Altair and Chloe raced up the crates. Getting over the wall without being seen was easy, most of the forces were concentrated strictly by the gates.

From the wall they jumped onto the roof of a nearby building. Keeping mostly to the rooftops, they managed to stay away from the guards.

At first glance, they would only see Altair and a boy running along the roof. Chloe was transformed into just another faceless male in the crowd, making it easier for her to slip away after all this.

We slipped down off the building and into the crowd. If they could get to the bureau, Altair was certain they'd be fine. He could see its flag waving just over a block away, but it couldn't be that easy. From here he could hear the distant shouting of troops, demanding a sweep of the city. Running would easily give then away so Altair and Chloe settled for a brisk walk.

Even that was too much. Soldiers turned the corner and found them instantly, shouting and pointing at them. Altair took the lead, heading straight down a side street with Chloe close it tow.

There was more shouting but nether of them turned back as they ran. They had to hide, to get away from them. If they were able to stay under the radar, Chloe could change back into her usual clothes and easily walk away from all of this. If only they could find a hiding spot.

A fork in the road came into view. On one side guards were pilling in, slowed only by an angry looking group of men dressed in black. Chloe and Altair side stepped the fight and bolted down the clear path.

Ahead they could see a clearing, leading to a fenced of strip Altair knew was the river he had fallen into just days ago. He started to slow down, looking for any other way but received a push from Chloe, urging him forward.

An arrow struck the wall next to them, kick starting him mind back into action. He could deal with the water. The water was now his friend, his ally. He could deal with it.

"Water?" Chloe whispered, a twinkle in her eyes as adrenaline pushed her forward.

Altair nodded.

She ran at the low railing and dived into the water. She started off towards a bridge but hesitated, waiting for him to follow.

Altair hopped onto the fence, looking down at the cold, unforgiving water that had almost taken his life. He could do this. He was stronger now, he had—a stabbing pain struck his shoulder and reverberated down through his whole body, pitching him forwards into the water. He dimly heard Chloe scream, but his senses were overcome by that awful feeling of no air slipping around his body like a glove. Moving hurt and so he didn't. Chloe would understand, she was strong enough to get away. She wasn't stupid enough to jeopardize her life when she had a family to go back to, a life…

He wasn't afraid of death, not with the lingering thought to Chloe.

And so he sank into the depth of the water, leaving himself in the hands of faith.

And the hands of faith did embrace him… just not in the way he expected.

He was being pulled up and up… maybe it was his God coming for him?

He gasped as his lungs finally filled with air again. Chloe was next to him, pulling him under the bridge, the area of safety. The water was cooler under the bridge in the shade, it was so nice.

Chloe's voice shook him from his daze. "How's your shoulder?" she asked, worry lacing her voice.

An arrow was protruding from it, blood leaking out contaminating the water around them.

Boots thudded on the bridge around them. "Where is he?" A harsh voice called, "Did you see were he went to?"

"He fell into the water." Another voice reported.

"He had to have drowned!" A third voice said.

The harsh voice laughed. "The great Assassin, killed by my men!" another laugh, "This will be a great win to announce to the Captain. Come men, tonight we celebrate!" A round of cheers sounded and the footsteps receded.

Chloe and Altair didn't move. A small dock bobbed in the water to their right. "I'll pull you over." Chloe murmured and started off to it. She got onto it first to help him up.

"You'll have to take the arrow out." Altair murmured.

Chloe's eyes were as wide as plates. "I can't do that."

"Yes you can," Altair urged, "I'll talk you through it."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Take a extra shirt out of the bag and get it ready. On three, you'll snap the back off the arrow. Then, you'll pull it out by the head. As soon as it's out, put the shirt on it and apply pressure. Do you understand?"

Chloe nodded numbly. There was no way she felt comfortable doing this, but she pulled a shirt out of the bag anyways.

"One." Altair said, looking hard at her.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Two…Three!" He said, shutting his eyes quick.

She snapped the feathered end off the arrow. Altair let out a grunt of pain but kept his eyes closed.

She wrapped her hands around the arrow and pulled slowly and carefully.

Altair cried out as she did. He could feel it sliding from his body, until finally the feeling was gone and he knew the arrow had left his body. A hard pressure was applied to the spot of injury and he sigh in relief.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Chloe, and he'd never felt more relieved. They were both alive.

Altair helped Chloe tear up the shirt to warp his shoulder, then changed into a fresh shirt to hide the wound and blood. They carefully made their way up the ladder, thankful that the bureau wasn't too far away.

Once inside, the Rafiq would be able to tend to Altair's wounds. The walk to the bureau was a silent one, not that Altair minded but he could see the tension in Chloe's shoulders. As he looked around, he noticed nothing out of place. No one was staring at them, no soldiers were running in their direction and no one was firing arrows at them. To them, the assassin had died. They had no idea that he had survived and was walking among them.

He felt a burst of pride within himself. This is what Al Mualim wanted him to be able to accomplish.

Going through the roof would take too much of a toll on his shoulder so he settled for the door. Chloe didn't follow him inside.

"Are you coming?" he asked, not quite ready to leave her yet. His shoulder was admitting a blazing heat and he could feel the cloth absorbing blood, still seeping from his wound.

Chloe shook her head timidly. "I have to get home." She said, staring at the floor.

Altair nodded, not saying anything.

Chloe sighed and looked up. "You'll come visit me, so I can be sure your shoulder's better?"

As Altair looked down at Chloe, he could se how sad she was to be parting ways. In a way, this was painful to him too. He had become fond of the girl standing before him, and even in men's clothing, she was beautiful.

Altair pulled her into a one armed huge. "I promise." He whispered into her hair.

And then he pulled back, and their lips met.

He made good on that promise one month later, with a mostly healed shoulder, and then many times after that.

AN-That's it! Thank everyone, your patient is much appritiated, I know I took a long time. I hope you like it! ^^

My inspirations:

The Cave-Mumford & Sons

Teenagers-My Chemical Romance

Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm-Get Scared ft Craig Mabbitt