Immortality

Chapter 2

I tightened the grip on the wheel, looking down at my right hand, checking to make sure my ring was there. I then focused my attention back on the road. "How did you know my name?" Malik asks from next to me. 

I think for a moment before answering, "I read you in the books." Was all I said, not looking away from the road. 

"You mean we've been written in history?" I hear Jacob ask, sounding a bit shocked. 

"Not exactly. In normal history books, no. However in the Assassin history books, yes." I answer. I glance in the rearview mirror, looking at the assassins. Ezio was simply looking out the window in amazement, Altair sat next to him with his arms crossed not looking happy, Jacob sat next to Altair who was now looking out the window as well. In the next row there was Evie who was looking around in alert, next to her was Henry Green who seemed relaxed, next to him was Connor who had his head laid back asleep. Then in the last row was Haytham who was having a conversation with Edward who was sitting next to him, then Shay who seemed asleep as well. Arno however, was sitting on the floor in front of the first three seats. 

I already introduced everyone to everyone, the only thing they are missing is that Haytham and Shay are templars. Thank god they both sort of rolled with it or else I might've had to stop a slaughter. Connor seemed to roll with it as well, but I did notice him glare at Haytham every now and then. Yet one thing they all had in common ... they didn't remember me. 

My guess is that they are still sort of ... rebuilding themselves, memories might just take a bit longer. Or maybe that's just the cost of my offering up my own soul to bring them back to life, maybe I'm wiped from their memories forever. 

I shake my head, I can't have those negative thoughts. For now, I just have to hope they will remember me soon. 

I jump as my phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me out of my daze. I take one hand off the wheel, reaching into my pocket and took out my phone. 

"What is that?" I hear Altair question, I could practically feel his glare. 

"It's a phone. A form of communication." I answer him, looking down at it to see a missed call from a girl named Juliet. I raise a brow, pressing the call button then holding the phone up to my ear. 

After a couple of rings the person on the other line picked up, "Hello?" 

"Hey Julie, you called me earlier?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the road. 

"Oh yes! Um ... we have a slight issue." Julie said on the other line, sounding nervous. 

I let out a small sigh, "What is it?" 

"Well ... as we were waiting for you to return ... um the templars found out where we are and um ... launched an attack." Julie informed me, guilt laced firmly in her tone. 

I let out a groan, slouching in my seat a little, "Are you all ok at least?" 

"Yes! None of us are hurt, we all got out in time." Julie answered, sounding as cheerful as usual. 

"Good at least you guys are alright." I say, a smile forming on my lips. 

It was quiet for a moment before Julie asked, "Was the mission successful?" 

"It was, I'll tell you about it later. For now you guys find a safe place to stay, I'll go to the farm house." I order her. 

"Yes mentor." I then hang up, putting the phone back in my pocket. 

"Who was that?" Malik questioned, giving me a suspicious glare. 

"An assassin, she and three others were keeping an eye on the base. However templars invaded the base, so they are going to find a safe place to stay while I take you guys to the farm house." I inform him, glancing his way once. 

I then focused back on the road, slowing down to a stop at a stop sign, before making a right turn going deeper into the country side. I drive past many farms which were scattered about, eventually stopping by one house which was a two story, a large acre of land fenced off behind it. I pulled in, driving up the dirt driveway, putting the car into park. 

I turned off the car, then stepped out, closing the door behind me. "It's a trap! I can't get out! This strap is keeping me in place!" I hear Altair complain. 

I held back a giggle, walking over crawling into the car. "For future reference, to get out of said strap, just press this button." I clicked the button, the seat belt unbuckling, allowing Altair to be free. 

"I knew that!" Altair protested. 

"Sure you did novice." Malik commented, rolling his eyes. 

Once Altair was out, I pulled the seat down allowing the men in the back to be free. They all piled out, I walked up to the front door, taking out my keys to the house. 

I unlocked the door, letting it swing open. "Welcome to the farm house." I say, gesturing for the other assassins to enter. 

Ezio walked through first followed by everyone else, Malik being last, glaring at me. I let out a sigh, walking inside, closing the door behind me. 

"I'll get you guys some clothes to change in to." I say, closing the door behind me. 

"Why do we have to change clothes?" Connor questioned in a suspicious tone. 

"Because you stick out like a sore thumb." I answer in a cold tone. I walk upstairs, starting to grow sick and tired of being treated like a stranger by people I know. It's annoying and frustrating. 

I grabbed a few stacks of mens clothes which I have prepared for this exact moment. I then grabbed a pair of women clothes. I then sit down on a bed in the room, burying my head in my hands. "Why me?" I whimper, holding back tears. 

Malik's POV

I look around the house, looking for anything that could be proven dangerous. I then notice a few swords hung up on the wall.

One of them looked ... familiar. It was a mid length sword with a silver hands and a symbol of an eagle in the middle. The sword looked well taken care of and recently sharpened. 

"Hey novice!" I call out, gaining Altair's attention away from what looks like a large silver box. 

"Can you please stop calling me that." Altair groaned, walking over to my side. 

"Does that sword look familiar to you?" I ask him, gesturing towards the sword. 

Altair squinted his eyes, a confused look over taking his features, "Yeah it kind of does." 

"I see you have taken interest in the swords." I turn around to see (Y/N) staring at us. A large stack of clothes in her arms. 

"Where did this sword originate from?" I ask, gesturing to the sword that looked familiar to me. 

She looked at me in surprise, hope seeming to sparkle in her eyes, "That is my sword, I crafted it by hand." She answers, simply glancing at the sword. 

"Do they still craft swords nowadays?" Altair questioned, crossing his arms. 

(Y/N) shook her head, "No, I made that a long time ago." She then walks away, heading towards what seems to be a living room. She placed the clothes down on the table saying, "I got an all sorts of clothes. Just choose a few and you can go change in a room of your choosing." 

I raised a brow, "There is definitely more to her than meets the eye." 

"Agreed." Altair said with a nod.