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Dream Catcher - Part 3
(Anonymous) 2013-02-06 05:12 am (UTC)(link)Did I mention porn was just a chapter or two away? Boy, if I had any idea...----------
It’s not that Malik never expected professor Ezio to have a normal life. However, after hearing so much about his accomplishments in life, reading so many of his books, it was hard to picture this incredible man coming home and being attacked by children.
The professor had just unlocked the door when two small kids darted up from the floor where they had been playing and ran to the man, hugging him tightly across the legs. It was the sort of thing he wouldn’t have imagined in a million years, although it was a cute image.
Malik loved kids. Always had. It was natural, after all, since he grew up taking care of Kadar. Marcello was too shy to get too close to him, but Flavia was too lively to stay put and in less than ten minutes she had brought down to the living room a bunch of dolls, books and some paper collection she seemed to enjoy and wanted to show him everything. She didn’t rest until she had talked about all the books her father had bought to her. (Things like “my first history book” that brought many memories back from when he used to buy them for his young brother as well. Sadly Kadar never took interest in history as he did, leading him to stop trying getting him into it eventually.)
But all too soon Ezio ushered her to bed and Malik was left alone in the big living room. He came back later, apologizing for her enthusiasm, but Malik shook his head and smiled.
“I have a younger brother. Had to take care of him since I was small. I grew fond of kids.”
As Ezio made himself comfortable on a reclinable armchair next to him, he took the time to look around. The living room was nothing short of amazing. It was as big as Malik’s entire apartment. A huge white fireplace stood tall in one of the walls. On top of it, hang on the wall, was an equally large TV screen. There was a couch - the one he was sat on - and two armchairs, all around a glass coffee table. Beneath it an old carpet with arabic patterns in dark red crossed from one chair to the other. On the walls there were many replica paintings, some of which Malik knew well, others he couldn’t quite remember on the spot.
On the far end of the room there was a small kitchen area, with a small stove, freezer and a counter with tall chairs. From the ceiling hang a horizontal luminaire with small holes for wine glasses to be placed upside down (some already were, but the others were empty). Everything about the mansion left him in awe and he couldn’t wait until he saw the other rooms, imagining they were just as grand.
His host kept him company and they went on talking for a quite a long time, until Ezio got up and went to kitchen when hunger made itself present for both of them. It wasn’t much later when a woman came in and removed her coat and left a few bags on top of a table.
“Ah, Sofia. Just in time.”
She was a beautiful redhead woman, probably still in her thirties, holding many books on her hands. Malik quickly rose from his seat and helped her with them.
“Risotto again?” She chuckled when Ezio muttered “But you love my risotto!”. Then she turned towards Malik and nodded. “Thank you. You can put them down on the coffee table, I’ll organize this mess later.”
“Sofia, this is--”
“Mr. Al-Sayf, I know.” After Malik put the books down, he came back and shook her extended hand, much like he did when he first met Ezio. “Altaïr came to the bookstore earlier and he told me what happened.”
Malik and Ezio exchanged looks. From there, Ezio cleaned his hands on a kitchen cloth and sighed.
“About that, it seems we have a problem here.”
The woman sat on the couch and looked from one to the other in confusion. He felt as though it would be a long night.
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Malik’s dreams, when not nightmares, were usually boring and non-significative. Most of the times, he was in the same room, with the bright light of the sun coming in through the only door to his left while he worked on some papers in front of him. They looked like maps, although he wasn’t entirely sure. Sometimes he didn’t even remember what he was working on.
These dreams, usually long and dull, were actually the ones he enjoyed the most. He always woke up the following day feeling like he had a good night’s sleep, which became something incredibly rare these days.
He also realized that sometimes those men in white would come and talked to him. One time, and only once, a man covered in red came through the ceiling door. As calm as he could possibly be, he got around the counter and helped the man lay down on some colored cushions outside the room.
Malik was no doctor, but he walked behind the counter again and got some bottles, a bowl, leaves and cloths (all with one hand - and by now he was used to the fact that, somehow, his left arm was missing in his dreams for some reason). The bowl he filled with water from the fountain on the farthest wall. Upon returning, he set everything down by the man’s side and began his work. First by removing the man’s bloodied robes and tossing them aside (he would clean them and sew the holes caused by knives and falchions later). He turned the man around (not without him muttering something that sounded offensive, but he was too busy trying to work to care) and cleaned the blood with a wet cloth. The man stopped talking, but still hissed every time he connected with his exposed back.
Malik handed a bottle of poppy for the man, but he turned his head to the other side, refusing it. He didn’t insist, but left the bottle there in case he changed his mind. After everything was cleaned up and the leaves pressed against the bruises, he bandaged his back with a thin beige cloth and turned him back up, taking care not to hurt him. As he did so, Malik sat on the cushions beneath the man’s head and let him rest on his legs while his back was against the wall. His fingers caressed the man’s hair gently and a nice breeze came in from the roof. When Malik looked down, the man was already sleeping.
He had never felt so peaceful before.
He woke up at two in the morning, still feeling the hair brushing against his fingers and the inner peace it caused him. That was probably why he couldn’t bring himself to panic over the fact that he was almost sure the man from his dreams was Altaïr. If they were trying to tell him something, he was completely lost after that. Sighing, he got up and wandered through the house, returning to the living room.
Finding the lights on was a bit surprising, but even more so was finding Sofia doing something in the kitchen area. As soon as he entered, she looked back at him.
“Having trouble to sleep as well?”
Malik approached the counter and sat on one of the tall chairs. “Something like that.”
“Right. The dreams.” She turned back to the stove and removed the kettle. “Would you like some tea? I have a difficult relationship with sleep as well and it helps a lot.”
“Thanks.”
She smiled and filled two cups with tea bags with hot water.
“I’m not like you and Ezio. I never had the dreams.”
He looked at her with interest. By this time, he was so used to meeting people talking about weird dreams that finding a normal person for once felt completely out of place.
“I don’t know if it has something to do with you because of your ancestry, but I was never plagued with these... visions, as Ezio called them. But he suffered a lot through them, so I...” Her eyes were distant and Malik knew she was reliving some unpleasant memories. “Well, I wasn’t there at first. By the time we started living together he was at the end of his visions. They stopped entirely after Flavia was born.”
“They’re weird, make no sense.”
“He used to say the same thing. Honestly, I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like.”
“They’re like...” He stopped. He didn’t even know what to say. What did the dreams feel like? Visions, sure. But from what? An alternative universe? Another life? Hidden memories? “They feel so real. I guess that’s the weird part. They just don’t feel like dreams.”
To his surprise, she chuckled.
“I bet. The first time I saw Ezio going through one of them was back when I was still in Italy. I was born in Spain, but my parents were from Venice, so when I turned 20, I went back to their hometown and reopened a small cafe bookstore they had there. One day, he simply came in, paid for a coffee and returned almost every day after that. We started talking and getting to know each other. Before I knew it, he was practically living there and I hired him as an assistant during his free time.”
Malik knew Ezio had spent two years in Venice finishing one of his books, but never knew he actually worked on a bookstore, even if it was part-time. He never included that bit in any of his biographies or resumé. What an interesting bit of information.
“One day I was cleaning the store after I closed it and I guess he fell asleep on one of the chairs because next thing I know he’s jumping out from his seat and running to me, like he was in panic!” Her eyes grew large as she continued with her story. “It was like.. It was like he was completely in shock! He grabbed my arms with so much strength and fell to his knees in front of me and started screaming how I could never leave him and that I had to stay with him. He was on the verge of tears when he hugged me like I was going to just disappear and told me I had to marry him. Would you believe that? Most people ask their loved ones to marry them, but he practically demanded.”
He blinked. “And you accepted?”
“Hell no.” Sofia snorted and moved to throw the tea bags away, handing him one of the cups. “I thought he was crazy and sent him away. He never showed up after that.” She took a sip of her tea, but put it down soon afterwards. He noticed as her expression became serene when she spoke next. “But I felt so bad for it. I mean, okay, that was strange, but he didn’t do anything bad to me. I knew where he lived so I paid him a visit. He apologized and explained to me what was going on.” Her fingers tapped on her cup.
“He told me he had seen me in his dreams and that we had been married there. He was calm and collected when he said that, nothing like what he had been at the bookstore. I didn’t believe him at first, but I thought he was just trying to be charming by saying cute things like that, so I took him on his offer.”
“And you married him.”
“No, no! Not that offer. I mean we started going out. Then we married.”
Malik drank his tea and looked straight at her. “But you make it sound as though you believe him now.”
“Because I do.” She finished her own cup and left both at the sink to wash later. When she turned back to Malik, she had a tired smile on her face. “Tell you what, talk to Altaïr. If you don’t believe the things he tell you, come see me at my bookstore. I’ll show you something that you may find interesting.”
He nodded, although confusion remained. She covered a yawn with her hand and waved him good night, returning to her own room. He should have done the same thing and returned to his own room, but couldn’t stop thinking about her story with Ezio. What if they were scenes from a past life? What would that mean?
He knew Kadar in his past life, he figured that much. Altaïr as well, as it seemed. But that dream he had before, the one where he patched the man up, something felt different about it. There was a connection there, as if he had known the Altaïr from his dreams for a long time.
He quickly shook his head. No point in thinking about the man. With sleep finally returning, he turned off the lights and went back to the guest room. He would have a long day ahead and should be prepared.
(And Malik hated admitting he was looking forward to it.)
OP
OH GOSH SOFIA AND EZIO ARE SO CUTE AND SO IS FLAVIA AND MARCELLo. Omg malik being good with kids is the cutest thing I have ever.
Ahhh Author-anon i seriously am loving this I can't wait to have altair and malik talk! Im just on the edge of my seat.
Sofia is so endearing ahaha her recounts of when she met Ezio was great. Good update author I can't wait to see what happens (((and hell yeah porn)))
Re: Dream Catcher - Part 3
Dream Catcher - Part 4a
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)Everything about it was big and grand. The people, the buildings, the prices. But not the space. Malik apparently thought it would be a good idea to venture through the city alone. Big mistake - too many cars, too many people walking in the streets. Whether he went by bus or by foot, he was screwed. He should have accepted Sofia’s offer to drive him through the city and show him some nice places. But he couldn’t accept that, he wouldn’t dare distract her from her work, so he decided to take the subway. What could possibly go wrong after all?
After getting out on the wrong station about three times, he finally made it to Central Park, though by the time he arrived he wasn’t even in the mood to go in anymore, so he went around the place.
A few stops at some places and he came back to Ezio’s place with a bunch of trinkets and gifts for his brother and Anne, plus the new nano generation from the Apple Store - he really needed a new one. He couldn’t have been more grateful for finally propping down on the couch. He heard movement from the kitchen and turned around. Ezio came in his direction.
“Glad you’re back. You should probably go change yourself, Sofia and I are leaving in half an hour.” Ezio patted his shoulder once and disappeared in the halls, probably heading to his own room.
Malik wasted no time. Grabbing his things, he marched to his own room and dropped everything on the bed. He grabbed the social attire he brought specifically for the conference and ran to the spare bathroom.
Just before getting under the warm water, Malik sighed. He was nervous and he knew it wasn’t because of the lecture.
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Just like the rest of the city, the hall was huge, complete with a big stage and an even bigger projection screen behind it. They arrived early, naturally, so that Ezio could arrange everything with the rest of the lecturers (there were three total, counting the professor). Sofia stayed backstage with them for the most part. He offered help as well, but she told him to sit down and relax.
So sit down and relax he did. The place began to fill with people over time. He noticed that most were young men and women, ranging from 20 to 24 years old, probably. They all held books and pens in one hand and a macbook on another. No doubt students. At some point some teachers and other known professors began to find their own seats as well. He remembered a guy all the way in the front row to be one of the teachers from his college, but they never talked so he didn’t even bother getting up to greet him.
There was still another 15 minutes before it started but the place was already crowded. So much in fact, that some students were sitting on the ground by the side of the chairs. Wow. He knew this would be big, but still.
Just ten minutes left and he noticed Sofia returning to sit by his side.
“Everything is ready now.”
“You always attend to Ezio’s lectures?”
“Wouldn’t miss them for anything.”
He chuckled quickly, but became serious again. “I don’t see Altaïr.” It came out before he realized and he immediately regretted it. Thankfully Sofia didn’t comment on it.
“He’s backstage, no doubt talking business with Ezio. Don’t get all nervous now.” She commented with a low giggle.
Damn you.
She had been right. Not five minutes later and from the stage door to the side came Altaïr, hood in place, walking up the corridor. As he approached Malik’s row, their eyes met and as always, Altaïr didn’t seem too happy to see him. Malik glared back and couldn’t be more grateful that all seats in the row had been taken. He watched as Altaïr went all the way to the back and leaned against the wall among other students, crossing his arms and still glaring at him.
Malik shrugged and turned back to the stage. However, he immediately regretted not having a seat for Altaïr by his side. Now he would have to deal with the creepy sensation of someone watching him from behind for almost two hours. His fingers moved to the back of his neck, scratching. He knew he was being watched and it felt horrible. How was he supposed to concentrate like this?
There wasn’t much time to think anyway, for soon the lights dimmed and the stage was lit with the big projection screen. Ezio finally got on stage with the other lecturers and a couple of journalists that would interview them before the actual thing began.
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It all ended faster than he expected.
Sofia promptly got up and moved to the stage where she congratulated the lecturers for the good presentation. All around people started getting up and moving to the back where two very long tables were served with food and drink for all. He didn’t even glance back, Altaïr could wait a little longer. Meanwhile he moved to the stage as well, practically fighting against the flux of people moving in the other direction.
When he finally made it to Ezio, he smiled and extended his hand for the man to shake.
“It was really good. I’m so glad the principal had me come.”
“Glad you enjoyed.”
Ezio proceeded to introduce him to his fellow partners and he couldn’t keep his excitement down. He had been in other lectures before, he even did a few of his own, but they were always small and there was never any celebrity from the history world to accompany him. For all he’s been going through, it was worth it.
He was still talking to one of the men when from the corner of his eyes he decided to glance at the back of the room. When altaïr noticed he was looking, the man uncrossed his arms and lifted from the wall, walking to the terrace outside. Ezio approached him and whispered.
“Guess there’s no more avoiding it.”
“Unfortunately.”
Sighing in defeat and preparing himself to face the man, Malik straightened his shoulders and followed in Altaïr’s direction.
Dream Catcher - Part 4b
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 03:45 am (UTC)(link)He looked to one side and then the other, finally spotting the man he was looking for. He was sitting on the protective barrier, lazily swinging one foot back and forth. Is he mad? This is the 25th floor!, he nearly screamed, but decided against it. Like hell he would babysit a grown man and if he fell, well, all the better.
Clearing his throat, he approached, hiding his hands in his pockets. Altaïr turned his face in his direction, looked him up and down, and arranged himself so he was fully turned to him. Still, he didn’t say anything, just kept staring.
After a few seconds Malik grew irritated and started tapping his foot. When even that didn’t make the man speak, he gave up.
“Well? I don’t have all night.”
No response.
“Fine, if you’ve nothing to say, I’m leaving.” Malik threw his hands in the air, incredibly angry and embarrassed for actually taking him seriously and turned around.
“I’m thinking.”
He sighed and turned again. “Think faster, I really don’t have all night.”
“Shut up, you have an entire week here.”
Malik blinked confused. “How do you know about that?” Had Altaïr been stalking him? “Look, just...” He shook his head. “Before we even start, you have to promise that this will be the last time I’ll ever see you again.”
“What?”
“I’m tired of running into you. I want nothing to do with you. Just say what you have to say and leave me alone, or this conversation won’t even start.”
“Fine.”
Malik seemed content with the reply, but was bothered by how fast it came. Weeks of being plagued by this man and he won’t even put up a fight to try and make him stay? It made it seem like those past weeks were for nothing. Although, that also meant tonight would be the last time he would have anything to do with him. That was a good thing, he should be celebrating.
“How much do you know anyway?” Altaïr’s voice was firm and cold, it sent a shiver up his spine.
“You mean about the dreams.” He paused, thinking back on them. “I guess not much, only that they are the reason I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.” It’s not like he was going to say everyone kept telling him they were memories from his past life. He was sure the other man would laugh so hard he would fall over and Malik didn’t want to be blamed for killing him.
“No, I mean, what do you dream of often?”
“Hm... my brother most of the times.” Kadar was definitely seen often. Sometimes, other robbed figures, but mostly his brother. When he was small, when he got his own robe, when he died. There was also that one quick memory from yesterday’s dream where he treated a man that he was almost sure was Altaïr, but he was definitely not saying it. If anything he would think Malik was a freak.
“What?” Altaïr grimaced. “This is wrong, you should’ve been dreaming about me.”
Malik scoffed at the response. “Not everything revolves around you, get off your high horse.” But he felt kind of embarrassed because he had dreamt of him before, he simply wouldn’t admit it. But it was definitely not as often as his brother showing up in his dreams.
If Altaïr was offended by his comment, he didn’t show it. Instead, he calmly placed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and looked straight at him. Malik felt his breath get caught in his lungs and straightened up, listening intently.
“This is difficult to explain. I expected you to have started yours dreams sooner, but no matter. I’m sure you realize this by now, but they’re far from normal dreams. They’re memories from a distant time, another life in which you, your brother and I lived together. I can’t explain to you why you have the dreams, but I can explain how.”
Malik wanted to ask if by can’t explain he meant he didn’t know it or if he meant he knew and just couldn’t talk about it, but refrained. He would let Altaïr explain and then he would ask his questions.
“It’s a curse that happens to certain people. It’s not just you and me. It happened to Ezio as well, as you probably already know. His friend Leonardo as well and some other people you have yet to meet. We don’t know much about it other than it happens.”
“And how do I stop them?”
“You don’t. It will stop automatically over time. It’s a progression - once it starts showing you your old memories it will only stop once it has finished showing it all. Or all the important parts, at least.”
“You expect me to believe I lived another life before? Reincarnation, is that it?” He scoffed again at the story, but deep down he was even more surprised at the fact that he didn’t find it so surprising. Probably because everyone’s been talking about it - Anne, Kadar, Sofia... it just wasn’t such a shocking matter anymore.
“Believe it or not, I don’t care. Fact is, the dreams won’t stop. The more you fight against them, the tougher they will be. But here’s the catch, we have found a way to accelerate the process. Make the dreams come faster and they’ll stop sooner than expected.”
That seemed to catch his attention. The sooner he could get rid of them, the better. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded and motioned for Altaïr to continue.
For once, Altaïr was the one sighing. He shifted in his place and gestured with his hands. “This curse binds together people who have lived during the same time period. For Ezio it was him, his uncle and his friend Leonardo. For other members of our group as well. And so on.” He paused for a second and Malik noticed that for the first time in the entire night he seemed tired and his eyes moved somewhere else, not looking straight at him anymore. What was that supposed to mean? “You and I come from the same time period so it binds us together. If we want to finish this, we need to do it together or we’ll suffer through it alone.”
“How?” He took a deep breath.
Altaïr’s eyes were back on his as if he had never faltered in the first place. “When we stay away from each other they get rougher. The closer we are to each other, the easier it will be to deal with them. It’s not a hundred percent functional, but it works most of the time. That’s why I moved to Canada, if you want to know.” He shrugged. “But our brotherhood is getting weak, so I had to come back.”
Malik let the information sink in and pinched his nose. What a headache. What exactly did that mean, he would have to stay close to Altaïr? How close? Just living in the same country? Same state? Did they have to be neighbors? And more importantly, were the nightmares so unbearable that he would agree to this? How far could he go with the panic attacks? While thinking about all that, he decide to ask more about the last part.
“Brotherhood?” Didn’t Ezio say something the day before? Something about how they were losing some war. Maybe it wasn’t the same thing, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were related. What kind of war was it anyway?
Altaïr was pensive again. He stroked his chin, and stared at Malik as if contemplating whether or not to indulge information.
“How much do you know about secret organizations?
“What kind?”
Altaïr sighed. “Okay, look, this may sound crazy, I don’t care if you believe in this or not, just make sure you don’t open your mouth about it. There is this war going on, control versus freedom. There are people who want to control humanity, so they forge our path - they make politics, economics, everything work the way they want. It’s a worldwide war that has been fought since humanity began. Our organization fights for humanity’s freedom.”
Malik resisted the urge to laugh. Part of him felt it was a joke, the other part wanted to hear more.
“You mean like... Anonymous?”
“Hmpf.” he snorted. “Not like them. We are them. Or rather, they’re part of us, except in a much smaller scale. They started on their own at first. They were lead by Rebecca and Shaun, two of our best members, but when they got bigger we absorbed them and now they’re one of our most important factions. We can’t fight everything at once, so we have segments. Anonymous for digital freedom, Gulabi gang against women oppression in India, and so on. They’re all part of us.”
His breath was caught again and his eyes widened. Was he serious? How big was this group of his? And why was he sharing such an important information with him? What did he, a tiny teacher from Montreal, have anything to do with this? A curse? Secret organizations? No, this was too much for him.”
“That’s... quite a story.”
He thought Altaïr would get angry at him for not believing, but instead the hooded man grinned.
“I know. It gets betters. I could tell you more, but then you’d have to join us. Actually I would like that.”
Something about the way he said it with that stupid smile made him incredibly angry.
“That’s your own damn problem, novice.”
Altaïr’s grin widened. Malik blinked. What. What, what? Wait, did he just say something that he shouldn’t?
He didn’t have time to think about it because in a second Altaïr jumped down from the fence and was in front of him, trapping his face between his hands.
“Yes! Exactly! See? You remember me.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” He batted his hands away. Altaïr didn’t seem happy because his smile was gone instantly.
“This is wrong. Stop dreaming about your brother and start remembering me already, dammit.” Malik made to answer with an angry reply, but Altaïr beat him to it. “Whatever, I can wait. Just hurry up, I need you to join us already.”
“It seems you’ve forgotten about our deal. I listened to you, now I have nothing to do with you anymore. Too bad.”
“No, our deal was for me to leave you alone.” He grabbed a cell phone from the pocket in his jeans and started messing with it. “And I’m going to keep my end of the bargain.”
Instantly his own phone vibrated in his back pocket. Grabbing it, he quickly typed the code to unlock the screen. It was a message from an unknown number.
“That’s my number. I’m not going to seek you out anymore, but I can’t promise the contrary won’t happen. Should the dreams get too unbearable, call me.”
Malik glared the number with fury. What a pretentious prick! What made him think Malik would just give him a call and come back running to him? Because that’s exactly what he had just insinuated. He should probably delete the message, probably delete the number from memory too. No, he was never going to call him.
But when Malik looked in front of him to say what he thought about all of this, he was gone. Just like that, Altaïr simply disappeared. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he opened the message that read a single line:
so call me maybe
He nearly tossed his phone over.
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At the very least Altaïr was a man of his word. For the rest of the week he didn't hear or see the hooded man. Ezio mentioned him a couple of times - asking how their meeting had been - but he couldn’t exactly blame the professor for reminding him of the freak.
Instead, he focused on sightseeing. The night prior to his last day in New York he attended another lecture and was glad Altaïr didn’t show up. Still, curiosity got the best of him and when Ezio drove him home, he quietly asked why he wasn’t there. His response was that he had been busy with the brotherhood and thus couldn’t come. There was that as well. The only reason why he hadn't completely disregarded the entire story was because Ezio was in it as well and he trusted the professor. If the professor believed in Altaïr, then perhaps he could take his word to heart. But still, many doubts surrounding their so called brotherhood remained. Were they like masons? Illuminatti? What were they?
And so, on his last day, he thanked Ezio and Sofia both for the stay and safely returned home. No more Altaïr, ever. This time it was forever. He let out a sigh of relief.
Kadar was kind enough to pick him up. He asked about the trip, the lecture, the stay, even about Altaïr (he told his brother he met the man in New York, but didn’t say anything about the magical stuff of rights and freedoms and such nonsense). It felt good to be home.
The dreams persisted for another week, but none so bad he couldn’t take. Until they gradually started getting worse.
First he dreamed of cutting someone’s hand off. A wounded man with a broken hand, in a shape so bad it was beyond repair, so Malik, with his one arm, cut it out, just like they had sawed his arm before.
Then he dreamt of a badly injured Altaïr. They were in the castle, one he had seen in his visions before. A funeral had been going on when a sparkle lit up the sky, something so bright he fell to his knees. Altaïr, who had been by his side, ran. He climbed a tower just outside and did something he couldn’t see, but the bright light stopped and he got up again. He thought everything was over when they were attacked. A lot of soldiers came in from the unguarded gate killing everyone they saw in their way. Before he knew what was going on, someone shot Altaïr with an arrow and he fell. From the tower. It was probably over 65 feet tall. He only remembered rushing to the man and seeing blood, so much blood, and there was something in his hand, a golden object.
But the third time was the charm. He was taking care of a young man. He wasn’t in the same room he had been before, the one with the orange glow and cushions, taking care of maps. No, now he was proud and tall inside the castle and he was personally taking care of a young man that, for some reason, Malik felt a lot of affection for, like he was his own son or nephew. (Could it have been because he had lost Kadar in this universe? Because he saw his brother in him?) He doesn’t remember seeing this man a lot, but he knew he cared deeply for him and something made him want to protect the lad with everything he got.
A few days later another man came in his room with his head scalped and bloodied in hand, blaming him for killing this young man, this person he cared like he did a son. He was jailed, the head thrown in by his side for three days before the smell got the best of the guards and they finally decided to take it out. He could pray they buried the lad, though he doubted it.
Malik woke up. He didn’t scream, he didn’t panic. He just ran to the bathroom as fast as possible and vomited his dinner.
No, no. This was becoming nonsense. It had to stop.
Not even thinking twice about it, he returned to his room and grabbed the cell phone. It was still 1am, but he didn’t care if he woke Altaïr up - he messaged him. If Altaïr could make this stop, if he had to put up with Altaïr’s presence just to stop this, he would. No more panic attacks, no more throwing up.
Minutes passed, and no response. Sighing, Malik lied down again. He had been a fool to trust Altaïr, he shouldn’t have--
The screen brightened in the dark room and the cell phone vibrated against the night stand. Moving as slowly as possible, he reached the device. It came from Altaïr, but it didn’t say anything, just an address in New York. What was that supposed to mean?
Not even two seconds later and another message. It was a ticket to New York, a plane leaving in exactly two hours. He raised a brow at it. A third message and like before, it only read a single line.
im waiting for you
Normally Malik would have shrugged it off and returned to sleep. But this was far from a normal situation, so without even thinking about it, he packed up a backpack with a few clothes, a toothbrush and the charger for his phone.
A quick message to Kadar and he was off. He was at the address specified in the messaged at five o’clock. It was a small apartment, 8th floor.
Taking in a deep breath, he rang the bell.
OP
I GOT SO MAD WHEN I REACHED THE END I WAS LIKE WHERE IS THE REST?????? WHAT HAPPENED??????
O-|-< it's such a good fic omg my friend and I were just screaming to each other reading this! And you won, I finally got the call me maybe song you won I LISTENED TO IT AND I CAN NOT MAKE IT AN ALTMAL SONG.
UGH THIS STORY IS JUST REALLY GOOD OMG?????
God author anon im gonna draw that roof scene for that text for sure!!!
GREAT update i got really excited when i saw!!!!!
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)But oh well.
Writer!Anon can't express just how happy she is that you're enjoying this. <3 I'm considering drawing some sketched for this fic as well, if anything because Old!Ezio wearing a social shirt makes me swoon. Too bad I have a few commissions to finish first. XP
At any rate, thank you so much for all the lovely comments! Starting next chapter there will be porn and I can only hope it will be good enough to compensate for all the blabbering!
Re: Dream Catcher - Part 4b
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, the Call Me Maybe song, Altair's so cheesy ;3
And Malik, kyaa! About time you two met and you said 'novice' too!
Awesome story! ^_^(b)
Re: Dream Catcher - Part 4b
(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)Dream Catcher - Part 5a
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 03:23 am (UTC)(link)Warning for dubcon in this chapter. When I said I sucked at porn? I wasn’t kidding, thus why this part took me so long to get done, I’m so sorry.
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Nothing.
An entire minute and no one came to the door. He rang the doorbell again and put his backpack on the ground, tired of carrying it around. No sound of footsteps. Just nothing at all. That’s when the severity of the situation came crashing down to Malik. He woke up in the middle of the night, grabbed the first plane to an unknown country and was currently at the doorstep of a crazy man. What if he was psychopath? What if Altaïr wanted to knock him out and sell his organs in the black market?
Granted Ezio knew and trusted him, but what did that mean to him? Just because he trusted Ezio didn’t mean he would trust each and every little thing related to the man.
Fear overwhelmed him. He could board a plane back in the morning, but why was he here to begin with? How could he have been so careless? And when Kadar wake up and see his message, just to see him back at home in a few more hours, he would never hear the end of it.
No, this had been a terrible idea.
Just as he turned to walk away he heard some noise from inside. Hurried footsteps.
There was no time to think. In a second the door opened and a hand pulled him inside. The door closed and he was shoved against it, hard.
“What the--”
He was interrupted when lips collided against his. His eyes widened in shock and Malik could only vaguely notice the contour of Altaïr’s hoodie in the dark room. Despite the unexpected turn of events, he managed to push him with one hand. Altaïr’s lips left him for a second but in the next instant they were kissing him again and Malik could only gasp in his mouth. Altaïr’s tongue played with his, making a shiver run up his spine. His teeth bit, nipped and played with his bottom lip and Malik was still unsure if he should push him away again with more force or reciprocate because damn, it felt good.
The weird part was how natural it felt, as if it wasn’t the first time.
While he was still thinking about what to do, Altaïr moved to his neck, quickly pulling his jacket and shirt out of the way so he could have more space to lick and kiss and bite.
“Wait.” He could barely recognize his voice, hoarse and lacking confidence. Altaïr ignored him and continued sucking on that spot that made his head fall against the door. “I said wait, dammit!”
He tried pushing once more, but he lacked strength and was ignored again. Instead his hands clutched Altaïr’s shirt so tight he refused to let go. Altaïr’s own hands wandered down his sides and went back up under his shirt, lifting them in the process. The feeling of those cold fingers trailing his sides made him bite his lower lip and his breathing started to accelerate fast. Somewhere in the back of his mind something screamed danger, but he didn’t want to stop it either. While still deciding on what to do, one of Altaïr’s hands promptly slid inside his jeans and caressed him.
Whatever doubt he had then disappeared. In one swift move, he shoved Altaïr hard and turned to open the door before Altaïr was back on his feet and holding his wrist against the wall. In a second his tongue was back on Malik’s neck and his free hand down his pants, touching him again.
Malik brought his free hand to Altaïr’s hoodie, pulling it down, then rested it on the base of his neck, half scratching, half caressing. He wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore.
This man was a handsome man, known and trusted by Ezio, who just paid a ticket for him and was doing wonderful things to him. But on the other hand, he was a stranger who was, willingly or not, giving him headaches, stalked him around and was part of some super secret (probably illegal) organization.
And here he was, masturbating Malik like it was the most natural thing to do.
In a sense, it was. He couldn’t deny the fact that Altaïr’s hands on him, his mouth on his neck wasn’t an odd sensation. It felt familiar. It didn’t feel wrong and the sheer realization of it made him lose control.
Next thing he knew, his jeans were unbuttoned, Altaïr was on his knees and swiftly pulling his boxers down to grip his cock. Altaïr stroked him a few times before engulfing him with his mouth entirely. There was no time to react so he let out a loud moan and quickly brought one hand to his mouth. He was glad he could use the wall as support or he would have fallen by now.
Altaïr didn’t really waste much time and moved back and forth, making sure to give the head a proper lick every time he moved back. His hands pushed Malik’s hips against the wall, probably making sure he wouldn’t try to run again, not that he was thinking about it anymore.
Any coherent thoughts Malik still had were gone the moment Altaïr’s mouth left him to stroke it up and down some more. The bastard knew what he was doing to him because he looked up, stared right into his eyes and licked his lips before returning to lick his shaft. This time his hand held the base tightly.
Malik hunched forward, still trying to contain weird sounds from leaving his mouth. With his free hand he fumbled around for support, gripping Altaïr’s shoulder tightly. The man looked up at him in annoyance, glancing towards his hand, but he didn’t care. He had a man between his legs giving him a blowjob, he couldn’t care less if he was hurting Altaïr.
In response Altaïr moved faster, licked more, scraped his teeth against the head. With a muffled moan, Malik came hard. He trembled and shivered as Altaïr continued sucking him dry and the sight alone was enough to make his face feel as if it was on fire. Incoherent sounds left his mouth as he slid down the wall until he sat on the floor, panting, face to face with Altaïr.
His head fell against the wall and he chanced a glance at Altaïr. He almost smirked when he noticed Altaïr was also catching up his breath, though not as hard as Malik himself was. A look down and he knew why: he was cupping his bulge, trying to hide it from view. He blushed when he realised Altaïr had just pleasured him but was left hanging. What was he supposed to do? Masturbate him? Return the favor with his mouth? He had never even kissed a man before. It was different from pleasuring a woman. He didn’t even know where to start.
A million questions ran through his mind. Altaïr’s gaze met his and they spent a moment in silent, trapped in each other’s stare. Time seemed to have stopped. Was Altaïr waiting for him to do something? To touch him? To retribute the favor?
In a moment of bravery, Malik slowly lifted his hand and touched Altaïr’s right arm. He caressed his way up through his shoulder until he reached his neck and slid his fingers under his shirt. Something in Altaïr’s gaze flickered but he wasn’t sure if...
Suddenly the lights turned on.
“Who the fuck is at the door at this t-- What the hell?”
Malik instantly covered his eyes from the sudden inconvenience. After blinking a few times, he noticed a man behind Altaïr turning around, his back facing them now.
“Seriously? You could’ve said something if you were bringing someone home, Jesus.”
Altaïr didn’t even turn around to look at the man in the corridor. He simply shrugged, as if the other man could see it. But when he heard footsteps leaving, Altaïr turned to look at him.
“Wait, Desmond. We need to talk.”
The man - Desmond - turned around again, but avoided looking anywhere near where he was plastered against the floor. He couldn’t stop staring at him - so similar to Altaïr. The same bronzed skin, even the same scar on the same place! The biggest difference was his hair, which was a bit shorter than Altaïr’s and darker too, pitch black.
“Now? Man, it’s five in the morning. And you’re, huh... busy, I think.”
Altaïr sighed and turned back to Malik, looking him up and down.
“Give me a minute.”
Desmond mumbled something under his breath as he left, but he didn’t quite catch it. Instead, when Altaïr looked at him again, Malik simply pointed to a place on his own face next to his mouth. Altaïr caught on and mimicked his gesture, wiping clean a spot that had been dirty with his... he didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he reached down and zipped up his jeans again.
In an instant, Altaïr was on his feet and pulling him up. He guided Malik through the corridor and opened the second door to the left. They entered and he couldn’t help but notice how simple and small the room really was. Just a single bed, a nightstand (a single table lamp on top) and a small wardrobe, which Altaïr was fumbling with now. Something was thrown in his direction and he caught it in midair. It was a white towel.
“You can take a shower if you want. Or go to sleep.” He pointed at the bed. “I’ll wake you up in the morning so we can talk.”
Before he was out the door, however, Malik took a step closer in his direction and Altaïr stopped.
“My backpack. I left it outside.”
Altaïr nodded and was gone. Malik still couldn’t understand how this guy managed to slip away so furtively every time. Sighing, he headed for the bed and put the towel on top of the nightstand. Tucking himself under the covers, he turned off the lights and drifted to sleep.
He didn’t have a single dream that night, or at least, none that he could remember, even though the dreamcatcher Kadar gave him was deep inside the backpack, outside the apartment.
Still, It was more than enough. For the first time in weeks he managed to actually rest.
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Re: Dream Catcher - Part 5a
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)Dream Catcher - Part 5b
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 03:37 am (UTC)(link)Without hesitation he got out of bed and stretched. Checking his phone confirmed it was still 9 in the morning and he should probably be going back to sleep some more since he only got a few hours, but decided against it. Sleep seemed to have left him already.
Tentatively he opened the door to the corridor, poking his head out. There were voices coming from the living room, more than just Altaïr’s. Probably the man from yesterday (Desmond, was it?). A feminine voice was heard and he got curious enough to go check it out.
Walking a few steps in the room’s direction, he was almost thankful that no one had paid him much attention once he got in. On the couch sat a woman with a tablet on her hands. On the ground, using the coffee table to work on a laptop, was Altaïr (with his hood up but no surprises there), who glanced his way before turning his attention back to the screen. On the far side was Desmond throwing clothes inside a big luggage.
“Hey, morning!” It was Desmond who turned his way and waved his hand briefly.
It seemed to be the breaking point as suddenly, all eyes on the room were on him. Malik didn’t know what to say so he just stared at each one of them and waited for a reaction. It was the woman who put down her tablet and walked in his direction, extending a hand to him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, mister Al-Sayf.”
“Just Malik will do.” He reached out to shake her hand.
“I’m Lucy Stillman. It’s a pleasure to be working with you.”
“Too soon.” The response came in unison from both Desmond and Altaïr.
It startled her. She looked from one to the other as if she had made a mistake and was caught on. He was a bit confused himself. No, it was more accurate to say very confused.
Altaïr didn’t even look up at them, but Desmond gave them his full attention and scratched the back of his neck.
“Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you earlier. Malik is not really one of us.”
“Yet.” Altaïr added.
“Oh.” Lucy turned to him again with an apologetic smile. “Well, sorry about that. In any case it’s still an honor to meet you.”
There were words left unspoken as she returned to her place on the couch. The same feeling he had with Ezio before, that he was somehow special and they wanted him here. Part of him was curious about it, but the bigger part of him wanted to turn around, go back to Canada and pretend he had never met any of them.
He sat down on the couch with her and watched in silence as they each continued doing their work. By Altaïr’s side was his backpack and he was glad the man had retrieved it after he left the bedroom. From the corner of his eyes he watched Desmond turn to them and close the luggage at last.
“Well, I’m ready to go.”
“Finally.” Lucy sighed and got up from her seat again, grabbing a purse on the table he didn’t notice was there before.
Desmond turned to him.
“I’m moving out today, so you can stay in my room while you’re here. It’s the first door to the left, before Altaïr’s.
Oh, so he had been sleeping on Altaïr’s bed. Grand.
Had Altaïr and Desmond been up since four hours ago?
“I’m staying?” The question was directed at Altaïr.
“Wasn’t that the reason you called me yesterday?” He said matter-of-factly.
Malik was annoyed at his tone, but the man had a point. Altaïr had told him the nightmares wouldn’t be so frequent if they were near each other. That’s why he messaged him. That’s why he was here. He was staying in New York for a while, it seemed. Sighing, he turned back to Desmond.
“I hope my coming here isn’t the reason you’re leaving.”
“What?” he raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, no. I was already planning on moving out. Better to stay with Lucy than with him.” He pointed at her with his thumb.
Somehow Malik didn’t even doubt that statement.
“Besides,” Desmond continued “got work to do in Europe, so it’ll be a few months since I’m back. Oh! And I’m sorry about yesterday. Well, earlier today. Didn’t mean to walk into you two, you know, but I heard the doorbell and thought Altaïr didn’t catch it.” He chuckled. “Had I known you were the one coming I wouldn’t even have bothered.”
The memory from a few hours ago flashed through his mind and he immediately looked away. When his eyes met Altaïr’s, he glanced in Lucy’s direction instead. Why were they discussing this in front of her anyway?
“Don’t worry about it.” He was still dying from embarrassment, but it was better to let it go. It really wasn’t Desmond’s fault. The only guilty party around wasn’t even paying any attention to their conversation, or at least, pretending not to.
“Let’s go then.” Lucy grabbed Desmond by the arm and pulled him in the door’s direction. He meekly grabbed the luggage while waving a goodbye at both of them.
When the door closed, silence reigned. Sighing, he turned back to Altaïr, who had closed his laptop and was fully staring at him now. He hated Altaïr’s glare more than anything. It was like a hawk’s, watching his every move, judging him. It made him uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to say something, to break the awkward quietness, but Altaïr beat him to it.
“I talked to Ezio about you coming back.” He rose up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen. Malik followed him. “He said he can’t guarantee anything since they’re not looking for anyone right now, but if an opportunity comes up, he might hire you to teach at his university.”
Malik blinked at the news. Staying in New York, sure. But getting a job here? He expected to stay a month, maybe two. Surely the dreams wouldn’t take much longer than that to finish, right?
While pouring water in the coffeemaker, Altaïr caught his perplexed expression from the corner of his eyes and went on to explain.
“You might have to stay for a long time. Ezio’s dreams lasted for nearly a decade.” He paused to let Malik absorb the information. “Like I said, it differs from person to person, but it likely will keep on going for at least another three years.” The red light on the machine indicated the coffee was being brewed and Altaïr turned to him. “Meanwhile Sofia is more than eager to offer you a job at her bookstore for now.”
Altaïr walked back to the room, opening his laptop again.
“Why are doing all this?” Malik had many other questions he wanted to ask, but in the end, all of them revolved around this one.
“Because it’s necessary. I don’t like these stupid dreams any more than you do. I want it over as soon as possible. You’re here with us, safe. While you live with me, you can learn about us.”
“Right. Your NGO thing.” He thought Altaïr would glare at him for the condescending tone, but instead, the man smirked. However it was gone just as suddenly as it appeared.
“Word of advice: if I were you, I’d bring your brother here immediately. Canada is a pretty dangerous place for you both right now.”
Malik raised a brow at him. “Excuse me?”
Altaïr wiggled a finger in his direction, calling him over. Malik approached and the laptop was turned in his direction. It was a map of North America. Most of it was white, but there were small dark blue spots over the east coast in the US and a large blotch covering almost the entire east coast in Canada.
“The blue area is where our enemy is stationed right now. They have quite a number of HQs in Montreal. It’s a miracle I managed to reach you before them.” Altaïr’s eyes met his, and despite the incredulous topic of conversation, Malik felt immense comfort in his words. “If they haven’t tried to get you or your brother before, I doubt they will now. But your brother would be safer here with us.”
He was left speechless. Bad guys in Montreal? Kadar was in danger?
“You say a lot of surreal things, but you have yet to show me any proof of all this. What makes you think I’m going to move my brother here because you think it’s dangerous there?”
Silence. Altaïr averted his eyes, but something told him he had hit a sore spot. Altaïr seemed angry and this was something he had never seen in him before - anger, not even during their first meeting in the library. The laptop was brought back to Altaïr and he continued working on whatever he had been doing before.
“It’s your call, but don’t blame me later.”
OP
OH GOD I WAS SO HYPE TO SEE THIS UPDATE I SCREAMED TO MY FRIEND AND WE BOTH QUICKLY RAN HERE TO READ IT.
She says it was so worth the wait :] and i have to agree. we seriously just flip out about it on skype and ;sg;k;wr guGH WE both really really love it ok.
ugh the sex scene though god damn A+ good job do like. <33
UGlef the end though oh no :(((
i seriously get so excited reading this fic and UGh EZIO AND SOFIA IM STILL SO HAPPY YOU INCLUDED THAT GOSH. I hope malik remembers soon and i hope kadar stays safe but lsrglwrg i can only wait and see AND WAIT I WILL!! <33 also curious about des and lucy (are they together gosh i hope so??) and what part they will play if any!
fabulous update author anon ;U;
Author!Anon here
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)Dear Juno on apocalypse, are you me OP? First you like AltMal, then you like Ezio/Sofia and now DesLucy too???
This anon didn't really have any other plans for secondary chars in this story, but I just might write spin-off minifills expanding on Ezio and Sofia's backstory for this fic and Lucy and Des'. (As a matter of fact, seeing as DesLucy is my ultimate AC OTP and I'm really enjoying writing this fic, I did already plan on writing something about them and post on AO3 or tumblr).
That and there's a severe lack of DesLucy fics in general
Re: Author!Anon here
And yes i really like deslucy but like you said it's really rare to find ANY fics of them ;3; ahhhh I hope you do make some lil side fics that would be awesome <333
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