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Here's To Hoping 4

[(Anonymous)]

“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.

Here's To Hoping 5

[(Anonymous)]

“Nobody ever said that if failing a mission would end up with you on the cold floor with English men all around you that want you dead. Nobody ever told ME that living with a failed mission meant to be held down to see how long it takes to scream out in mercy as they carve their names in their strange language into my flesh with a hot dagger or force down their alcohol down my throat as I stumble around, sick, dizzy, crying for you, pleading them to stop. They say I will enjoy it a lot more if I am “drunk”. Malik, I cry for you every time. I thought you would come and save me, like you always did before. But now…” Kader looked down at his missing arm.

Malik stared in sorrow at his broken brother. Words of comfort right now would not be heard by Kader’s ears and lost mind. Kader sniffed a bit. No tears came down, and Malik was sure he they would have if Kader had any left in him. Kader laughed again after another sniffle.

“It is alright though. I learned as long as I do not fight back, or anger them too much, they are gentle. I sometimes enjoy it even. I like it when they take me near the stables. They say that if I please them enough they will let me see some of the horses. You know how much I liked the horses Malik back home. Altair let me pet his once.” Kader started to ramble.

Malik held back the tears from falling down his own face. This was too much. This was why Robert let him see his brother. It was not some sort of change of heart or reward for “being good”. It was to show Malik just how much power he truly held over him and his brother. How much stronger one Templar was over two assassins. Malik started to think what would it take to beg Robert, even offer his own life, to get Kader out of the hands of the crusader soldiers and, goddamn him, in Robert’s care. Robert still had a proud and rich aura around him, still a true English noble men fighting for their God, but at least he did not injure Malik in such cruel ways to say the least…until now.

“It is alright if you enjoy it too brother. What does that man do to you? Do you think in the back of your mind that away from the Creed, away from everything, you are free to enjoy this? That was what I was told. I am free to like this as much as I want. Do you maybe even love Robe-“

Malik slapped Kader very hard and very quickly, feeling no regret for a full powerful second, standing up before his wide eyed brother, before becoming horrified and disgusted with himself. He looked at his raised hand, that caused his brothers face to turn around completely, slightly surprised he didn’t break his poor neck from the force. Kader let his head roll back slowly, his chin all the way down before slowly bringing his head up to smile up at Malik, his cheek already starting to swell.

Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

He couldn’t hold in anymore, and he didn’t want to. Malik fell to his knees in pure agony, crying hopelessly, fresh true tears of sadness and desperation falling from his tired eyes. The droplets falling on the stone floor at a rapid speed, his cheeks already drenched from the trails. His one hand grabbed quickly for Kader’s tunic front, gripping at the fabric with shaking furry and despair. “Fuck! FUCK! Kader I beg for your forgiveness! But Allah would not forgive me, nor would I, if I were to take your life and spare you from all of this. I could not bring myself to strangle you even right now to end all this pain for you. I can not! I can not! I ca-“

Kader sank down in front of his hysterical brother, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders.

“Do not worry my dearest brother.” Kader cooed and petted Malik softly as any caring mother would her child, kissing him lightly on his forehead, his temple, his shut eyes, calming him down a little.

“You do not have to kill me. I am already dead.” Malik screamed into his brother’s chest, his cries muffled by the fabric as Kader held him tighter. He prayed, truly asked his God, that Altair never made it back. He prayed that on his rush back to Masyaf he fell off his horse and broke his neck and never got the chance to tell Al Mualim of the brothers’ deaths and failed mission.


ME: TBC? Bummer man. Bummer. Well let me know if you want Robert to come back in and find the brothers all sad and stuff. Maybe he can make them feel better...WWWWAAAAAHAHAHAH! I’m going to hell and you’re all coming with me!

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

After Kadar's "reaction" anon was looking very much like a deer in the headlights. At first I just thought nothing at all had happened to him, and they KAPOW- hit with that. I really like that you've taken a different approach then what most probably imagined.

What's the alternative to Robert coming in being a delicious jackass?
...prolonged torture with further humiliation and Robert being a tender jerk Y/Y??

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

seconding prolonged torture with a side helping of humiliation because i am a huge jerk

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

Thirding prolonged drama.

We need more fills this dark and delicious.

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

Anon, you are a gentleman and a scholar.

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

Wow, I don't know how to explain how I felt after Kadar said he was already dead. I feel so sad and now I want a happy ending!!!!*cries*

I want rescue!!!

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

A-anon, You're going to make me cry if this goes on much longer. -wibbles- Kader~~ D:


w-well... since Kader didn't die, it caused some freak incident that made Altair be not a jerk and and maybe he's on his way with help?

Catpcha says: Here Overcame. Does that mean it agrees with me??

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

after all this is said and done, some nice rescuing on Altair's part would be nice C:

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

While this Anon truly...err, I'll use the word 'enjoyed', your ficlet, she really thinks some rescuing is in order. Because this Anon cries at night for poor Malik and Kader...

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

Kadar.
Kadar.
Kadar.
Kadar.
Kadar.
Kadar.
Kadar.

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

Kaderp.

Re: Here's To Hoping 6

[(Anonymous)]

This anon wishes that this fic were continued. Also echoing the request for Altair rescue. But it may never happen. ;_;