Under an Illusion: Secrets Unfold part 2
Chapter 3 (continued)
“I am not a brat!”
“But you admit you’re impudent and haughty?” He smirked arrogantly and it boiled my blood as I clenched my fist.
“I never sai-”
“Enough!” Al Mualim’s voice boomed and bounced off the walls through the Fortress. It startled everyone, even the guards at the bottom floor, and he moved in between us, pushing at our chests with none too surprising strength.
“You’re both acting like bickering, starving children over a small piece of bread. Stop with your foolishness and start acting like the talented assassins I know. I’m going to need you both getting along, now that Altair knows.”
“What?!” We responded in unison and I turned my head to glare at him spitefully. He dared thought he was above me? ‘I am Altair. I am the top assassin.’ Al Mualim turned to us both with a stern gaze.
“Master, I don’t think I need any help with my missions and even then, why would you pair me up with some Templar?”
“Not a Templar, you arrogant brat.” He growled, taking a step towards me but stopped as Al Mualim glared at him.
“I’m not a brat and I’m quite certain I don’t need your help with anything.” I shook my fist at him and he scoffed, folding his arms across his chest and ignoring me.
“I’ve already settled my mind on it, Altair.”
“But Mast-”
“I’ve already decided! You know of Amir’s mission which means you two will be paired up with each other more often. It will help me and the Creed greatly. But do not force me to make it an order.” He pointed towards me first in warning and then at Amir. Al Mualim wasn’t going to budge on the matter. We exchanged hate filled glances.
“Yes Master.” We replied again in unison but I bowed obediently, the man merely nodded. And he considered me the impudent one?
“Good,” Al Mualim stepped behind his desk and sat in his chair, slowly watching our reactions before continuing, “Rest and then venture out into Acre, I have need of both your talents working together. Some nobleman thinks preaching his own beliefs will bring him a higher rank in the Kingdom, I need you two to put him in his place.
He’ll be heavily guarded and I want you to negotiate with him to step down before engaging in battle. You need only teach him a lesson; it’ll keep him in place. Now go, I must focus on my studies.” Al Mualim waved us away and I went down the stairs after mumbling, ‘yes master’.
I walked away from the Fortress with ungodly speed, anger boiling my blood to the point of receiving a headache. As I walked through Masyaf I noticed it was a lot busier than before. I sat at a bench and scanned the area. To my dismay, as I listened in on all sorts of conversations, only one name was repeated constantly.
‘Amir…’ Angrily I stood up and walked towards the training grounds. I looked up and realized he was standing not too far from me. How could someone so insignificant, rile me so? I glared daggers at him as I watched him talk with the others.
‘That’s the first time I've heard of him and now his name is all over the place. What? Did I just completely ignore the fact that there was another assassin at my level? No, that can't be it....’ Abruptly I stood and stomped towards him.
“Why is it that I've never heard of you before now?” Amir looked at me with a confused glance and answered with what seemed like he was a little unsure of himself. It wasn't that hard of a question. He should have just answered it.
“Altair. I'm two years your senior. There are many reasons why we've never crossed paths before.”
“That’s no excuse. Where have you been hiding all this time? You can’t expect me to believe you’ve been an Assassin all this time under the guise of a Templar Knight.”
“Altair. You remember the raid, the one you killed my superior over? How do you think the Templars were able to even find Masyaf, let alone attack it so coincidentally when all the Assassins were gone?” I opened my mouth in silent retort and then closed it. ‘How did that raid happen?’
“Al Mualim wants to eliminate the Templar’s no matter what; even if it means attacking his own village. Do you understand?”
“Are you saying the raid and my killing your Templar superior was all part of Al Mualim’s plan to get rid of the Templars?” He nodded before hitting my back playfully.
“You’re smarter than you let on Altair. Maybe you’re not so bad after all?” I smacked his hand away as he laughed.
“And what is that supposed to mean?!” I yelled in offense as he raised his hands in the air defensively. ‘I can’t believe I have to work with this idiot…’
“That’s it, let’s just go to Acre and get this mission over with. The faster I don’t have to work with you, the better.” I felt my entire face heat up again and I was thankful for my hood that concealed everything but my eyes. There was no way I would have allowed Amir to see me so frustrated.
He’d probably make me even angrier with another clever quip at my expense. ‘Clever quip? There’s nothing clever about him or the things that come out of his mouth. He infuriates me to no end.’
It took a day’s ride before we arrived at Acre; faster than expected, reaching it at midday. We were inside the city with ease as his Templar status gave him a clear pass for just about anything. It took us awhile but we were able to find our target.
The nobleman was nothing special. Just some lowlife who thought he could climb to the top with what little money he had. He thought that preaching his own beliefs and running his followers dry would help him succeed. I begged to differ.
We were near the docking bay for the ships. The nobleman most likely would preach from the biggest one; a boat he more than likely wasted all his assets on. We approached a crowd, I turned towards Amir and he nodded in response. Divide and conquer.
I moved towards the left side of the crowd, pushing people lightly out of my way. They swayed like tall grass in the wind, the sea crisp air wafting over all of them as they listened to the nobleman’s speech. ‘Complete and utter nonsense, if only they could see.’
A small breeze moved against my face and picked up, dangerously pushing against my hood. I caught it quickly before it flipped backwards off my head, and held my hand protectively over it before the wind died down. He had minimal guards, positioned underneath him and off the boat.
There was no way anyone would be able to stop me. I moved with ungodly speed as the nobleman raised his arms in the air and I jumped from an elevated platform, drawing my hidden blade. I pulled my arm back and as I landed the nobleman pulled back in terror. He covered his face with his hands and an enormous gust of wind pushed at my front and his back.
I ignored everything else as I went in for the kill. The world seemed brighter for some reason as I grabbed the back of the nobleman’s head and stabbed him in the neck. There was no sound from him other than the blood gurgling in his throat as he withered in my arms.
He clutched tightly onto my robes, staring at me with wide surprise before his grip loosened and he was gone. The screams of the crowd were voiced from the front first, as they always were. The guards barely registering what had happened and I released the body from my hold.
I stood and turned to see Amir, frozen in the running crowd around him, staring at me with a piercing heated gaze. I felt my entire body go hot before I looked away and ducked down, stepping off the podium. I felt my cheeks in wild amazement. ‘What in the world just happened?’
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A/N: Finished!!! So what’d ya think? Cute right?! I kept dying each time I tried to write past Altair thinking Amir was a woman. Priceless. And Big Daddy is what a friend of mine had gotten me to call Al Mualim when she had introduced the game to me so that was for ya sweetie!!! XP Hope ya’ll liked it. Remember, the more people who review this story, the faster a chapter is written and posted. Lol, see ya next time <(^p^)>