Coming Undone Chapter 8

    I ran into the streets, and noticed something strange. The people were not acting like themselves. It looked like they were under some sort of trance. I heard the clash of metal on metal coming from the fortress and I ran in that direction. 
    I ran past the guards and into the courtyard, where I saw Altair fight other assassins. I pulled out my blade and joined the fight, stabbing one in the back. I looked down sadly at the novice. "Rest in peace." I whispered. I pulled the wax from my ears and went to hug Altair, when my movements stopped. I groaned, struggling against the invisible force holding me in place. 
    "Well, look what the cat dragged in!" The Masters sneering voice said, and I realized how much I had hated that voice.  "Altair's little pet come to save him!"
    "Let us go and fight like a man!" I challenged. "Or are you scared, Master? Or should I even call you that?" He walked towards me and cupped my chin in his hand, before slapping me.
    "Don't speak to me that way, girl!" He spat and I glared at him even more. "You will call me that-"
    "Or what? You'll kill me like you killed my mother?" I asked, sneering. "I know about what you did. Why did you raise me if I was your target? Was I just another spoil of war?!" He slapped me again, but I didn't let any of the pain I felt so on my face.
    "You are part Templar, child. Why do you think that they leave you be? You have your father's eyes, but your mother's stubbornness."
    "Don't you dare talk about my mother! She trusted you, and you killed her because she wouldn't tell you where I had gone!" I yelled. I saw Altair start to move a little, and I kept going. "I was just another spoil from this god forsaken war! You couldn't kill me when I was younger because I had made friends. I'm sorry that it cost Kadar for me to realize that."
    "And I'm sorry that I didn't kill you when I had the chance...." The Master said, pulling out the same knife he used to try and kill Altair. "But now I guess I do. I wonder if you'll scream, or stay silent like your dear old-" He let out a strangled grunt, and my ability to move came back to me, and I backed off before his limp body could hit me. The apple fell out of his hand and I picked it up.
    "No, I'll survive." I whispered. "Something my mom never got to do." I felt arms wrap around my waist and someone kiss my cheek. I turned my head to see Altair behind me and I turned around in is arms, hugging him. The sound of footsteps came closer, but I didn't look up. 
    "Is she ok?" I heard Malik ask, and I felt something brush the top of my head and heard Altair's voice.
    "Yeah. She's just tired."