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!!! .)
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22. ch22

Arcum strolled through the hallways ready to fight or to find Greave while Winter split up with him to do the same. He glanced around to find few people that kept looking at him like they just saw a ghost of a past family member that is coming back to wonder around the hideout.

 

Then he heard Shiv’s voice ring though the halls and it perked up his ears. “I am glad you can join us Greave The Creed would love you as a sacrifice. To bad your sister can't see you like this. Week and waiting for your final moments."

He looked around and started to move to a ledge just above them that he could see the scene unfold bellow him if the boards would hold him.

He was quiet as he could while Greave laid on a stone alter with the promise hung up behind them and the symbol cloth under her while the stones echoed with each of Shiv's pacing steps while she rubbed her hand up and down the blunt edge of the dagger . Arcum finally made it to the boards and purched himself there since he was hidden and could see everything from right where he was at.

"My sister would understand why I died but it won't be in vain." Greave hissed.

"poor Winter, isn't it? All alone in the cruel world without anyone." Shiv laughed . Arcum could see an opening with the conversation.

"She would have me." Arcum let his voice roar into the room. Shiv stood up strait as she knew that he was around.

"Well, well, the dead dose rise. It is nice to hear that you have survived my wrath." Shiv said as she started to scan for him and he stayed right where he was, in the shadows and mocking Shiv since he knew how powerful words could kill just as much as the pen dagger he had ready just in case she found him.

"Your power is gone Shiv." He suggested.

"Not in the slightest Arcum. The Creed shines on me right now since I have another death that escaped it's clutches." She explained and Arcum rolled his eyes.

"POUR SHAME ON THE CREED!!" He yelled as loud as he could knowing it would push Shiv over the edge to where she would be blind.

Arcum could see his chance of getting the advantage over her and he dove down and tried to end her but she turned and found his blade while a mettle sounds sounded swiftly through the air.

The duo danced in the form of death and destruction around each other putting blades on blades. Arcum can feel the heat of hatred fly off of Shiv's movements while the battle continued.

Arcum and Shiv were evenly matched in there skills as they lowers there blades in front of each other's faces.

"You have failed Shiv. Give up." Arcum said as the grinding of blades mimicked the sound of nails on a chalkboard that will never stop while they continued.

"Never in till you fall to the creed." Shiv said and Arcum spat in her face as an response. Shiv pushed Arcum down to the hard, stone ground and came closer after she took a second to wipe her face off with her hand.

"You little... Do you realize anything what you are doing?" she called and Arcum swiftly jabbed the pen dagger into her chest.

"Taking back the creed." Arcum sassed and then jabbed it deeper for more toucher for Shiv but in his mind it was complete revenge. "You are right Shiv on one thing the creed is everywhere and it wants you." Arcum laughed as he stared right into her panicking eyes and at the last bit of his sentence he brought the dagger quickly brought the now bloodied sword out of her body.

Shiv fell on the ground as a pool of the last of her warm, sticky blood made a tiny pool around her and on Arcum's hands.

Arcum looked at the lifeless body that was lying face down to the ground in disgust instead of a job well done like he normally done before this had started.

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