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Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me... by Enamie
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin
Altair has a heart.Altair shoved and pushed his way through the thick crowd of people.Desperately trying to reach the fight in time to help a 'brother'. Soft pants escaped his lips as he pushed his body to move faster.Loud clangs of weapons could be heard through the still air of Jerusalem's streets.Altair has a heart. by AssassinEzioAuditore
He was only inches away now.His target was now completely in his line of sight."Almost..."
A heavily armed Templar thrust his sword into the others back clean through the others abdomen,causing him to fall against the enemies body.Cold steel pressed against his throat to draw a small amount of blood."Now you die,you filthy Assassin."The blade tore through his throat in one swift movement.
The body slid off the crimson stained sword, hitting the ground with a soft thud. The Templar spat on the lifeless body before walking off with a nasty chuckle escaping his lips.
Altair stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the Assassin's body hit the ground. The world around him seemed to speed u