A/N: A poem, inspired by Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. Wrote it for English and aced the project (if you can call it that cx ?). When I wrote this, I had just got Brotherhood and I had barely finished Sequence 1 before I had to save and go to school. The events that I had played, were all I could think about the entire day. So, when my English teacher said we'd be doing a poem Traditional or Free-Verse I thought, "Oh yeah, it's on!" And let my imagination do its job ^-^


What have I become?

-Stormy Torres

I'm shrouded in darkness,

a blanket of black.

My body, possessed with a need for revenge.

My life stalked by a trail of blood.

My family… taken from me.

Everything is cold – no warmth.

Nothing left but my blade and soul.

Humph, I may not have even that.

I watch in the shadows, for that is mu niche.

I did not choose this life,

it was chosen for me.

I leap out of my hiding place to impale

my target in the throat.

He looks at me with astonished expression,

I return with a scowl and gritted teeth.

I take the body and bury it in a haystack.

I turn, stare at the reflection

in the nearby window pane.

The person I see is covered in a

white and red attire mixed with browns,

with a reddened arm, but

it is not injured.

A leather bracer upon her left arm,

a silver object underneath.

Her face is hidden by a hood,

but are very vapidly vivid.

Hatred.

Deep loathing covers her beautiful features.

What is wrong with me?

To have such bad aura surrounding me,

causing such pain?

What have I become?

Death, itself.