“Yes. Gentle. When they take turns, hmmm, well, taking me…that is…” Kader coughed a laugh, a light hearted one. It made Malik sick from the pit of his stomach.
“They? Take…what? Kader what are you saying?”
Kader shifted his shoulders a bit, and to Malik’s surprise laid down on the bed, his legs still over the edge, knee brushing over Malik’s as the one armed brother turned to sit on his hip to look down at his strangely acting brother.
“I have been in every position I think these past few weeks. Even, ha, even upside down. They are soldiers I suppose, which either makes them very bold or very board. They don’t know my name, but they gave me a pet name, The Templar Toy. Surely out of fondness.”
Malik paled. Kader went on, staring at the roof banisters.
“Tristion is my, uh, favorite? Yes, Tristion is the only good one. He is up in the ranks and can order the others to not watch. He does not like to share me with the others. Even if they only look, I think that is because he is a very small man. He enjoys it being just him and I. I try, Malik. I try very hard to make him enjoy it. I do not what him to leave me to the vultures if he becomes to board with me.”
Kader smiled again, Malik felt the urge to hit him square in the face to get rid of that fake, sick smile. What the HELL was wrong with his brother?!
“It is not love, brother. Please don’t look at me like that. Not love. But he is the only one that does not hit me before he rapes me.” Malik’s jaw opened and hung in the air, purely lost for words. Kader…giggled? Thinking fondly back. Malik was seriously fighting the urge to vomit from the ugly sound.
“It is almost funny. He says he does not have the heart to hit me because I look like his wife. Haha, what does that mean? That his wife looks like a Muslim man, or I look like an Engish women?” Kader tilted his head to the side as if he was waiting for Malik to give him an answer.
“God. Kader. Kader, my dearest brother. What have they done to you?” Malik whispered more to himself than to the smiling fool in front of him. Malik placed a hand on the back of Kader’s head trying to look deep into his glazed over eyes that where not the same ones he saw moments ago when Kader first came into the room.
“It is alright Malik, honest it is. The Brotherhood is dead to us. Or rather, we are dead to them. It does not matter what we do anymore. I was promised by our teaching that if we train enough and die an honorable death in battle, Allah will reward us with peace. Our brothers would always remember us even when the rest of the world has not a clue of your existence. Nobody ever mentioned what happens when we do not get our deaths, Malik.”
Malik stared intently into Kader, his tone low, like a great tiger getting ready to pounce, trying to get a grip on his brother. “Kader, stop it. You are talking nonsense. Insane. The Creed would never just leave us here, Altair will make it back to Master and tell him-“
“Tell him what Malik? Tell. Him. What. That the pride of the Creed, the Master’s favorite, was thrown out of the fight before it even started? Or that he broke all the rules in less than an hour and left us to die! Al Mualim is smart, but he can not read minds. Altair will tell him he fought as much as he could, and got out but the A-Sayf brothers did not make it. He HATES you Malik, he always has ever since you two started fighting for the Master’s attention. He is not going to miss the opportunity to get rid of you and your condescending ways and still look like the hero. I do not even want to fool myself and think Master even knows I exist! He will not send valid members of the Creed to rescue us. To rescues a one armed assassin and his novice brother! They would kill us out of pity so we do not shame the Creed!! ”
“Kader please.” Malik moved his hand down to his trembling brother’s shoulder before it was slapped away harshly.
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“They? Take…what? Kader what are you saying?”
Kader shifted his shoulders a bit, and to Malik’s surprise laid down on the bed, his legs still over the edge, knee brushing over Malik’s as the one armed brother turned to sit on his hip to look down at his strangely acting brother.
“I have been in every position I think these past few weeks. Even, ha, even upside down. They are soldiers I suppose, which either makes them very bold or very board. They don’t know my name, but they gave me a pet name, The Templar Toy. Surely out of fondness.”
Malik paled. Kader went on, staring at the roof banisters.
“Tristion is my, uh, favorite? Yes, Tristion is the only good one. He is up in the ranks and can order the others to not watch. He does not like to share me with the others. Even if they only look, I think that is because he is a very small man. He enjoys it being just him and I. I try, Malik. I try very hard to make him enjoy it. I do not what him to leave me to the vultures if he becomes to board with me.”
Kader smiled again, Malik felt the urge to hit him square in the face to get rid of that fake, sick smile. What the HELL was wrong with his brother?!
“It is not love, brother. Please don’t look at me like that. Not love. But he is the only one that does not hit me before he rapes me.” Malik’s jaw opened and hung in the air, purely lost for words. Kader…giggled? Thinking fondly back. Malik was seriously fighting the urge to vomit from the ugly sound.
“It is almost funny. He says he does not have the heart to hit me because I look like his wife. Haha, what does that mean? That his wife looks like a Muslim man, or I look like an Engish women?” Kader tilted his head to the side as if he was waiting for Malik to give him an answer.
“God. Kader. Kader, my dearest brother. What have they done to you?” Malik whispered more to himself than to the smiling fool in front of him. Malik placed a hand on the back of Kader’s head trying to look deep into his glazed over eyes that where not the same ones he saw moments ago when Kader first came into the room.
“It is alright Malik, honest it is. The Brotherhood is dead to us. Or rather, we are dead to them. It does not matter what we do anymore. I was promised by our teaching that if we train enough and die an honorable death in battle, Allah will reward us with peace. Our brothers would always remember us even when the rest of the world has not a clue of your existence. Nobody ever mentioned what happens when we do not get our deaths, Malik.”
Malik stared intently into Kader, his tone low, like a great tiger getting ready to pounce, trying to get a grip on his brother. “Kader, stop it. You are talking nonsense. Insane. The Creed would never just leave us here, Altair will make it back to Master and tell him-“
“Tell him what Malik? Tell. Him. What. That the pride of the Creed, the Master’s favorite, was thrown out of the fight before it even started? Or that he broke all the rules in less than an hour and left us to die! Al Mualim is smart, but he can not read minds. Altair will tell him he fought as much as he could, and got out but the A-Sayf brothers did not make it. He HATES you Malik, he always has ever since you two started fighting for the Master’s attention. He is not going to miss the opportunity to get rid of you and your condescending ways and still look like the hero. I do not even want to fool myself and think Master even knows I exist! He will not send valid members of the Creed to rescue us. To rescues a one armed assassin and his novice brother! They would kill us out of pity so we do not shame the Creed!! ”
“Kader please.” Malik moved his hand down to his trembling brother’s shoulder before it was slapped away harshly.