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Fill: Orphaned 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Altair felt incredibly out of place in the large black car. Everything looked so expensive and clean, and Altair was sitting next to a window in clothes that hadn't been washed in well over a year. He shifted uncomfortably and clutched his duffle closer to him, before glancing up at the driver. It was the same man who had supplied him with the cell phone, and given him back his things, although the man had not spoken more than a few words to him the entire way up. Under normal circumstances, silence would have suited him just fine but these were not normal circumstances. In fact, it was about as far from normal as it possibly could be.

He looked out the window, which was just a little higher than his line of sight, and shifted uncomfortably against the seat belt. "Where are we going?" He looked back towards the driver.

"North and High."

Altair felt like he had swallowed a spoonful of sand. That had been where the man on the phone had said the bus station was. The bus station where Ezio and the others allegedly were. He had no idea how trustworthy the mysterious voice from the other end of the cellphone was, and his heartbeat was speeding up and his palms were growing more and more sweaty as his mind raced to supply him with all the scenarios that could play out where the man could not be trusted. This whole thing felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he was putting his faith in a man whose face he could not see. Altair had always thought of himself as a loner. He had done fine on his own, and he had liked it that way. Yet here he was, worrying himself sick over the welfare of four other children.

The car continued to rumble over the poorly paved city streets, and Altair clung to his bag tighter than he thought possible. He had already checked through it, to make sure that everything was still there, and he had been more than a little relieved to see they had not taken anything. The ride continued to drag on in total silence, until finally the car pulled to a jerking stop, and the driver unfastened himself and exited the car. Altair slowly unclipped his own seatbelt, and as he reached for the car handle he was very surprised when it opened for him. The driver stood there, holding the car door open, and Altair slid out, pulling his duffle over his shoulder again. He looked up at the driver, and the man stared down at him passively, before reaching deep into his pocket and pulling out a long blue lanyard, with a shining metal key at the end. He thrust it forward, and Altair stumbled to catch it. He held it up by the lanyard and frowned.

"What's this for…?" He glanced up, but the man ignored him and simply circled back around and got back in the car. The engine roared, and it backed up briefly before speeding away down the street.

Altair watched after him with his mouth agape, and then sighed, lifting the lanyard up again to look at the shining key. Engraved into the head of the key were three small numbers, a two a one and a five. "Two fifteen?" Altair mumbled, running his hands along the silver. "Two-hundred and fifteen?" He shrugged and gripped it tightly in his hands before lowering it again. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

And then, as if on cue, activated by his question, the cellphone he had tucked in his pocket began to vibrate and ring. Altair fumbled with the key, shoving it into his pocket and reaching deep into his other to grab the phone. He yanked it from the confines of his jacket and examined it closely. The screen was lit up again, and on the front were the words 'unknown caller'. Altair frowned before tapping the 'accept' button and holding it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"The key you have opens the door to a house on Sandalwood Road."

Altair scowled and shuffled in place. "Oh, I'm fine, how are you?" He muttered sarcastically. The voice on the other end chuckled a little, and Altair suddenly raised his head and began to look around him. "Wait a minute, are you watching me?" He asked, scanning the parking lot for any signs of life.

"In a way, yes." The voice sounded smug. "Smile, you're on camera."

Altair's head snapped up and he turned around, scanning the upper walls of the building. On the far left corner, there was a small security camera pointed directly at him. "You're watching me through a security camera?"

"It's not really important. Now, the key you have…"

"Just who are you?" Altair cut him off. "How did you get me out of police custody? How are you watching me through a security camera."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, before Altair heard a sigh. "I am a very influential man, Altair. And a valuable ally for you to have, so I suggest you show me some gratitude before I retract my generosity."

"I never said I wasn't grateful." Altair mumbled, shoving his hand into his pocket and gripping the key between his fingers. "What, I can't ask questions?"

"Not ones you're better off not knowing the answers too. Now." The voice sounded curt and slightly put off. "Are you going to let me explain the key or not?"

"Go for it."

"Very good." He heard the man clear his throat. "Now, then. Like I said. That key opens a door to a house on Sandalwood Road. Its house number is two one five, like it says on the key. It's not exactly five star accommodations, but it's out of the cold, so that might be a step up."

"Wait, a house?" Altair frowned. "You're giving me the key to some house?"

"Yes. Sandalwood Road is only a few blocks from where you are now. So go inside, gather your little friends and-"

"We're not going to squat in some abandoned house. That's a social worker call waiting to happen." Altair glared. "Or worse, the police. We're more transient orphans."

"Yes, I'm well aware. Unfortunately, if you want to keep your friends safe, your days of city hopping are over."

"And you've decided that, have you?"

"Look, I'm well aware of the challenges a group of children will be facing living on their own, in a suburban neighborhood. But it's like I said. I am a very influential man. Social workers will be the furthest thing from your mind." The man continued. "I'll provide money for food, and a few luxuries. You won't have to miss another meal, Altair. You won't have to think about those children going days on end without food, or being cold, or glancing over your shoulder all the time."

Altair looked down at the floor, and licked his lips before glancing back up at the bus station. "It does sound like a pretty good deal, but…"

"Being safe, and well fed, and warm… well those things might mean you have to give up a personal freedom or two." The man's voice was slightly colder. "If you want to live in the adult world, you'll have to act like an adult, Altair."

"So if I refuse?"

"Then I call some police and social workers and have them pick you up."

"You're threatening me?"

"It's not really a threat, Altair. My demands are beneficial to you, after all. I'm just trying to keep you safe." The man sighed heavily, and then began to speak again. "Well, I'll leave you to it then. Make the smart choice here, Altair."

There was a small click, and then a dial tone. Altair pulled the phone away from his ear and quickly stuffed it into his pockets. He looked up at the security camera and folded his arms in a huff, giving it the dirtiest look he could muster. He then turned to stare at the front doors of the bus station, and frowned. There was no good explanation for why he was so hesitant, but he found himself very unwilling to move. After a few moments, though it might as well have been an eternity, Altair picked his feet up, and walked into the bus station.

It was as dirty and unkempt as Altair had been expecting it to be. The floors were covered in dirt and grime, and hard deposits of salt that had been laid down on the sidewalks to keep ice from accumulating, and the whole room was lined with dirty wooden benches and a few small coffee tables. The lights overhead were of the pale blue fluorescent variety, and were emitting a high-pitched whine, which was starting to drive Altair crazy. Towards the back of the room, there were several people all slumped up against walls and seats, most of them dozing, though some were reading and doing crosswords. It was there that Altair turned his attention, as he slowly made his way towards the back, scanning the rows and examining the people. At first there was no sign of Ezio or the others, but then again, that was usually the point. Altair had schooled Ezio well in the art of not being seen when they did not want to be seen.

However, Altair was also a master of finding who he was looking for. He spotted Ezio slumped up against a bench, near a couple of adults. His chin was resting against his chest, and his eyes were closed in peaceful slumber. On his lap, nestled deep into his arms was Desmond; the child's face was red and puffy, and snot and tears glistened along his cheeks and upper lip. He was clinging to a fistful of Ezio's jacket, whimpering in a fitful sleep, his legs kicking and twitching ever so slightly. Connor and Aveline were nestled together on the edge of the bench against the armrest, each leaning on the other. Aveline's arms were tucked around Connor's chest, and he held one arm around her shoulders, his head tilted up against her hair. Any passer by would have just assumed they were there with their parents, or waiting for the bus. But naturally, Altair knew better.

He walked over to the bench they all sat on, asleep and raised his foot, slightly knocking it against Ezio's leg. The boy twitched in response, but did not wake up, so Altair kicked him again, a little harder this time. "Ezio. Wake up."

The mention of his friend's name brought his head up, in a startled and still half asleep panic. He looked around him, before his eyes settled on Altair's jacket, and then slowly made their way up to his face. The look of shock on Ezio's face was amusing to say the least. "Altair?"

"Yeah." Altair nodded, and Ezio jumped up, clearly forgetting about the two year old he held nestled in his arms. Desmond dropped a few inches before Ezio got his thoughts together and readjusted his grip on the two year old, lifting him up. The act had startled Desmond awake and he let out a protesting cry, which almost instantly gave way to sobbing as he grabbed more fistfuls of Ezio's coat.

"Altair, you're okay!" Ezio ignored the screaming child, and continued to stare on at Altair, with beaming eyes and the happiest expression Altair had ever seen. Upon this mention, Desmond turned his head and finally caught a glimpse of Altair, and he reacted instantly. He nearly threw himself forwards, extending his arms, and continuing to cry. Altair caught him, startled by the sudden display, and slowly removed him from Ezio's arms. He pulled him up, and held him against his shoulder, which Desmond promptly buried his face into, wrapping his arms around Altair's neck. Altair could not complain, as the act seemed to soothe the child, which meant no more screaming or crying.

"Yeah…" He huffed, adjusting his grip on Desmond. "Yeah, I'm fine."

The entire commotion had been a lot louder and a lot more of a show than Altair had been expecting, and more than a few people were starting to rouse from their sleep to stare at them. This included Connor an Aveline. The two children sat up, looking around, confused and dazed. Connor reached up to rub his eyes and Aveline pulled herself up to look around. She spotted Altair first, and smiled widely.

"Altair!"

Connor looked up, and went wide-eyed at the sight of him. "You're back!"

"Yes. Yes I'm back." Altair spoke in a quiet and strained voice. "Now please, be quiet!"

A hush fell over the group, and Altair slowly sighed and then nodded his head back at the other end of the bus station. "Come on, let's talk outside."

Ezio nodded and stood up, reaching out to help Connor and Aveline up with him. The five of them slowly made their way to the doors of the bus station, and Altair pushed his back up against them, pushing them open and propping them there as the children all filed out. It was slightly warmer on this particular day, and the lack of wind made it much more tolerable outside than it had been only yesterday. When the five of them had all gathered near the wall of the bus station, they all huddled around Altair, except Desmond, who remained placid in the older boy's grip.

"So?" Ezio walked over, holding his hands out beseechingly. "How'd you do it? How'd you get away from the cops?"

Altair frowned and looked around at the eager children, who were clearly expecting some tale of grandiose escape. "They just let me go."

"What?" Ezio blinked. "For real?"

"Yeah…" Altair sighed and shifted. "There was some guy… I guess he must be pretty important. He just got the police to let me walk."

"Really?" Ezio folded his arms. "Wow… That's useful. But, what about that dead guy? And the warehouse? I mean, those cops were shooting at us…"

"Sorry…" Altair glanced down at the ground. "I don't know anymore than I did." He then frowned and glanced down at Connor, who stared up at him in response, with his eyebrow raised. "Hey." Altair, shifted in place. "Did your mom have any friends in the police?"

"What?" Connor blinked heavily, clearly thrown off by the statement. "No, of course not. She always told me I couldn't trust anyone in the police. Why?"

"Just wondering." Altair muttered, furrowing his brow.

Aveline looked up and glanced around at the three older boys that surrounded her, and asked the question that was on everyone else's mind. "So now what do we do?"

"Well…" Altair removed one of his hands from Desmond, supporting him with only one, and reached into his pocket. "I think I have a place for us to go."

"You do?" Ezio frowned, folding his arms.

"Yeah." Altair pulled the long lanyard from his pocket and dangled the key in front of them. "You guys ever squat in an abandoned house before?"

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Fill: Orphaned 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

The man on the phone had not been lying when he had said that Sandalwood Road was only a few blocks from where they were. It was relatively close to town and a few convenience stores, although the further down they went, the more secluded the place felt. The house they stood in front of now was small and grey, with the shining brass numbers two fifteen nailed to the wall next to the door.

"This place?" Ezio frowned, looking it up and down. "It doesn't look very abandoned to me."

"It's abandoned." Altair looked down at the key in his hand. "Trust me."

"How did you know about this place?" The second eldest of their group eyed him warily, and Altair swallowed heavily under the scrutinizing gaze.

"I just did, alright?" He gripped the key tightly in his fingers, and very slowly made his way up to the front door. It was a large cedar door, with black peeling paint, and a very small triangular window towards the top. Altair took a deep breath, and shoved the key into the small golden lock that sat a few inches over a dirty metal doorknob, and turned. It was an effort to get the lock to turn, but after a while it opened with a thunk, and Altair was able to pull the key out. He looked back at the group of kids who stood a little ways behind him, and slowly pushed the door inwards and stepped inside.

It wasn't a nice house by any stretch of the imagination. It looked as though it was ready to fall apart at the hinges at any second, and crash all around them. When the man on the phone had said 'not exactly five stars', Altair had at least expected three stars. Maybe two and a half.

"This is where we're going to squat?" Ezio walked in behind him, running a hand on one of the water stains that lined the walls. "Its um… nice?"

"This place is a dump." Connor walked in ahead of him.

"Yeah, well…" Altair folded his arms. "Its safe here, at least."

"How do you know that?" Ezio frowned at him.

"I just do, okay?"

Connor and Aveline both began to poke around through the living area, and began to explore the hallway that connected to it. Ezio walked up beside Altair as he shut the door, and Altair felt Desmond's small fingers close around his pant leg. He put a hand on top of the child's head, and looked over at his friend who was staring at him with folded arms. Altair sighed and shook his head.

"Look, its got running water, electricity… a heating system…" He looked over at the heater on the wall. "Sort of."

"Yeah, I know, Altair but…" Ezio sighed. "We're not going to stay here long, are we?"

"I don't know, Ezio…"

Then suddenly they both heard Aveline let out a shrill cry, and the girl tore from the back room, running through the hall and grabbing onto Ezio, hugging him around the knees and burying her face into his stomach. Ezio gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, and Altair looked up prepared to be horrified by whatever was back there that had made the girl run… When Connor came running out, holding something small and furry in his hands.

"Look! I found a rat!" He beamed, running his hand along the creature's fur. "Can I keep it?"

Ezio stared down at the rodent in Connor's hands, and then turned to look at Altair, with a look that spoke exactly what the younger boy was trying to convey. Altair just sighed and put a hand on Aveline's head, patting it, and looking back up at Ezio.

"Not too long, I hope." He muttered.

Re: Fill: Orphaned 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ahahah, Connor and the newfound pet rat is hilarious ! I love the thoughts of Altaïr, it's really good. Keep it awesome, you're wondeful author!anon.

OP.