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!!! .)


16. ch16

Arcum and Greave with Winter right behind them were on the outskirts of the town just outside of the church while Fear went off into her own life. The town’s skyline mixed with old and new stood in front of him either to make him feel welcome and inviting or to be like ravishing onlookers that would call the cops and Greave wouldn’t have him carry the mettle peace of his broken pen-dagger for fear that he would do something off and go and injure or kill someone. Although that might be true since Arcum felt extremely nervous about going into the town in daylight for the first time.

“Don’t be scared.” Winter assured him as they went down into the bustling streets where cars were streaming on the blacktop and very few people were on the sidewalks but Arcum was still unsure after while he dodged eye contact with everyone but Winter noticed that he was just hiding into the shadows like the way he had been taught for years.

“I think we should stop.” Arcum said and Greave pushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at him.

“Why? This is what you wanted right? To live in the real world means you have to be used to be seen without your hood without worry and without making a scene.” She said and it didn’t help Arcum any as more and more people started to go about their routine of a day to day life.

“Yes, but I don’t think we should do this while all these people around. What if the creed is here and they are loyal? I have a bounty on my head and I am sure you do as well.” Arcum hissed at Greave and he could see out of the corner of his eyes that Winter was making her way behind him but it was too late for him to react as Winter managed to grab the backing of his hood by climbing on a bench and yanking the cheap fabric off his head. Arcum wrenched at the thought that everyone can see his face and his scars to where it was quite easy to identify him. He quickly got his hood back up and closed his eyes in panic. He wished that he had his weapon and that Winter hadn’t done that. He thought that he would hear sirens or feel week and the last moments of his life just drain ever so slowly from his body.  He knelt down and started to think that this was it someone found be and it won’t be long till he dies but Winter taped his shoulder.

He opened his eyes to a couple of people looking at him like he was a crazy person having a moment of a mental attack. He slowly stood up and looked around to see that most of the people around were just calmly walking by him without a care.

“They don’t notice me.” Arcum shuttered as he started to walk around with Greave and Winter by his side.

“They normally don’t Arcum most people are in tune with their lives that they don’t notice.” Greave said.

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