Assassin's Creed- Instinct

Chapter 22- Dreams

Cara's POV

After recieving the information that my brother was alive, and a Templar, I didn't pay much attention to what was going on. Everything I saw and heard, was nothing but a blur.

I was shook from my delirious thoughts when my brother dumped me on the floor of some kind of prisoner cell. There was a faint dripping in the distance, and the only light was coming from a single torch which I was lucky to be quite close to.

I shivered, and curled up in a ball on the cold, hard floor. I felt incomplete, because they had taken my weaponry and my Assassin robes away from me.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Ezio was standing about 5 meters away from me, in a fighting stance. My brother was standing before him, also in a defensive position. Ezio turned toward me and smirked, evilly.

"You're so stupid Cara, thinking I cared for you. I hate you. You're a bad Assassin, and a failure to the cause. You're an ailment, dragging everyone down. Nobody cares about you."

"Its true, Cara." My brother piped up.

"We all hate you. Mother and Father always thought you were the inferior child, and they wish that they'd never had you. You're a failure."

I went to speak back, but my voice wasn't working. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, I tried to express my words in actions.

I took a step toward the two, but it just dragged me away. I tried to run over to them, but the harder I tried, the further I got dragged away. What was going on?

"Failure."

"FAILURE."

"FAILURE!"

Ezio's POV

We at least knew where she was now, so we decided to return home and discuss plans to rescue her.

I laid down in my bed, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was in a templar prison cell, with Cara. She was on the floor, having some sort of horrible dream. She had no Assassin robes on, and was sweating and shaking frantically. She was muttering words like:'Failure','Nobody loves you', 'We hate you', 'Bad assassin'.

It was creeping me out, so I tried putting my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but every step closer to her I took, the further I got away from her.

I tried screaming out to her, but nothing was happening. My voice had just cut out.

Eventually, I saw the man who was carrying her earlier. He ran up to her with a sword, and stabbed it straight through her chest. She screamed something, and it echoed over to me. Blood spurted from her in every direction, and it was not a pretty sight.

"Ezio."

"EZIO!"

"EZIO!"