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REWRITE: [13] END.
(Anonymous) 2011-03-31 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)Bastiano found his cell quickly enough, and seeing his ruined face and body, turned back to Ezio and the others looking pale and sick. Piero was dying, and the sooner his suffering ended, the better.
"I'm sorry," Ezio said, crouching beside his apprentice. He smoothed back his hair, looked into dazed brown eyes for the last time. Then he pushed the blade into his throat, quick and clean.
"Requiescat in pace. It was an honour to fight beside you, brother." He gently closed Piero’s eyes, then stood up. "It is done." He put a hand to his head and stumbled. Vittorio, tall and broad-shouldered, caught him easily.
"No, I can walk," Ezio said. Then he fainted.
***
He woke beneath the stars to clean air that smelled of rain, and the sound of his apprentices conversing in subdued whispers. The night was chilly, but of course, they could not risk a campfire. He stirred, rubbing his aching head, and his brothers fell silent.
Bastiano was at his side in an instant. "Here's water," he murmured, and held Ezio's head so he could drink. Emiliana and Vittorio watched from the shadows. Ezio seemed to have acquired several extra cloaks, layered over him like blankets, while his apprentices were missing theirs. He realised that he could not see Piero.
"Piero," he said, raising himself up on one elbow. Pain lanced through his body.
"I know, Maestro." Bastiano pushed his chest gently down. "Lie back. Don't try to talk."
Ezio submitted to the first instruction, but not the second. "What do you mean, you know? What happened to Piero?" he persisted. "Did you find him?"
His apprentices stared at him, then looked at each other.
"What is the matter?" he demanded. "Tell me what happened to your brother."
"Piero is dead, Maestro," Emiliana said softly.
Ezio laid a hand over his eyes. "How?"
"Cesare's men captured him."
"I hope he did not get the same as I did." He shuddered. "Was it quick?"
"Si," said all three of his apprentices at once.
"Thank God." Ezio slumped. "I do not suppose we could recover his body?"
"Not without compromising the Brotherhood," Emiliana said. "I'm sorry." She touched his arm. "Rest, Maestro. In the morning we will need to move quickly."
He heard his apprentices quickly discuss sentry duty. Vittorio and Bastiano bedded down on either side of Ezio, close enough that he could feel their body heat, while
Emiliana took the first watch.
"Thank you, Emiliana," he said to her a while later.
"What for, Maestro?" The whites of her eyes flashed in the darkness.
"I was beginning to think I would die, there."
"Did you really think we would not come for you?" she said. "Have faith. We are with you until the end." She turned back to scan the area with sharp attentive eyes. "Now be quiet, so I can listen."
He obeyed.
***
Subject Sixteen drifted in the animus, drugged and spiralling without control. It was getting easier to slide out of himself and into the data. He had infinite time, now, and thought of many things - of gods and ancient wars, and the limits of human knowledge. But mostly, he thought of a Brotherhood that echoed through history - and he knew that like Ezio, he would never be alone again.
Re: REWRITE: [13] END.
(Anonymous) 2011-04-01 12:10 am (UTC)(link)Re: REWRITE: [13] END. -OP
(Anonymous) 2011-04-02 11:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: REWRITE: [13] END.
(Anonymous) 2011-04-02 05:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: REWRITE: [13] END. -OP
(Anonymous) 2011-04-02 11:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: REWRITE: [13] END.
(Anonymous) 2011-07-17 05:57 am (UTC)(link)