Safety and peace, Altair.

Chapter 2!

"Now, this next story…" Malik began when Altair and him were comfortable sitting opposite of each other. "Is one that still haunts me to this day…"

Altair raised a brow. "I could not have been that horrible…"

"The stu-"

"The stump that was my arm begs to differ, I know…" Altair interrupted the rafiq before he could ramble. "Now onto the story."

Malik nodded. "Fine, fine…"

Years before!

It was a few days after Altair had decked Malik and the young assassin was ready to begin his training yet again! Smiling brightly he walked out into the fortress courtyard and watched as people parted for him as he walked! Finally! He was getting the respect he finally deserved!

"You're in my way, novice…"

Malik, despite his hood, felt a hot breath on the back of his neck and stopped in his tracks. Feeling a powerful stare on the back of his head that he was sure that if it were stronger he would lack a head. Gulping Malik turned and was face to face with Altair.

Said novice looked bored, but the evil and malice within the young assassins eyes made Malik question if Altair was really a creation of the devil and not man. "Wha-?" Malik croaked.

Altair gripped the front of his robes and brought his face to Malik's in a dead center glare. "Lets get this straight, I don't like you… you irritate me and I wish to see you broken and beaten for my amusement, tell me… how does that make you feel?" the other assassin gritted out.

"I… need new robes…" Malik squeaked, trying to sink into his robes as his head sunk into his robes.

Altair followed him, his head going into Malik's hood so he was looking into the collar of the robes. "You will need a new body after we are done today's training session, Malik!" With those words of comfort Altair let Malik go and marched past, his pace calm despite the insane words a few moments ago.

Malik went back into the fortress and changed his robes.

A few moments later all the students were gathered on a special course where they would practice their free-running, there was stepping pillars, wooden beams to swing from and a pool of water for them to dive into and swim across.

Al'Mualim smiled at his future puppets and said. "Alright, Altair, would you like to show them how to free run like a boss?"

Altair, much to everyone's surprise, shook his head and replied. "No, not today master, I would like to make it up to Malik for my… excessive force last time, he may go first…" he turned to Malik and offered that same malicious grin of evil.

Malik gulped.

"Very well, how generous Altair…" Al'Mualim said and turned to Malik. "Go now child, show me what you can do."

Malik nodded and hesitantly stepped forward, before he broke into a sprint and jumped, his foot landing clear on the first wooden pillar.

It snapped and he fell back onto the ground with a thud. "Ow…" he said, staring at the sky.

Quickly standing he climbed the second pillar and jumped to the next to try and get his momentum up again it, this continued till he reached the wooden beam, his hands gripped and he got a lot of splinters because it was extremely rough! Then it snapped too!

Malik fell to the ground and the beam on top of him, making the boy wheeze as he pushed the pillar off him. Standing he looked at his splintered hands and then quickly climbed back up and then continued to the other side.

He made it to the water and paused to observe it, it looked normal enough… he dove in… and regretted it! It was thick,… and slimy. what was it?

More water landed on his forehead and he looked up, several dozen camels were spitting down at him,

Realization dawned and him and the water was stained with his breakfast.

Al'Mualim shook his head. "Well… I shall have to find whoever this to my training course…"

No one ever noticed Altair hiding the saw knife in his robes while grinning evilly.

Only Malik who was curled up on the ground mumbling incoherently.

Current time that is then!

Altair raised his brows. "I do not remember doing such…"

"You did! I saw you!" Malik stated in a glare, pointing his thumb at the master assassin.

Altair raised his hands. "So I might have been… less then friendly."

"You… were an ass."

"Anymore stories?" Altair asked, ignoring the insult for now.

"Oh, plenty more…" Malik was calm again and he searched his memory for more way that Altair had tortured him.

End!