the creed

Arcum, an assasin that has a huge secret.. He is part of the one percent of born and suposebly raised to kill and hit in the world of assassins called the creed. But the cread is old an the marking has faded over one hundred years of genarations and now they are fadeing into the shadows forever as one more younger member had stubbled across Arcum's path and will that one person show a generation where red isn't a common color to come home with or will he fade into a suposibly set fate for all of the remanning members?

(stats: started september ended writing november 13!!! .)


13. ch 13

Greave looked like she just saw a horror as he slit the marking and jumped and tore off part of her outfit to use as a wrap.

“Feel better know?” Greave sassed as she started to put pressure on the gash that is slowly trickling off of his arm and into the tub.

“Yes and no.” Arcum huffed as the pain pulsated on his arm. The cut was shallow but just enough to draw blood and stay for a long time. Arcum knew about the pain but he didn’t know badly it was going to sting as he grunted and looked at Winter to see the horror in her eyes as she has seen the whole thing unfold in front of her as she watched silently. Her face was pure white like her name but Greave had a calming look to her face that was mixed with pity and disgrace towards him.

“It was just to get out of the family.” Arcum explained hoping to get a bite and Greave to understand but it failed.

“You can’t get out of the creed Arcum. You and we of all people should know that.” Greave snapped using her eyes as daggers once again.

“But still, it was a shot.”  Arcum laughed trying to ignore the second pulse that he had created.

“You will never learn will you?” Greave sighed as she finished wrapping his wound she looked at him after she got done and then slapped him right on the cut potion and made blood ooze through just enough which made him cry in pain but he didn’t shed any tears.

“I guess not.” Arcum smiled a smirk that told them that he has learned this lesson, hopefully but Winter looked completely concerned about something. “Don’t worry.” He said and patted her head and his eyes landed on a broken statue of a man but pain shot through him again as Greave striped off the leftover cloth that she was using and tied off the excess but the bandages didn’t hold well as some of the red from the cut showed through making Arcum wonder how deep did he make it.

Greave shook her head in disbelief. She had that motherly look about her that made Arcum feel comfortable with her having his wrist in her hands but her look had a bit of fear as his mind felt hazy and the need to sit forced him down on the steps where Winter was waiting to help him.

The world started to go everywhere in Arcum’s mind and he felt faint. His body had felt weightless as he glanced around to see benches moving on their own and sleep taking over. He knew what was happening and felt the back of his neck with his hand that he cut up in the fight with Garen to feel nothing weird and target darts were certainly out of the question since the tactics that they use usually gives a mini bump on or under the skin and Arcum felt neither on his neck or hairline where the family is trained to aim for with poison kill tips for anywhere with exposed skin.

He manage to see Winter’s look of seeing someone fight to stay alive for the very first time at his arms as he flopped them in his lap and hoped that his world would stop being so light, spacy and swirling.

“You need help.” The urgency in Winter’s voice matched Arcum’s need to see someone with medical training but knew he couldn’t go outside since he is an assassin, a man of stealth and dark he couldn’t go out there without anyone giving him away since he is now wanted on both levels from the family to possibly the people looking everywhere for him for the deaths of someone they know or cared for.

“I’m not going out. They might arrest me and kill me.” Arcum weekly whispered trying to argue but his life was at stake. He could gently feel Winter’s hand flip his as Arcum’s ears became vulnerable to Winter, Greave and his own heartbeat as they all reminded him that his live was on a slight thread that death is cutting thinner and thinner.

“It would be better than dying right now remember, the creed is everywhere Arcum.”Greave tried to calm Arcum down but it didn’t work since he was already quite calm in till Winter flipped his palms over to see the deep gash that has been silently dripping without anyone knowing, even Arcum since he thought he took care of it before he fell asleep that night but sleep must had come quicker than what he had thought to where he just crashed out on his bed.

“Agree but what if someone…finds me” Arcum’s voice faded into nothing as he closed his eyes to something darker than just sleep could give him, vulnerability.

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