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!!! .)


21. ch21

 Arcum felt groggy when he awoke on the floor somewhere where the smell was absolutely horrible and felt like he was laying on a pile of garbage when come to find out, when he was finally awake enough to know his surroundings, he was lying on a pile of garbage. He felt bummed that he was out in the trash heap without much as in protection or direction plus the scenery didn't help with his positivity.

 “Oh, lovely.” Arcum thought as he got up from his pile. He still didn’t know where he was at but he knew he needed to get back to the base if he is at the town’s and city’s garbage dump. Arcum got up and started to climb up the piles of garbage with caution of any sliding or things that might cut him as the agonizing climb kept getting higher and higher as he worked his way up the rotting pile.

 “Arcum!!!” he heard his name called by Winter and the want to kill her arose inside him but he tried for it to simmer down to something that he can say that he was still was mad at her. He could start to see the brim of the mound and just over it was Winter covered in garbage as if the family did the exact same thing to her.

 “Arcum we faked you death so you can finish Shiv.” She said as if she knew he was looking over the pile of trash that he had taken forever to climb.

“I am not a hero!” He called out from behind the pile that Arcum slid in a chair like position from the piles.

 “Not yet!” Winter called back and Arcum glanced up to see that Winter was starting to come to the mountain that he was being behind.

 “I truly don’t want to be one.” Arcum yelled again and he didn’t notice that Winter scaled the pile of trash a lot quicker than him as her young and now curious face peered over the heap right over where Arcum was sitting. Winter was carrying a backpack that was filled with stuff that Arcum was familiar and proud to see like his cloak-jacket with an extra set of cloths but he just stuffed the cloths back in the pack but he did find something that he needed and was missing since he had broken it with the final battle when Garen died to now.

 “Why?” Winter asked as Arcum raised the pen dagger to feel like a true person that can take on Shiv again and in an instant he never felt more alive.

 “This. I missed having protection in my hands but look at me I am caught between two worlds and I know that I can’t have one and live in the other.” Arcum remembered and tossed the weapon aside and Winter quickly grabbed it and held it in her hand.

 “Grieve and the family needs you now and then you are truly free the way you want it and we want it.” None explained and she made sense to him that this was going to be one last kill, one last moment and someone found him or repaired his pen dagger for a reason. Time was ticking quicker but then the chance would be over and Greave would be dead with so many other souls that are now wagering to leave.

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