hundred years later only for fate to come back crushing down on him, finishing something which started in the late 11th century. He laughed at Vidic, dry and short like the bark of a dog. “'course I know him. Met him on my way back home the other day. He's just another face I meet when riding the train”, he told him nonchalantly though he could tell Vidic looked right through his act. His words had made sense in a strange way but he yet refused to believe them.
“Sir, he's-”
“Let him”, Vidic cut through Stillman's words. “Mr. al-Sayf here will tell him that everything is alright. He will tell him that he's working for us. Isn't that correct?”, he smiled at Malik and it made him just the more angry.
“And why would I do that?”
Now Vidic shook his head in a manner of pity. “Because we'll kill him otherwise”, he said and the way how his voice sounded made Malik realize he wasn't kidding, wasn't kidding at all. It wasn't all though and he braced himself for what has yet to come.
“You'd kill him?”, he pondered and his eyebrows met the line of his hair. “He's quite valuable, isn't he? And you'd just kill him? I don't think so.”
“Ah, aren't you a clever young man”, Vidic chuckled and he walked towards Malik until he was just an arm's length away from him. “We would drug him further, keep him in the Animus for a couple of weeks more, learning what we want to learn and then kill him. He's like a wild dog, Mr. al-Sayf and wild dogs need to be put down.”
“So it's just that easy for you? Then what do you need me for?” It sounded like as if they would get whatever they wanted no matter what Malik would or wouldn't do so... Vidic keeping him here didn't make sense at all.
“No”, Vidic smiled still and Malik knew he walked right into his trap. “You're right, we don't need you for that and it would be indeed a pity to kill somebody as talented and skilled as him. You're going to tame him of course”, he concluded.
“What you did is called kidnapping”, Malik told him in a low voice while his eyes narrowed. “You have no right keeping me here, you have no right doing... that to him him.” He gestured towards Altair and Stillman.
Altair groaned again and he pulled at his bindings, Stillman's fingers flying over his wrists to untie him. Maybe she was suicidal for doing so.
“No, what I did is called necessary for saving what's left of this pitiful world. This is just the end of a war which should have been over a very long time ago.”
“He's waking-”, she started but Vidic lifted his hand, hushing her. “There's not much time left, Mr. al-Sayf. I'm afraid you have no real saying in this anyway”, and now Vidic was finally cutting to the chase.
Malik saw the movement from the corner of his eyes before he heard Stillman's surprised gasp. Altair's hands moved, fingers curling around the woman's wrist as he reached for her before his eyes flew open. She watched in horror while Vidic smiled still, walking around the desk and opening a drawer. He pulled something out which looked like a gun but Malik knew it didn't held deadly bullets as it was a tranquilizer gun. So he was prepared after all.
“This could get ugly”, Vidic told him and his smile didn't fit the situation at all as Altair woke. Within the blink of an eye he was up and jumping off the table, pulling the woman down to the ground with him. He knelt there for a whole of two seconds, eyes dilated and blown wide searching the room and his gaze settled on Malik before it flickered over to Vidic. “Easy there”, the Doctor told him as if he was talking to a wild animal and maybe Altair really was. He kept staring at Vidic while the woman slowly came back to life, pushing herself off the ground and crawling away from Altair, seeking cover behind the table as she probably knew better what would happen within the next seconds. Maybe she wasn't suicidal after all.
Vidic took small steps closer to Altair, aiming the gun at him. “Now... this must seem very confusing but I believe your friend here will explain everything. Isn't that right Mr. al-Sayf?” His voice was bitter sweet, like venom eating its way through Malik's veins right down to his bones. Altair snarled at him, gritting his teeth and Vidic was almost close enough to reach for him. It was the moment Malik stepped into action, acting on instincts not knowing why the words came to his mind he was about to say. He didn't want him to do anything stupid, thought it was better for him to first understand what was going on. They could figure a way out of this mess later but he feared if Altair would act like the trapped animal he currently was it would end in his doom.
“Safety and peace, Brother”, he said slowly, his hand coming up and he held it in front of his body and Altair blinked, some of the confusion inside his eyes melting.
“That's right boy”, Vidic whispered and licked over his lips, walking closer still. “Everything's alright-”
Altair shot up, his shoulder meeting Vidic's outstretched arm, the gun falling from his fingers and landing in a loud clatter on the ground. His forehead met Vidic's, knocking him down within a second and Altair was crossing the small distance separating him from Malik with long steps, almost throwing him to the ground when he pulled Malik behind the desk, crouching down and seeking cover as they heard Stillman cursing, shifting and reaching for the gun. There was blood on Altair's brow and Malik peered up from the desk, watching Vidic laying on the ground with blood coming from his nose. He saw the woman's blond hair sticking out from behind the table when she was taking cover.
“What is this?”, Altair whispered with his back pressed against the furniture, his fingers curled tightly around Malik's bicep and he sounded breathless. He was speaking Arabic, old, ancient Arabic of which Malik hardly understood a word. He hadn't spoken it for too long and the accent was thick.
“What's going on?”, Altair roared and Malik just looked at him, witnessing the madness unleashed, whirling in dark clouds behind Altair's eyes. “Malik! Novice!”
It was the lost key setting things back into motion. Malik blinked and old faded memories returned in bright colors, long lost ghosts hunting him, taunting him. A lost arm, brother, title... Altair, the bitter taste of betrayal making him almost gag. He remembered an old church, a market place and the sharp pain of steel cutting through his finger, screams piercing his soul and pain collapsing over his body like a wave, dark eyes forcing their way into his vision, a face -Abbas- the last he saw before the blade came rushing down, cutting through skin, muscles and bones -
Malik gasped as if he was drowning, finally breaking through the surface of thick black memories, taking deep inhales of much needed air. “Templars”, he whispered at Altair and he felt another personality inside of him, fingers pushing against his mind trying to throw him down in order to take over. Malik resisted and held his place, fighting to stay in charge. He watched panic crawling over Altair's face before it was replaced by something else, by something much more frightening, terrifying. Altair searched his eyes and held Malik's gaze, his fingers squeezing the man's arm as grim determination settled in, bringing calmness as well. Apparently Altair had understood the word and he knew Malik's face, remembered him and while he didn't understand what the fuck was going on at least the looked into the familiar eyes of the man he trusted with his life.
“We're going. Now”, Altair told him and he looked upwards, Malik following his gaze and he saw the small opening in the ceiling Altair was looking at, nodding.
“Mr. al-Sayf, please!” It was the woman and he heard her fumbling with the gun, re-loading it. “They won't let you leave just,... please, let me explain?”
Malik placed his arm over Altair's chest, holding him back and pushing him down to the ground again. He locked his eyes with Altair's telling him in a silent way to just wait a few seconds longer. When none of them answered, when none of them moved, she kept on going.
“It's true what Dr. Vidic said, you are your ancestor's reincarnation, you are him. Just like Altair. Altair was inside the Animus, his memories of his time as an assassin got triggered and erased the ones he has from his modern life. He probably won't remember anything of this world and it will leave him very confused, making him a very dangerous man. Your own memories, Mr. al-Sayf, will return soon and you will see all of this is going to make some sort of strange sense. There's no need to fight, please. You can't make it out by your own, but you can make it out when you let me help you.”
Altair tried to get up again but Malik held him back once more and stood up himself. He felt Altair's eyes burning into his back, hot rage radiating in waves off his body. “You fool! She's tricking us, don't you see?”
Malik slowly turned towards her, saw her crouching behind the table with her back pressed against it and the gun tight in her hands. “You want to help us?”, he asked her softly and she turned her head, her eyes meeting Malik's. She nodded.
“My name's Lucy Stillman. I'm working undercover, I'm no Templar.”
Malik's shoulders tensed. “I don't believe you one word”, he said as he watched her slowly standing up, the gun loosely between her fingers now, pointing down to the ground.
“I can understand, I don't judge you. But you don't have a chance in hell without me. You can't trust me but you also don't have a choice here.” Vidic groaned to her feet, his leg twitching and Lucy's eyes bore back into Malik's when she looked up again. “I can show you the way out”, she told him, her look hard and determined.
Altair's fingers found Malik's wrist and he pulled him slightly down, his lips close to his ear. “Don't trust her”, he hissed, “she's one of them.”
“I don't”, Malik told him as he looked down on Altair, “but she's right”, and he pulled his arm free from his grasp. He nodded at her. “Alright. We'll go with you.”
“Malik!”, Altair hissed again but Malik ignored him and instead whirled him back to his feet by grabbing him underneath the arm. He stood close to Altair, their eyes almost on the same level. “You don't trust her, alright, but you trust me”, he told him through gritted teeth. “And I say we go with her.” He turned towards Lucy again.
“Let's go.”
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 14b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)xxx
“Alright”, Lucy told them once they reached the end of the tunnel they've been followingthe last ten minutes and her voice was low. They were in the basement of the building, in the maintenance tunnels, big tubes hanging low from the ceiling and the air was hot and moist. “This is it. Go through that door and you're on your own... I can only point you in the right direction but my fate's sealed with Abstergos Industries.” She handed Malik a small cell phone. “I will contact you in three days. I hope you two are smart enough to get as far away as possible. I won't be able to distract them longer than that.”
Altair stood close by, his hand already pushing down the handle. He hadn't spoken a word ever since Lucy had showed them the way down, making sure to avoid guards as they were making their way out of the building.
Malik nodded, fingers curling around the phone as he put it into his pocket. “Now, go!”, and Lucy pushed between his shoulder blades while Altair was already into motion, opening the door and a second later, they were both out in the open, the sky black with rain pouring down on them, thunder tearing through the sky and they were soon soaked to the bones.
The storm was loud, wind ripping at their clothes and yet Malik felt calm, the rain against his skin making him feel alive again. He took a moment to sort his thoughts, the door falling shut behind him again and it was like as if he'd just stepped into a new life, a new life he knew all too well, a life which future lay unknown in front of him and yet it was familiar, the memories terrifying and comforting at once. It felt like as if he was choking on the events which just happened and he swallowed thickly around the lump forming in his throat.
Altair just stared at him, chest heaving heavily underneath his erratic breaths, his heart beating wildly with blood pumping loudly through his veins. He watched raindrops rolling down Malik's jaw and nose and it took him a moment longer to realize it wasn't rain but tears, his eyes red and puffy and fingers curled into tight fists as he looked at Altair, trembling. Altair took one step forward and started crossing the distance between them, Malik moved as well.
He ducked underneath Malik's fist as he saw it coming, grabbing his wrist and whirling the man around until his back met the cold wall of the alley. It happened within the blink of an eye, Malik snarling at him as he tried to kick him between the legs but Altair just stepped closer, pressing himself with his full body weight against him and kept him in place. He pinned Malik's hand against the wall right next to his head and they both looked at each with intense eyes, staring into each other souls. Malik was trembling as well as Altair, it was cold, heavily raining and they both just barely escaped with their lives, still high on adrenaline.
It was Altair though who moved first. Malik groaning, protesting but Altair swallowed his words as his lips moved over those of the man, kissing him. It'd been too long now, decades, centuries and dear god, a kiss wasn't enough to make up for the lost time.
Malik's hand pushed against Altair's chest, pushed him away and Altair blinked down then looked back up at Malik.
“We need to go”, Malik told him, voice raspy and just as cold as the weather. “We need a place to hide.”
“Hide?”, Altair practically mouthed the word and it was the first time he was speaking since Lucy led them out the building. “Like cowards? No.” His English was flawless and it made Malik tumble for one second but he found his balance once more quickly.
“Yes!” Malik shoved at him again, holding one finger up and into Altair's face. “Right now we do have to hide, we can't rush into things. Did you forget everything which happened, did they fuck up your brain? If anything of what Lucy told us is true, you should remember what happened at Solomon's Temple – you of all people should know that no good comes from making rush decisions. We hide. For now.”
He shoved Altair aside and made his way down the alley and towards New York's busy streets.
OP
ok my questions - as previously stated - are slowly being answered. I was wondering where malik was and if altair would get out of the anumus and if lucy was really on their side and if they would escape/??? hHHhh
this is coming together so well I CAN'usefwgr REINCARNATION.....PLEASE REALIZE SOON YOU TWO I MEAN ALTAIR IS ALREADY..>COME ON MALIK...
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 15a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-17 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)“Take it. He won't need it anymore”, Malik told him and held out the coat for Altair to grab. It was still raining and he only wore thin white pants with a white t-shirt and the fabric was clinging to his body like a second skin by now – not to mention he was freezing and his lips already turned blue from the cold. He nodded slowly and took the dirty fabric, the man Malik had taken it from laying dead in the alley. A homeless, and the coat smelled just like it but Altair didn't mind and just put it around his shoulders. The sleeves were too long just as the rest of it was too big but it did the trick and warmed him at least a little though it was still wet. Malik still wore what he'd been wearing all day, black shoes, business pants and a white shirt with a tie, soaked as well but he wasn't as cold as Altair.
Altair himself felt tired, confused and as if somebody had pulled out his brain and stuffed it upside down back in. He had no idea how much time he'd spent in that machine, didn't know how much they have seen but at least he was free – for now. “They were wrong, weren't they?” Malik stood up again, licking over his lips as rain run down his cheeks, dripping off his nose.
It took Altair a moment to process the words. He had a terrible headache, his throat was dry and he felt dizzy plus his ancient memories were so strong that it was difficult for him to stay in the present. “Wrong about what?”, he asked softly and his voice sounded just as tired as how he really felt.
“About remembering the modern world.” Malik actually smiled a little. “About remembering this time.”
Altair shrugged with his shoulders and pulled the hood up, his face falling into deep shadows. “'course I remember”, he muttered softly, wiping his face with one hand. “I was confused at first though but... yeah I remember”, he sighed and looked at Malik. “I remember everything, I remember everything from jumping down Masyaf's walls to waking up this morning and going to work.” He looked lost for a small moment before he turned his gaze back on Malik who was leaning heavily against a wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. “And what's with you? Did they put you in that... thing as well?”
“No”, Malik shook his head. All it really took for him to remember was to hear Altair's voice, to see his face, smell his scent and not just his memories returned but also the forbidden fruits of his desire.... He didn't say it and kept silent instead. He sighed deeply and pushed himself off the wall. “We need to get out of the rain... we need to find a place to stay.”
“We leave the city. I know a small motel just outside the city's limits. Looks like shit and I think the only people staying there are rent boys and drug dealers.”
Malik nodded and nudged the dead man's leg with his foot.
“Check his pockets. Maybe he has some money on him”, Malik noted at the homeless and his nose wrinkled up with mild disgust – the body was already rotting, the foul scent of something sweet and sour invading his nostrils; he'd been probably dead for a couple of days. Altair leaned towards and turned the man around and on his back, feeling inside his pockets. They were empty and he thought for a minute. “Give me his shoes”, Altair nodded at Malik and he crouched down, pulling the boots right off only to let them fall a second later.
“Shit, no. You don't want to wear his boots”, he said and Altair looked up and over Malik's shoulder. Oh. Yes, no he didn't want to wear his shoes that seemed to be right. Apparently the man got an infected toe at some point, didn't treat it until it got so bad that maggots were wiggling inside the wound eating their way through his flesh, through bones and skin. “Fuck it”, he said and grabbed the boots, shaking them and reached with his fingers inside, cleaning them out as good as possible. He found something else besides maggots inside them and pulled out the bills he was looking for, putting the money back into his own pockets before he put on the shoes.
“Let's get a cab then”, he told Malik and walked past him, the man following Altair suit and out into the streets.
It didn't take long for them to get a cab to stop – it took by far longer finding someone actually driving them. Altair smelled disgusting and Malik had to breath through his mouth to keep himself from gagging. In the end they finally found somebody, an elderly man, a Russian from how his accent sounded who agreed to drive them for some extra money. Altair just shoved some of the dirty bills into his hands and told him to keep the change. They drove in silence, Altair watching the bright lights from the city rushing by the window, the night the darkest just before dawn. His mind was traveling just as fast as the car was speeding along the streets and it brought him back to Masyaf and Al Mualim, back to his childhood, his real childhood, the memory of his father's death tasting bitter on his tongue, the picture of blood covering the grounds with his head laying next to his body filling his vision. When he looked back down on his hands again he saw the wrecked car of his parents turned over on the Autobahn, the piece of flesh sticking out from beneath the debris, a piece of flesh which had once been a hand. He muttered soft words to himself, humming an old melody he'd thought he'd forgotten. Altair felt Malik's eyes on him, watching him as he sung softly to himself but he ignored the man and closed his eyes instead.
They didn't speak a word until they reached the motel, the both of them stepping out of the car. Altair waited as Malik went inside, renting them a room and returning only a few moments later, leading Altair to a door with the number 13 on it. He pushed the key into the lock and the door jumped open, a foul smell greeting them. “Get inside”, Malik urged him and switched on the lights.
Altair sat down on the bed and he really didn't care about the stains on the sheets or the wallpaper coming lose or the fact that the air was really moist and sticky. He thought he heard water running somewhere from behind the walls and looked up when he heard feet shuffling over the floor, Malik sitting down next to him.
“This is a dream, isn't it?”, Malik muttered softly and Altair understood all too well. He was confused himself, terrible so. He felt foreign in his own skin, he felt like an invader to his own mind. This was him, Altair, the guy who tried saving money to go back to school, who never stayed for too long at one place because he'd moved so much during his childhood he didn't know how it felt to be at home. This was him, Altair, an assassin who became Grandmaster before the age of thirty, who had watched the woman and man he loved die, killed by the enemy, who'd lost his son to betrayal. He felt miserable when he thought back to his past life, felt miserable at how much sense everything suddenly made.
“It's a nightmare”, Altair answered him and he looked sideways, watching Malik from the corner of his eye. While Malik's presence offered him comfort it also freaked him the fuck out. He slumped a little and leaned close to Malik, his head resting on the man's shoulder. “Just let me sleep”, he told Malik as he knew the man had other plans with him. “No”, Malik shook his head and Altair sighed because he'd known the answer long before. Malik shifted his weight, scooting further away from Altair which caused him to lose his balance and he dropped down onto the bed, his cheek hitting the sheets. They smelled like piss and he shot up again. “Why did you do that?”, he asked Malik, scrunching his nose.
“Don't act like an idiot”, Malik simply told him. “And for god's sake, will you please take off that coat and shoes? I swear I'm going to throw up if you don't.” This – this was the Malik he remembered, the one he grew up in Masyaf with. His tongue and mind sharp, his words like venom. He wondered if Malik felt the same as he did – two minds being crushed together to become one.
Altair groaned heavily and rolled off the bed, standing next to it and felt Malik watching him from the corner of his eye. “Do you still have that cellphone she gave to you?”, he asked him while his fingers worked on the boots, pulling them off his feet and he kicked them away, sending them flying across the small room.
Malik scoffed. “I threw it away when we were driving across the Hudson.”
Altair hummed in an approving manner, peeling the wet coat off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “Good... “
It was strange how easy it was to fall back into old habits, how easy it was to relish Malik's presence, how easy it was for their minds to click again, for their survival instincts to kick back in. He felt more like the Sleeping Beauty who finally woke up; and yet, it wasn't the same at all. They weren't the same. While so much was just the way it used to be, there was so much more which had changed now and Altair didn't know what to make out of it. He wondered what would happen once the adrenaline wore off when he got the time to think again...
“Malik, we need to talk-”
“Go shower first”, he interrupted Altair. “I'm not going to talk to you when you smell like a novice who's been hiding in a manure pit for the whole day.” Yepp. Definitely the Malik he once knew.
Altair grumbled a reply and Malik's head shot up. “What was that?” And Altair straightened his back, his fingers gripping the hem of his soaked t-shirt and lifting it up and over his head before he let it drop onto the floor as well. “I said it's nice to see you didn't change at all – or so it seems”, Altair muttered and watched how Malik looked away, the faint traces of a blush standing on his cheeks and his lips broke into a grin.
“Now who's the idiot here?”, Altair pondered and shoved Malik's head playfully as he walked pass him and entered the bathroom. He switched on the lights and it looked just like the rest of their room as if it has not been cleaned in a very long time. Altair chose to oversaw the bathroom's flaws, stripped naked and turned on the water, waiting until it got warm and he stepped inside and underneath the spray. For a moment he just stood there and waited for his body to warm up again, steam rising soon and engulfing him like a comforting blanket. He scrubbed his head and he thought he felt something crawling over his skin – he really didn't want to know what else had been inside that coat. Only when he felt clean again he turned the water off, grabbed a towel and put it around his waist, walking back into the room. Malik still sat on the bed, head hanging low between his shoulders with his hands folded between his thighs. He looked up when he heard Altair walking back inside, his hair still wet from the rain. Altair did a 360 in front of him, showing his body from all sides and held his arms to each side of him. “That's better?”, he pondered with a sly smirk and Malik nodded.
“We'll stay for the night – we move again tomorrow”, he concluded with a heavy sigh and slowly stood, rubbing his wet hair as he eyed Altair. None of them spoke for a few moments and it wasn't one of those comfortable silences. Altair grew slowly restless and he caught himself by avoiding Malik's gaze, something he hadn't done in a very long time. It made once more clear in what an unbelievable situation the two of them were. He knew Malik, was familiar with him and still, he could be very well a stranger standing in front of him. He knew nothing about him and yet everything and the thought made his hair stand to end, it made Alair kind of sick to the stomach as it was so very much confusing.
When Altair didn't say anything, Malik opened his mouth again. “What were they looking for?”, he asked Altair, his voice raspy while he pulled his tie from his neck. He narrowed his eyes. “If it's that damn artifact again I hope you made sure for nobody to ever find it again.”
“No”, Altair shook his head, the word soft and just barely above a whisper as Malik's simple question had pulled him right out of his past into the present and back again. “They're looking for the Chalice.”
“The Chalice? But that's-”
“Adha”, he whispered and pressed his lips tightly together until they were nothing but a thin white line. Her name felt like a sharp knife, cutting into his guts and piercing through his heart. There hadn't been a day where he hadn't thought about her, but those thoughts he kept to himself, didn't share them with anybody.
“But she- they took her and-”
“And nothing. She was lost then, she's lost now, dead for centuries”, Altair told him bitterly.
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 15b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-17 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)Malik rubbed his face with both hands and looked up the ceiling, sighing again. “You need to explain this. What they did to you, how that thing works you were in.”
It made Altair somehow angry. The way how Malik acted, the way how he chose his words with such accuracy as if he'd never had this modern life. He swallowed it all down. No good would come out of it if he would follow down that path. Altair sat down on a nearby chair and he did tell him, told him everything he knew and told him everything about how he ended up at Abstergo's the first place. His hair was almost dry when he stopped and he looked up at Malik who had hardly moved, just standing there and listening to his words.
“And what were those memories they'd watched?”
“The ones before I left for France-”, and at this Malik took a sharp inhale of air, “- and the ones when I was there.”
“Why? What happened there that they would be interested in them?”
“It's none of your business”, Altair simply told him. He could tell Malik was hiding something so he didn't see the point in telling him anyway.
“None of my business?” Malik scoffed while Altair walked over to his wet clothes, picking them up and put them over the heater, turning it on so they could dry. “I think it's very well my business. Come on now, novice. Spill it.”
Altair fell back into the chair and shook his head. “You don't need to know...” Besides – the less he knew the safer he actually was.
Malik groaned and he walked up and down the small room like a trapped animal. “You are so frustrating Altair. Stubborn as ever.” Malik stopped in front of him and glared down on him. “What else is it you're keeping to yourself?” His eyes narrowed at him and they grew dark and cold, distant maybe.
“I assure you it's nothing, Brother-”
“Nothing?” Malik snorted again. “Yes, of course it is.”
It was the moment Altair finally lost his patience and he stood, stepping in front of Malik and glaring at him. “It's nothing”, he hissed and closed the gap between them, his chest touching Malik's. He could see his own reflection in Malik's eyes and he thought he saw his history whirling inside of them, showing him the long forgotten key to his past and it made him overcome with his own emotions. He leaned in closer, his hand coming up to rest on Malik's hip and-
“Altair, don't. Stop it.”
“Why?”, he muttered but did pull away, licking over his lips. “Why can't we just-”
“Because we can't!” Malik glared at him breathless with his fingers clenched to a fist. “Look at you, you're pathetic”, he practically spat the last word. “What about Maria? Did you even think about her?”
Altair's eyes narrowed and he held his breath for a whole of two seconds. “Is this how you think about me?”, he asked Malik quietly and his voice was trembling with unleashed anger. “You think I haven't thought about her? You think it's just that easy for me? You think ever since I woke up I haven't thought about my family, about my sons?” Altair snorted but his eyes grew softer and then he sighed.
“All of this- all of this is just a reminder of how much I've failed. How I failed the Order, my sons, my wife – you. I thought I did the right thing back then, I didn't. I've watched my wife die right in front of my eyes, dying through the blade which was meant for me.” Altair laughed bitterly, empty and shallow. “What, you think I'm betraying her? That I betray the woman who died centuries ago? I'm not.” He looked up, meeting Malik's eyes. “She knew.”
“She knew? About what?”
“About me.”
Malik seemed confused, puzzled. “Explain.”
“What's there to explain Malik? Nothing is true. And everything is permitted. Isn't that right?” He smiled bitterly sweet at him. He released a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I'm not going to talk about this with you. You didn't want to listen back then, I doubt you're going to listen now.”
When he looked up again he saw something change behind Malik's eyes and for a moment he thought he remembered, he thought Malik knew, would maybe understand.
But maybe his mind was playing tricks on him because Altair watched how Malik turned around wordlessly and closed the door behind as he nearly fled into the bathroom.
He sighed as he heard the water running just a few seconds later.
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Ugh i was hoping they talk things out too now that they all remember. WOW who knew others remembered adha! I was surprised to see her mentioned!
I hope they talk again and I hope they stop BEING SO THEM and stubborn it isn't helping :(((
Really good update. I also love your pacing with the story. (I'm a sucker for really long fics)
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 15b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-19 02:06 am (UTC)(link)Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 16/?
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