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Title: Exhilarating
Characters: Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Marco Barbarigo
Notes: Following Carnevale, the second half of the assassination.
It was an exhilarating feeling, however wrong it was, to feel his blade press into the man's side, between his ribs, and stabbing through. To watch the blood make a tiny fountain as the edge poked out from the skin. To hear his strangled noises of protest, protest towards death and to the Assassin who killed him. And it would take only a notice for everyone to notice the deceased man being held up by the stranger in white. But for now, it seems that time had stopped so the two could talk, information passed on and last rights given. Though, the man was unwilling to let life go.
"N-no! It... I-it's too soon! I'm not ready."
The Assassin did not smile, but merely bowed his head as the man's life flowed away in the blood that stained his hands, pooled beneath his body.
"We rarely are. Che la morte non sia crudele. Requiescat in pace."
With these last rights, the man laid the corpse down and reality seemed to snap back into place, guards were on him swarming him, trying to pull him off the ship to kill him. But, of course, the Assassin had planned for this. He climb to the top of the ship, the crow's nest they called it, and pushed himself off it, executing a dive that would've made any father proud, and wwent under the water. Shouts of confusion by the guards were muffled as he forced himself to concentrate on getting away, his heart pounding fast... Excitement? Fear? Whichever, he did not know nor did he care at this point. It had been the same the other times he had killed, whether it be guards or men like the one he had killed, political conspirators and Templars. He swam up and took in a gulp of air, floating for a moment in the shadowed water as he watched the guards desperately try to find the man who had killed Marco Barbarigo, who had killed his Templar brothers, who was killing them to finish his fathers work and, most importantly, get revenge on the damnable souls who did it. The circle had grown from one man to many, and he did not see where the list would stop, when it would stop with Rodrigo Borgia, the bastard who had started this all.
As he swam away and heaved himself up onto the land, running up and grabbing a side of the building and pulling himself up there, he wondered when he, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, would be able to walk in public like a normal man again.
Characters: Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Marco Barbarigo
Notes: Following Carnevale, the second half of the assassination.
It was an exhilarating feeling, however wrong it was, to feel his blade press into the man's side, between his ribs, and stabbing through. To watch the blood make a tiny fountain as the edge poked out from the skin. To hear his strangled noises of protest, protest towards death and to the Assassin who killed him. And it would take only a notice for everyone to notice the deceased man being held up by the stranger in white. But for now, it seems that time had stopped so the two could talk, information passed on and last rights given. Though, the man was unwilling to let life go.
"N-no! It... I-it's too soon! I'm not ready."
The Assassin did not smile, but merely bowed his head as the man's life flowed away in the blood that stained his hands, pooled beneath his body.
"We rarely are. Che la morte non sia crudele. Requiescat in pace."
With these last rights, the man laid the corpse down and reality seemed to snap back into place, guards were on him swarming him, trying to pull him off the ship to kill him. But, of course, the Assassin had planned for this. He climb to the top of the ship, the crow's nest they called it, and pushed himself off it, executing a dive that would've made any father proud, and wwent under the water. Shouts of confusion by the guards were muffled as he forced himself to concentrate on getting away, his heart pounding fast... Excitement? Fear? Whichever, he did not know nor did he care at this point. It had been the same the other times he had killed, whether it be guards or men like the one he had killed, political conspirators and Templars. He swam up and took in a gulp of air, floating for a moment in the shadowed water as he watched the guards desperately try to find the man who had killed Marco Barbarigo, who had killed his Templar brothers, who was killing them to finish his fathers work and, most importantly, get revenge on the damnable souls who did it. The circle had grown from one man to many, and he did not see where the list would stop, when it would stop with Rodrigo Borgia, the bastard who had started this all.
As he swam away and heaved himself up onto the land, running up and grabbing a side of the building and pulling himself up there, he wondered when he, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, would be able to walk in public like a normal man again.