A/N: Warning: Description of blood, a little bit of gore and darkness

Isolation, complete darkness. Panic. Fear. Overwhelmed. Looking around, there's nobody there, yet the paranoia doesn't leave. You cannot see, however, you hear something rustling quietly in the corner which would not have been heard if it was not for the overbearing silence placed upon the room. You cautiously take a step back trying not to make any noise at the same time, however you end up crashing down on something quite lumpy, out of shape and your hand lays in something thick and gooey. Hesitantly, you raise your hand in order to try and detect what it had the pleasure to land upon. Immediately the sharp smell of blood hits you. Pure fear, once again, washes over you as you realise that the lumpy objects surrounding you is actually pieces of human scattered around. Suddenly, you hear the rustling stop. It becomes complete silence once again. The silence unnerves you, as if waiting for something terrible to happen. As if listening to your thoughts, there is a sudden noise. You can make out the sound of footsteps coming towards you and your heart begins to rapidly beat, clearing the silence from minutes before, loudly thumping over the footsteps making its way closer and closer to you. You treasure this moment, at least your heart is beating. This is probably the last time it would be beating, who knows how long you have left, bought into this dark room full of bodies. All you wish is for some light, some closure. How did you get here? Why are you here? Why you? These questions are things you wish you could ask but it was nearly impossible to do so. Along with the dryness of your throat, the constant ache moves into your throat, refusing to let you speak. Every time you attempt to, a sharp pain arises and its as invisible ropes appear and strangle the words out of your mouth. Lost in your own trail of thoughts, you do not realise that the footsteps have stopped. Cold flesh comes into contact with your own skin, as you feel their sharp nails drag down your cheek, slicing it apart as if they were tearing paper. You can feel fresh blood trickling down and coming to rest in your mouth. Your breath begins to hitch as the pain increases, they begin to torture you further as you feel a knife against your throat, you begin to involuntarily twitch causing the knife to dig into your chest, inches away from your heart. It becomes hard to remain calm as your hands continue to bathe in the pool of blood, your cheek continues to bleed as well as blood beginning to trickle down your body from your chest and you begin to taste more of that horrid metallic flavour. The torture continues and the pain overfloods your brain. It has become too much. There was no hope in trying anymore. There was nothing you could do. Your eyes begin to flicker as you try to think about how you have ended up here, however, there is nothing but a blank space there. Whoever this person is, they are powerful. Power bought chaos, despair, loss and right now you're the one about to lose. Lose everything you had. Feeling helpless, weak and wanting it all to end right now. If only this was a nightmare, nightmares mean it is not real. It means that you are not being tortured to your death, means that you will wake up soon in the comfort of your own bed but the pain is too real to be fake. All this is happening. Why? You do not know. Gathering up all your energy, you ask one more question. One question before you surrender to the darkness that threatens to engulf you. You hear the sound of a hoarse, scratchy voice ask, "Who are you?" And as your vision begins to fades to black, you hear the faint voice of someone familiar, someone who leaves your final thought to be confusion, someone who you would never had thought it could be, "I am you."