[ WP ] You have developed and ability to see how people will die when you look at them . Your entire life you avoided pictures of yourself , but today you forgot , and , brushing your teeth in the morning , looked in the mirror ...

Emptiness. I see my reflection, and nothing more. 
 
 What?! I ask myself, incredulous. Am I like immortal or something? 
 
 Memories flash... images of dark streets in some Victorian city... windswept deserts in Arabia... medieval fortresses... reflections in mirrors, lakes, obsidian shards... all the same image. Empty. 
 
 Where did these memories come from? Who am I? 
 
 I try to remember the faces of my parents... the year I was born. I can not. I try to remember my own name... I can not. What the hell is going on? 
 
 I see the image of a scythe... a cloak... and I remember all the faces, all the people who have died... whom I have killed. 
 
 It hits me in a flash. I AM immortal. 
 
 I am Death itself. 
 
 Not magnificent, but it's the best I can do. Hope you liked it.
