Revenge of the Assassin

no please don't i yelled. but the banging didn't stop, my voice was only like a squeak of a mouse before being trapped and fed with poison compared to the thudding of the all men fist on my door. sweat dribbled down my face along with the mix of tears and grieve."no", i screamed "Ezio come back don't get to close to the door" pulling his sleeve i clutched him against ma chest feeling his heart beat. "mamma im scared", he weeped looking up at me with his glistening grey eyes so wide with fear. i smiled weakly "we will be fine its okay", i whispered barley being able to console my quivering blood shooting around my aching body. The wooden oak door barley shut at night the latch would break free and swing wide open during icy winter nights. the heavy metal rod was only seconds away from breaking, with every push of the door my heart would grip tight and sends shock of charge through my body. i embraced Ezio hugging him hard against me. Adalina clinged on to my pale pink skirt. the thudding of the fist against my door know matched the beats of my pumping blood. my eyes shut and the crowed swamped in scattering like ants transforming into beast."mamma, Adalina screeched. I felt the vivid pull of my skirt. Ezio being pulled away from me by the monsters. "Non si prega lasciare andare" i yelled. nothing happened the men shoved at my helpless arm trying with all desperation save my son. "mi sono innamorato di te",he whispered with his grey eyes white with fear full of tears. i love you to i croaked as my fingers slipped through his.

cold icy air hit me tearing through my bear skin. with an instant jerk i sat up in my bed. moist hot air hugged my presence making me feel trapped, finally i manged to remove myself from my sweaty bed to the bathroom. my feet swished along the cold stones filling me with relieve with every step. slowly i faced the huge mirror in front of me. letting out a huge sigh i flopped down beneath to the sink burring my head into my shaking hands. after moments of heavy breathing i gained the strength to look up. i froze. to my surprise the little boy who is saw in my dreams stood there.i stared in complete awe at his reflection. he looked so vivid almost as if he was alive. his narrowed shiny grey eyes sparkling as the rising sun shone its pale through the slits of my blinds. he stood there motionless, his skin so pale and fair and his face structure so harsh as if he was a sculpture. with a sudden pang i turned round in panic to see no remains of him except only in my nightmares. exhaustion overcame me but it was to late i needed to get ready for work.