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The rusty door clanged shut with a bang, leaving me alone in the darkness again. All I knew was that I was in some sort of tower, a jail, and that the service here was horrible. I poked at the food recently delivered, not really having the appetite to eat some moldy cheese or bread. I sighed and decided to eat it anyways, to keep my strength up. I had no idea what they were going to do with me, after all, they had no evidence that I had blew up my house. But my parents probably bribed them to do something horrible to me, to teach me a lesson. I had been here for a day and a half. After I had stupidly led into a trap, the guards dragged (literally) me to a huge building, threw me into a random cell, and locked me in.

I doubt you've ever been in jail. If you have, you can understand the boredom I felt, the feeling of claustrophobia as the minutes passed to hours to days. The most you could do is sleep and eat, and hope that the guards didn't decide to take advantage of you for fun. I heard that a couple of times. Disgusting.

Suddenly, another door opened with a bang, and footsteps, two people by the sound of them, strolled in. I went to my cell door and peered out. Turns out there were three people, one of them being dragged. The last one, a new addition to this prison, by the looks of it, bared resemblance to someone I thought I knew... someone that was just on the edge of my memory but disappeared whenever I thought of him. I shrugged and retreated back to my bed, satisfied for now.

"Hello?"

The whispered voice cut through my haunted dreams, waking me instantly. I slowly sat up and looked around, wondering who had spoken.

"Is someone there?"

I heard the voice again. Was I dreaming things? Then I remembered the event before, the new prisoner. I walked to my cell door and looked out. I could just barely make out a face peering at me from the cell across me.

"Who are you?"

My voice felt raspy and dry after not being used for a day and a half. I wasn't even sure if the man could hear me. I cleared my throat and tried again.

"Who are you?"

"I am Giovanni Auditore."

That suddenly made sense to me. Ezio Auditore's older father was a banker. In fact, he worked at the same bank that my father did. Often my father came home cursing his coworkers (I could never find out why) and Giovanni was one of them. My father described him as a weak underling who pitied people lower than him and was a fool. I rather thought I would like him if I ever met him. Well, here was my chance.

"Oh. Hello. I am Adelina Costa. I believe my father works- worked with you?"

Giovanni's face light up. "Yes, actually, I do know him. Achielle Costa, si?"

I nodded. Already I was liking him. "Si. Why are you here?"

He sighed, and his face darkened again with betrayal and worry. "I was betrayed. I do not know by whom, but I will find out. I know that my son, Ezio, will come. My other sons, Federico and Petruccio, are here in this rat hole as well. I believe that Ezio may be the only way to prove that I am innocent."

I nodded. At that moment, I heard a whispered voice say something, I think it said "Padre?" But I wasn't sure. Giovanni's face disappeared and after a few minutes of whispered, of which I could barely hear, he came back. This time, he was smiling. "I was right! Ezio was just here. He will get the evidence to my friend, and I will be proven innocent."

I nodded, for the third time. I was glad he would be getting out, but sad that I wouldn't. Still, at least one of us would be happy.

In the morning, the first thing I felt was a steel foot kicking me in the stomach. Then someone grabbed by my long, untidy hair and growled. "Get up. I'm not going to drag you." Then, he promptly dropped me.

I picked myself up and swayed on my feet. I had spent most of the night talking with Giovanni, because he was really a nice person and I wanted to know Ezio's father better. If what he said last night was true, he would be set free today. I wondered what they were going to do with me. With the look in the guard's eyes, I knew it wasn't something good.

He pushed me down some stairs and through a confusing maze of doors and passageways until he finally pulled the last door open and shoved me outside. The light nearly killed me; it had been about two days since I had faced direct sunlight. The guard, however, didn't stop, and kept pushing me along, dragging me up when I fell and sometimes prodding me with his sword when I stopped. After a while, my eyes finally adjusted, I realized we were in the town center.

And there were the gallows.

I swallowed. I had no idea that my parents would go as far as to have me killed. I didn't even get a trial! Either way, I was screwed. The guard kept pushing me forward: onto the stage, to the farthest one and put it over my head. He tied my hands together and gave me a satisfied smirk. I was still stunned. I managed to pull myself together and realized there were three other people already waiting for me: Giovanni, and two other boys. One was quite young: maybe not even twelve. The other, I'm assuming was Federico, he looked a bit older than Ezio.

Giovanni saw me and a gave me this sad look, a look that said that he knew he was going to die but wished I wasn't there to die with him. Then this fat noble strolled onto the stage and started yelling something about the Auditores. I was still stunned. I always knew my parents hated me, but can you imagine what it would feel like to have your parents try to kill you? I looked around in the crowd and saw only a cheering mass. They thought I was some criminal; I hadn't done anything! I searched for one pitiful face and found it.

Donata.

She locked eyes with me for a second, then looked away, light tears streaming from her puffy red eyes. I knew there was nothing she could do. She was only a lady, after all. Then I saw Ezio. A flurry of white, he pushed through the crowd, yelling something. I was still in a daze. He tried to dash onto the stage but was blocked by some guards. Time seemed to slow down. I saw the hand, I saw it push down the lever. And then I felt a searing pain around my neck, and I tried to scream. Everything started to fade as I gasped for breath, like a fish on land. The ground was nearly completely black before the pressure on my neck suddenly loosened, and I fell, landing heavily and panting. My neck was still burning, but I managed to look up. The boy. The blond boy, the one who had betrayed me, was standing above me, a beautiful sword humming in his hand. He dragged me up, yelled something unintelligible, and practically threw me into the cheering crowd. I landed heavily, skinned my knees, and started to run away. Then I made the mistake of looking back.

Giovanni and the two children hung there, suspended. They looked stupefied, as though they hadn't realized what had happened. I stopped. I couldn't believe that this had happened. These people had a family, a family that was crying. Giovanni's wife would now be a widow, and his daughter would now be alone. And Ezio... poor Ezio.

Wait, Ezio?

I looked around. Ezio was nowhere to be seen, but guards were swarming everywhere. The blond boy was gone, I had no idea where he was now. I ran. I ran into a cart of hay, ran past it, then turned around and jumped into it. My throat was still burning like hell. I waited. And waited. The guards seemed to have past. I was right about to jump out when something heavy crashed into me with a big "oof!"

Thinking it was a guard, I began punching and kicking my attacker. Somehow he pinned me down and said, "Alba? Is that you?"

It was Ezio.

I tried to say his name, tried to say something. Before I could get a sound out, that invisible hand again chocked my throat, and I couldn't breathe. He seemed to see that I was injured, and peeked out of the hay cart. He looked around a bit, then dragged me out and scooped me up. He ran.

My mind was finally clearing from the fog of action, and I realized what had happened. Why I couldn't speak. Silver drops of rain formed from my eyes and sobs rocked my body as I realized what had happened. Ezio had watched his family destroyed.

And I, I was now mute.

We all carry our scars.

...Cries. Okay, I'm not sure how well this chapter turned out. Personally, I think it turned out rather well. But if you disagree, then plz comment and say so. Really, your reviews make a big difference.