A Lonely Day on the Rooftops
The Exciting Second Chapter!
Altair was having some delicious lunch, consisting of nothing because it was Ramadan (although he wasn't religious), when he noticed something else strange: the lady he just killed had respawned! What was this incredible conspiracy?
"Son of a none!" Altair exclaimed. "How is she alive! Infidel devil!"
"Hey, you! Woman I just killed!"
The woman made no reply, as even though she spoke Arabic, she did not speak it well enough to understand the droning of the crowd.
"Woman! Hey, come here!"
The woman reacted not to Altair's words, but to their sheer volume. Although he had been trained to be more silent than a mouse, he was capable of speaking in a very commanding voice.
"Mon Dieu! C'est un Assassin!"
Altair felt a strange sense of deja vu when she said this. During his confusion, the woman started running off, getting a head start. However, being an Assassin, he caught up with her after 20 or so paces and stopped her in her tracks.
"How is it that you are alive!"
"What? What do you mean! I was born, that's how! I am not understanding!"
Altair realized what was happening. She did not know that she had been revived, nor did she remember her death.
"Well, woman, are you Madame de Pinotnoir?"
"Yes," she said frankly, sassily putting her hands on her hips.
"Then you shall die!"
"Oh no you di'in't!" This time, having a chance to react while not in shock from the death of her husband (who had probably respawned as well), she drew a small knife from her back pocket. However, she was easily bested by the better-trained Assassin. He dipped his trusty feather into her blood once again and sneaked out of the city. He mounted a horse and rode off for Masyaf, having a new and exciting story to tell Malik and al-Mualim.
And so there marks the end of the New and Exciting Chapter Two!
My other stories are going to be updated soon... at some point...