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!!! .)


11. ch11

Greave let out a heavy sigh and leaned on her little cane that she had unfolded. “Your parents were like you but they knew about the heritage of both sides even though neither had the markings of the family.” She huffed letting Arcum drink every word that she was saying.

“So they didn’t want me,” He said as he quietly stepped towards the door with hot tears starting to run through his eyes but he tried to hold it back reminding himself that he should be strong and that he had been wanting to know this for years.

“They were more petrified, the way I would describe it.” Greave muffled and she couldn’t look at Arcum at that moment since she knew it was a horrible thing to say but he was expecting it since almost everyone feared the markings of the creed if they knew if someone had it.

“I wouldn’t doubt it, everyone that has a past knows.” Arcum muffled mostly to himself but Greave must have heard him since she looked at him with stern eyes that can and would become her weapons.

“That doesn’t mean that we have to surrender to it.” Greave quickly caught herself as Arcum felt the rough edges of the door scrapes gently across his palm. He started to become angry for some odd reason since he now knows that he was truly alone. He glanced back and studied each of the two faces that were behind him that were wondering what he was going to do now but he has had enough from wanting to know about his parents but there was one more question about them that he had to ask Greave.

“How do you know about me, here, when I was first giving me to the creed?” Arcum asked as he pushed open the historic doors, surprising himself a smidge that the heavy looking doors were quite light and pushed them too hard to where a loud clang echoed in the building and everywhere in the empty rooms and halls of the church. Greave was in shock at Arcum’s movements as she quietly looked back and forth like she wasn’t sure what to say or that she was that stunned but she quickly regained her momentum in her speech.

“We are everywhere, in and out of the creed, you should know this.” Greave stumbled as Acrcum paused at one of the pews and fallowed the outline with his finger thinking of doing the ultimate betrayal to the creed, Greave just hadn’t figured it out just yet.” The hospital the flower shop, the world jewelry is still emerges with us our markings are still out there we are just blending in more and fading out of the blood and into a daily life. That is what we must do.” She rambled. Arcum knew that Greave wanted to leave this place as soon as she could and he respected that but Arcum had something to do right here right now.

“I know.” The two most powerful words he could say as Winter’s and his eyes lock and she seemed to be the only one that got the hint as her eyes widened in shock.

“The ultimate betrayal, He is going to do it Sis!” She quickly tugged on Greave’s sleeve. Greave’s eyes turned into daggers as you could see the lighting strike between Arcum and her stairs.

 “She is right, I am thinking of doing it and it is good that the creed is everywhere because I want the family to see this quite clearly. Arcum smiled as Greave scolded at him and he knew why but this was the only way that he knew to get somewhat permanently out of the creed. He came to the tub in the front of the church, empty of all liquid and was clean other than the dust that had settled in.

Arcum quietly slipped out the mettle peace that saved his life and looked at it closely as the light that was shining on it begged Arcum for new blood and he obeyed.

He calmly put the cold, sharp mettle peace just above his marking of the assassin and slipped it down ever so slowly to show a streak of blood trickle down and stain the tub bellow. He already spilled his own self earlier

"Arcum don't." He can hear Greave say behind him in a small panic and it was just enough to make him pause and look at her in question.

"Why? I'm getting out of the creed! he said but she grasped his arm forcefully  and grasped his wrist.

"THIS is why I want you to stop!" she tightly grasped Arcum's hand and held it on the cut that he stated but where she was pointing at, his symbol was different than hers in many ways like a royal's to a poppet.  He was amazed at the difference between the two but he had never seen Greave’s markings before but Winter’s looked nothing like his, a lot more simplistic than his was. “I just spotted that you have the mark of the true descendants. Arcum I am not one of them and Winter’s isn’t one of them as well. So…”

“I am the leader of the creed.” Arcum breathed stunned that he might have to live with something he never wanted.

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