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	<u>'''''The Day after ~~Tomorrow~~'''''</u>		<u>'''''The Day after Yesterday'''''</u>

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	'''''<u>Authors notes</u>'''''		'''''<u>Authors notes</u>'''''

	This is my first fan fiction please be brutal and give me ways to improve me method ready for my next story. Thanks.		This is my first fan fiction please be brutal and give me ways to improve my method ready for my next story. Thanks.
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imported>Theatomic Derek at 20:43, 12 June 2011

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	<u>'''''The Day after Tomorrow'''''</u>		<u>'''''The Day after Tomorrow'''''</u>


	Altair reached the top of the building. The hot Jerusalem sun beat down upon his head. It was times like this he thanked god for his hood. Noon and the marketplace was allready at its busiest. If only he'd of set off earlier for it was near impossible for any normal man to see his target in this crowd but then again he was no normal man. He was an assassin. Altair's mind became focused and his senses became those of an eagle. Instanly he spotted a hooded figure stood by the fountain in the middle of marketplace and walking from him was a priest stuffing a note into his pocket. Altair watched the priest known as Brother Horatio walk towards the church in the corner of the square. Altair would have to wait until nightfall when his target should be asleep to strike.		Altair reached the top of the building. The hot Jerusalem sun beat down upon his head. It was times like this he thanked god for his hood. Noon and the marketplace was allready at its busiest. If only he'd of set off earlier for it was near impossible for any normal man to see his target in this crowd but then again he was no normal man. He was an assassin. Altair's mind became focused and his senses became those of an eagle. Instanly he spotted a hooded figure stood by the fountain in the middle of marketplace and walking from him was a priest stuffing a note into his pocket. Altair watched the priest known as Brother Horatio walk towards the church in the corner of the square. Altair would have to wait until nightfall when his target should be asleep to strike.

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			<u>'''''The Day after Tomorrow'''''</u>
			Altair reached the top of the building. The hot Jerusalem sun beat down upon his head. It was times like this he thanked god for his hood. Noon and the marketplace was allready at its busiest. If only he'd of set off earlier for it was near impossible for any normal man to see his target in this crowd but then again he was no normal man. He was an assassin. Altair's mind became focused and his senses became those of an eagle. Instanly he spotted a hooded figure stood by the fountain in the middle of marketplace and walking from him was a priest stuffing a note into his pocket. Altair watched the priest known as Brother Horatio walk towards the church in the corner of the square. Altair would have to wait until nightfall when his target should be asleep to strike.

			At midnight Altair left his shelter of the horse stable and made his way to the marketplace. The streets were erilie quiet with noone in them. The church was heavily guarded so Altair would have to find a safe way in. Then he saw them. Monks with similar garments similar to his own. He sliped in with them and walked exactly how they did. He fell behind once they were past the guards. He saw the priest on the other side of the courtyard. Altair ran into the priests bed chamber and waited behind the door until the priest walked in. Altair ran towards the priest and before the priest had time to yell Altair plunged his trusted hidden blade into the targets neck and removed the note from the priests pocket. Altair closed Horatio's eyes and lay him in the bed. Altair walked through the door and sprinted through the gate slitting the necks of the guards outside with his shortblade. He continued running towards the stables where he climbed onto a horse and galloped off to the assassins stronghold.

	~~[[User:Theatomic Derek\|Theatomic Derek]] 19:55, June 12, 2011 (UTC)~~

	theatomic DEREK

			'''''<u>By theatomic DEREK</u>'''''



			'''''<u>Authors notes</u>'''''

			This is my first fan fiction please be brutal and give me ways to improve me method ready for my next story. Thanks.
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	~~<u>'''''The Day before tomorow.'''''</u>~~


	Altair reached the top of the building. The hot jerusalem sun was beating down apon his head it was times like this he thanked god for his hood. He looked over the ledge at the busy market square. Noon and the city center was already as busy as it was going to get. Altair should of left sooner. It was near impossible for a normal man to see his target in this crowd but then again Altair was no normal man he was an assassin. His senses sharpened to those of an eagle. He then saw a man tucking a note into his coin purse he also had a cross around his neck. This must be Brother Horatio. He removed a knife from his belt and threw it to the left of the priests head thank god there was a breeze today. The knife curved striking the priest in the eye knocking the priest off of his feet. Guards ran in from every direction. Altair took a run up and dived off of the roof and into a cart of hay watching as the guards carried the unconsios body of the priest into the church. Altiar neede a way in. Then he saw them. A group of monks wearing similar garments to himself. He sliped in with them and followed them into the church falling behind when they got past the guards he ran towards the priests chamber and entered before the priest had time to scream Altair had plunged his hidden blade into the priests neck. He then opened the coin purse and removed the note he then climbed through the window and into the busy streets of damascus.

	~~'''By theatomic DEREK'''~~		[[User:Theatomic Derek\|Theatomic Derek]] 19:55, June 12, 2011 (UTC)

	~~<u>'''Authors comment'''</u>~~		theatomic DEREK

	~~This is my first fan fiction please be brutal and give me ways to improve my story I would realy appreciate it. Thanks~~
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'''''The Day before tomorow.'''''

Altair reached the top of the building. The hot jerusalem sun was beating down apon his head it was times like this he thanked god for his hood. He looked over the ledge at the busy market square. Noon and the city center was already as busy as it was going to get. Altair should of left sooner. It was near impossible for a normal man to see his target in this crowd but then again Altair was no normal man he was an assassin. His senses sharpened to those of an eagle. He then saw a man tucking a note into his coin purse he also had a cross around his neck. This must be Brother Horatio. He removed a knife from his belt and threw it to the left of the priests head thank god there was a breeze today. The knife curved striking the priest in the eye knocking the priest off of his feet. Guards ran in from every direction. Altair took a run up and dived off of the roof and into a cart of hay watching as the guards carried the unconsios body of the priest into the church. Altiar neede a way in. Then he saw them. A group of monks wearing similar garments to himself. He sliped in with them and followed them into the church falling behind when they got past the guards he ran towards the priests chamber and entered before the priest had time to scream Altair had plunged his hidden blade into the priests neck. He then opened the coin purse and removed the note he then climbed through the window and into the busy streets of damascus.

'''By theatomic DEREK'''

'''Authors comment'''

This is my first fan fiction please be brutal and give me ways to improve my story I would realy appreciate it. Thanks
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