Ezio

Beginning or End?

It was dark.

It was hot, but cold. It felt like there were dried tears that didn't quite make it off

covering my cheeks.

Burning.

But the room was cold. I managed to open my eyes.

I could see something.

It looked a little bit like a window.

I didn't quite know where I was, but it was dark.

There was a little light flickering in the window. My vision was blurry, but everything

was slowly coming back together, growing close, as if my eyes had been crossed.

I blinked a few times, barely able to make out what I was looking at. A person,

a man--soaked in blood.

He looked tied up--but what to?

All I could see clearly was chains; chains caked in blood that wrapped around his arms and flesh dangling from the hooks that connected to those chains. I felt a burning sensation

on my neck.

I began to thrash. The man in the window was thrashing too. I calmed

down, looking at the window. I moved my head.

The man moved his head.

"No..." I wispered.

The window was a mirror, and the man inside of it was me.