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!!! .)


8. ch8

Arcum headed to his own room, thinking that he had saved someone from the creed for now but was still concerned about poor Winter. But at the same time he felt something that he hasn’t felt in a long time, relaxation and clarity.

He could feel the want of sleep to fall over him but he could feel someone creep up behind him. He quickly spun around to see Garen behind him looking quite pale and jittery to where Arcum was sure he was on something.

“I heard that you tried to get rid of Shiv.” He chimed as he wobbled into the room. It was obvious that Garen gotten into something but Arcum didn’t care he just wanted sleep but this jolted him awake and alert to where he felt heat rise in his face.

“I didn’t try to kill her.” Arcum tried to defend himself but Garen wouldn’t take the bait he just stood there and flipped him a fresh hit sheet that had his picture on the front. The paper felt hot in his hands with betrayal as he glanced over the order that had his family name marked boldly across the bottom of the page. The only thing that ran through Arcum’s mind was “why?”

“You are one of them.” Arcum can feel slip across his lips after the question.

“The creed always finds us Arcum, You should know that when you found Winter.” He said as he came close to him and Arcum felt uncomfortable of the closeness that Garen was getting to him.

“The creed is gone Garen. I know that when…”

“We all found out that Greave is still alive.” Arcum looked back at Garen stunned since he knew about the visit that happened earlier.

“How do you?” Arcum mumbled as he faced his friend.

“Like we don’t know Arcum, as soon as Winter showed up we had our suspicions and now here we are sitting on our buts as the family disappears forever.” Garen started to get nervous just by the sound of his voice.

“We have already disappeared. You can help us be a lot safer. There is more than just this out there!” Arcum had it with this conversation he knew he can’t get to his friend since he had immersed himself into these ways a long time ago. 

“Arcum, are you sure? They hate us out there. If you think you can walk without a hood be my guest but I doubt it.”   He knew that Garen was joking but just that comment didn’t set well since Garen hatted it when things changed and this was one of those times.

“Those might be just stories.” Arcum tried to calm himself but Garen turned it around to rage.

“Or the truth… Shame on the creed that you are thinking these thoughts when everyone is looking for you.” Garen warned.

“How can this be? Shiv, she sent you!” Arcum accused and a smirk widened on Garen face.

“You always were the one to watch for the smallest remarks and know when the worst was about to happen.” Garen sassed.  

“Now, but I wasn’t always that way. I’ve learned since the night.” Arcum sighed remembering that horrible night. He tried to push the thought aside and focus. But the memory fogged him and started to close his vision to where just flashbacks was the only thing he saw.

It closed his vision so much that he almost didn’t see Garen attack him. The clash of his pen and Garen’s poisoned throwing dagger rang out in the air. The loud clang made time slow as the two friends went out for each other’s blood. Arcum knew he couldn’t even get cut with those knives as he barely dodged Garen’s attack since he heard the slight sound of cloth ripping from his cloak. He landed silently like a cat but Garen continued in his blind rage.  He almost cut Arcum several times.

“What’s wrong with you?” Arcum yelled out more as a signal for help than to talk to his friend but none came to his aid.

 "Easy, protecting the only family we have!" he said as he managed to incorporate more pressure on his strong knife. Arcum could feel his arm give from the pressure that Garen was placing on his blade so he placed his other hand on the only dull portion of his blade.

"Big mistake on my end," he thought as blood started to slowly trickle to his sleeve as his heart raced in his chest.  The coolness of the blood felt off and smelled of caution to Arcum as it clenched his sleeve and stained it. His pen started to strain and crackle in till finally it snapped in Arcum's hand. Pain shot threw him as the pieces spread among his feet and Garen's knife sliced for his forehead.

Arcum could feel time slow as Garen’s blade come to him he could see the small child that was walking with his own mother for the last time up the steps of the abandoned and crumbling mini castle that would be his home for the rest of his life. The unlikely victim of the life that Arcum is living now but he knows that that wide eyes kid in that memory is him as he knew his life had ended.

But something started to shine in his eyes, His blade. The very same blade he thought betrayed him like is friend is now going to save his life again and Arcum had no time to lose. He quickly swiped the blade with his left hand and felt it sting as it engraved his palm again and dug it deep into his neck.

Arcum felt life dwindle from his now enemy. He started to rise above Garen and feel the blood he wanted to feel on his clothing. Garen started to gag as Arcum lowered him to the ground and putting himself on top. Then he just quietly released the metal from Garen’s throat. Then Arcum just stood over his friend feeling somewhat proud but saddened for his now dying friend but he had one more thing to ask before he could finally rest.

“Who made the order to kill me?”  Arcum asked between huffs to calm himself.

Garen gulped but it didn’t help much as he started into a coughing fit but manage to quiet itself to where he could speak a few weak words. “Shiv wants you and your friends…for.” He could breathe out before death took over his body but Arcum understood what he meant. Shiv wants him and his new friends dead.

“The creed.” Arcum finished for his friend as he threw the sharp edge of his old weapon aside and landed just short of the wanted poster. “The creed always finds us. Well it found another victim and wants you Shiv.” He said as he crumbled the poster and then ripped it into shreds to watch it land on the ground just as silent as the wind that swept it away like Arcum’s trust with the creed, non-existent.

He finally felt fatigue take over as the last of the poster blew out of sight. He silently stumbled to his mattress and laid down on top and tried to think of excuses on what happed to Garen but none came to mind other than that he just killed his former friend and he finally showed weakness at his final moments awake for the night.

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