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!!! .)


14. CH 14

Arcum could see himself outside of the church like building and he swore it was daytime when he slipped out of alertness… Arcum could feel panic claw at him like a cat with flaming claws from hell that want the fish in his hand since the little fir ball hasn’t eaten in a few days.

The cool breeze whipped through him and sent a chill that hugged his whole body as Arcum reminded himself that he couldn’t be dead he just couldn’t. He looked down at his hands and his sleeves still looked bloodied and dirty enough to where it might fuse with his skin to where the blood might growl in refusal to be in the wash.

He looked around him and noticed nothing new around him other than much better maintained grass and a few lights or more candles were lit since Arcum wasn’t sure what year he was in.

Wait, Lights as in the building is lit for people to see! Arcum might find out where he is in this place that he has found himself in. but what if the abandonees had faded and the inhabited know about the creed or worse him.

Fear had clenched him this time as the rain fell and immediately went from a sprinkle to a storm making the situation worse. The cold was chilling him to the bone where he stood as the light in the chapel went from fearful and evil to warming and inviting as soon as the storm hit to do its worse.

Arcum took a deep breath of cold air before he came forth to the door but when he did something stopped him just before he knocked his marking was painted in blood on the door and he shuddered backward to bump into Shiv.

“Where are you going?” she hissed using her marking and eyes talk for her but when she moved the side of her hair that was covering her mark it started glowing a bright red color and all it  could whisper to him was bow to me while her eyes turned into true dagger texture and shape to say obey. He could feel his hair stick up as he knew that Shiv might have an advantage but bravery might have found him at a good moment.

He tried to make himself big and confronted his fear since this wouldn’t be the first time he has come forth and defeated it. “I’m going to live without the creed.” He exclaimed and Shiv boasted out a humongous laugh that made the ground shake around Arcum to where he almost lost his balance. He barely held on and managed to stay on his own two feet.

“Silly Fool! You can’t leave the creed since you were born into it.” She said as a small boy came up to the church. “You have lost before you knew it a long time ago since your parents were scared of you.” The cold wind howled while the small boy and a woman opened the door.

“I can get out of the creed right now.” Arcum said as he raced up the hillside and tried to grasp the kids hand but was too late since the lad had already went inside and his escort was slowly making his or her way down the path.

“You know you can’t do anything to change this you are ours.” Another voice rang behind him in the doorway and it was his own, little afraid like there was a billboard behind him giving him words to say. He was just how Arcum pictured himself as he looked at his face that was free of Shiv’s rafts and rants when he messes up, free of cuts and burns from mistakes during training and free of torment of the killings that he will see in the few years.

“I am not YOURS!” Arcum sounded and moved his sleeve back to show that his marc somehow healed quickly and his other hand still having the cuts from killing Garen. But how?

“Yes you are Arcum never forget that the creed is everywhere and it loves blood.” Shiv said as Arcum saw her reach for her dagger and he went for nothing. It was a surprise to him that he didn’t have his own pen-dagger in his pocket and he knew this had to be a nightmare since he always had at least the mettle peace with him since it broke. All of a sudden he felt completely helpless since Shiv was right on the fact that the creed was everywhere but he knew he didn’t have to give in either.

“That’s correct, but we don’t have to bow down either.” Arum said as he snatched the kids arm and swerved inside of the building and slammed the door behind him.

The door made a huge thud as it closed with Arcum’s weight behind it as the splinters ripped into his clothing while he slid down a little for leverage.  He looked up to see the kid just stand there wide eyes at what he is doing but Arcum wanted the boy to run from everything that might happen and experience something he knows that he can’t have himself. “Run! Get out of here!” he called and the boy seemed to have understood as Arcum chanted out as Shiv started to hit daggers into the door making her dagger appear through it. One appeared just short of his head while his heart skipped and knew he just singed his death wish for doing this but at least the kid will be safe for now. “He’s safe.” Arcum breathed then he felt one dagger hit his neck making indefinite kill shot as a white light covered his vision but before the light took all of his vision he saw the boy just behind the statue of the cross and he knew he lost. All he did was say to him to go hide.

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