Okay, here is my very first horror fanfic! I really hope that this came out alright, but please bear that in mind. It's also has been quite long since I last wrote something of Assassins Creed, so I hope that the characters won't be out of character. Just to clarify, while the main character of this story will be Desmond this chapter isn't written from his point of view. You'll learn soon enough from whose it's written ;) I also intend to put a quote that will be vaguely related to the chapter and the story at the start of each chapter. Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassins Creed, Ubisoft does.

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"What is a ghost? A terrible event, condemned to repeat itself again and again; an instant of pain perhaps, something dead that seems at times alive again, a feeling, suspended in time, like a blurry photograph, like an insect trapped in amber. A ghost – that is what I am." – The Devil's Backbone (2001)

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Darkness enveloped the whole room, amplifying its already eerie atmosphere and making the small and picturesque statues seem like demons from the very pits of Tartarus. Faint crimson moonlight shone through the scarlet windows, filling the room with cruel symbolism. Mystery. Power. Elegance. Evil. Death. These all hovered with expectance around the room. I could feel death gripping my very soul, along with the fear that had accompanied me ever since I had first set foot in this house. Fear of the house. Fear of what would inevitably happen. Fear of the blood and evil that infested this accursed place. Fear of what could have been and would never be. Fear of death. Fear of pain. Fear of him, whom I had once trusted. Death… I could feel its grip on my soul right now. I could feel him watching me with macabre delight, watching me with that twisted, sadistic and bloodthirsty pleasure that was so common in him.

Decorations hung from every part of the room, creating a suffocating aura. Crimson furniture filled the room, consuming me with a sense of inescapable anguish. I could feel the freezing air of the room touching my marred skin and his cruel whispers lingering behind me. My heart thumped against my chest furiously, with claustrophobic cries, wanting escape desperately. Chills went up and down my spine at an alarming rate as I hyperventilated. I was running through the demonic twists and turns that composed the corridors, towards the sanctuary that no longer comforted me. Sharp pain flooded my body as my lungs utterly failed to provide oxygen. I refused to stop even though my body was giving away to the acidic pain. I needed freedom.

Hysteric and chaotic laughter trailed behind me, never disappearing and reminding me that he was gaining ground. Darkness loomed around me, deforming everything that I had once known. Imposing ebony doors were quickly left behind as I continued my desperate run, closed by the very death that tailed me. They had turned hostile. The ageless elegance and sweet stillness that had once guarded me from my worst nightmares were now my enemies. I was a simple prey trying to escape from an invincible predator, and my body and my very soul were screaming and begging for survival. Screaming and begging for the freedom that had never been mine.

My fingers brushed the freezing golden doorknob almost sweetly as I entered the room, the sanctuary, unconsciously. All the security and comfort that had once lived in it seemed like a non-existent dream now. It all was a nightmare now and deep down, despite the desperate cries for survival of my body and soul, I knew that this couldn't be changed. I could feel my thread of life being brushed by a blade, being caressed by the Moirai Atropos and her abhorred shears. Onyx tapestries hung from the walls, surrounded by the crimson moonlight. Discarded and broken statues laid on the floor. Demonic eyes following my every move. I heard scratching on the door. I didn't have much time left. On a corner of the wall, right on top of the black wallpaper, a painted blue bird prepared itself to fly away.

I looked around desperately, searching for an escape. Broken furniture surrounded me, hinting my future. Escape! I needed an escape, or…! I ran across the room and towards the window and tripped with one of the numerous statues, falling onto the filth-covered floor. I could hear a sickening crack coming from one of my ankles. I felt a twinge of pain, completely unlike the agonising one that filled my core. I heard more scratches, this time faster and deeper. I quickly got up and limped towards the window, realising too late that I wouldn't be able to break it to escape from this hellish place. To escape from the sanctuary that no longer protected me. A gigantic ebony clock sat peacefully at a corner of the room, it's heavily pendulum reminding me of how little time I had left. My vision blurred as I made my way towards the ruined bed, covered with the pure white feathers that had once formed a pillow. No escape… no escape. There was no way to escape.

I looked maniacally at a fountain pen that was discarded on the bed, suddenly knowing what to do. I would never allow him to reach me. Never. I smiled sweetly as sharp pain flooded my entire being like a sweet poison and the thick crimson liquid fell onto the floor. I looked at the door. It was open. His whispers reached my ears, and I felt a touch on my shoulder. I could still hear that chaotic laughter.

"You will never get me!" I screamed. Escape… I needed to escape...

I bathed my hand in the dripping blood and drew on the ebony wallpaper, shuddering. My vision blurred even more. I could no longer see clearly. The deep cuts sent more sweet agonising pain through my system. Strength was leaving me, never to return. Death clutched my soul harder than ever before. I took a deep breath in, listening intently to the inhumane laughter flooding the room as I fell onto my knees and then to the floor. I closed my eyes as sleep invaded me, suddenly realising that that laughter was my own. The thread of life was slowly cut. I smiled sweetly.

Escape, I needed to escape…