dying stars.dear you,I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.I watch you slip further down the drain.dear you,I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
The AssassinTHE ASSASSINSilently he moves through the nightMaking not a sound and staying out of sightHe moves through the streets with deadly graceWithout any emotion showing on his faceHe has his list and knows what to doAnd knows that tonight his victim is youInto your house he slowly movesHe sold his soul and has nothing to loseYou arrive home and let yourself inNow it's time for the fun to beginDrowsy and tired you fall asleepKilling you will be an easy featSlowly he creeps up to your bedAnd silently he lowers his headQuietly he exposes his bladeThis he must do for he's already been paidSkillfully he stabs through the heartNow it is done, that deed so darkSilently he leaves this placeA look of sorrow and pain upon his faceA single tear drops from his eyeFor it was the one he loved who had to die
Altair: Eagle's PreyJaffa 1191 CEAltair walked along the corridor, following his prey. His walk was confident as if he belonged in the crowded mansion with servants scurrying here and there. The torches sizzled, unusually loud, or perhaps it was his own extended senses, taking in every sound, smell, look, and observing and classifying information he was not even aware of yet. The man ahead, the man hed been sent to kill, wore green an ankle-length overcoat matching his turban, wound about his head with a feather sticking up into the air from the front of it. Altair followed that feather like a hound on a scent.The man walked lazily, seemingly without purpose. This was his friends house. He had nothing to fear. He was safe. Altair allowed a chill smile to tug the corners of his mouth slightly. He would beg to differ. The Assassin knew the poise was wrong. The man was worried. VERY worried. He knew that an Assassin dogged his steps he just did not know how close death was.
Assassin's Creed chatroom9:02 PM- EagleofMasyaf9102 has logged in.9:03 PM- Jerusalem_Rafiq has logged in.EagleofMasyaf9102: greetings, Malik.Jerusalem_Rafiq: sup n00bEagleofMasyaf9102: i didn't know u had internet thereJerusalem_Rafiq: Ya Damascus_Rafiq2 set it up for me. It's in the incense burner.EagleofMasyaf9102: sweet.9:05 PM- AppleLover24 has logged in.AppleLover24: whut r u 2 novices doing online?!EagleofMasyaf9102: discussing important mission details, master.Jerusalem_Rafiq: what r YOU doing online, master?AppleLover24: checking facebook.Jerusalem_Rafiq: o_0EagleofMasyaf9102: lolAppleLover24: well if u 2 r busy i guess i'll goEagleofMasyaf9102: k, by master.9:07 PM- AppleLover24 has logged out.EagleofMasyaf9102: so how's Jerusalem?Jerusalem_Rafiq: s'okay. Traffic's been awful though.EagleofMasyaf9102: that must suck.Jerusalem_Rafiq: yeah. How's Damascus?EagleofMasyaf9102: awesomesauce. Did u know the rafiq here was a hacker? His stuff is amazing.Jerusalem_Rafiq: dat drugdealer's
Assassin Series 4EcstasyThe hunt, the chase, the capture. The kill. When you have your prey backed into a corner after a long, tiring hunt. When they know they have no chance of escape even as their eyes dart around, avoiding your gaze. When you can smell the fear coating their skin. When you can look into their eyes and watch their pathetic search for a way out. When you look into their eyes and see the exact moment when they know that all is lost. They are defenseless against you.Rapture.Slinking through the darkened passages. Skirting the light like it's a plague. Hiding the depths of the shadows most sensible people would avoid. The rush of adrenaline pounding through your veins as you stalk your prey. The way your heartbeat and breathing seem unusually loud as you creep through empty corridors. The way you can track your target by the barest of clues.Exciting.The feel of the leather handle against the palm of your hand as you draw it from its sheath. The silent whistle of breath