I surged into the hideout wondering where everyone was and if I am marked as an Anti-Creed or as a hero, either way I still need to get Uncle Arcum out of harm’s way. I plunged into the household with many eyes staring at me because I had just portrayed and, possibly, made amends with them all in one fluent week. I flew my ways down the halls going as fast as my legs could carry me until I saw something in one of the wings that I wished I never saw. I stopped for a minute thinking that my mind was clearly tricking me into something out of fear.
Her neck was now covered with a scarf that had blood on it from a gash that should have clearly killed her though I swear I did kill her. I stopped at the entrance and slowly walked in at the sleeping mass whose head was towards me. Every step was out of caution to not wake the person of question though I knew it was Gamra.
“It’s wonderful that the creed didn’t want her in his chambers.” I hear Shank behind me and I let out a fake laugh thinking that all my work will be for nothing while these two will be alive but I still sent the New Creed out to kill any strays or the old creed so I pitted family against family instead of something more advanced to the goal of peace.
“And that he let her live because of the sacrifice that I had prepared.” I sighed thinking that this was my fault once again with everything around me.
“And you are doing a wonderful job doing just that.” He whispered into my ear which sent ice down my back. I turned to face him. His eyes were dark and full of suspicion that he knew what was going on.
“Well I do have generations of my marking behind me.” I misspoke and hoped that he didn’t ketch what I meant by that.
“I bet you do since you are doing a perfect job that I know I would be laughed at if I ever did.” Shank chimed and started to hold me tighter that made me feel that he knew what I said and I let fear take over for the moment as a way to escape.
“Well, I put the creed on a witness kill spree and it was a leap of faith to clean up whoever did this to Gamra.” I said as I tried to cover my tracks. I looked into Shank’s eyes and they were looking like he wasn’t sure if I was lying and playing them or trying to get the Creed back on top to where the fear of us is everywhere.
“There is one more witness that you have to eliminate, and that is the final one.” Shank didn’t see through my lie and was about ready to send me to kill my uncle Arcum, if these two haven’t already.
“Then we must do so.” I chimed and quickly gave Shank a little peck on the cheek before letting him take me down to the holds where Arcum still was in the same place I left him.
My uncle looked worse than what he even was when I saw him last night. His skin was lacerated with many cuts and that he looked like he should have been dead but is still alive just for me. The buses were dark and connected on the visible parts of his skin while his eyes looked darkened.
“Arcum?” I questioned and he looked up at me in silence. I knew he thinks that I had portrayed the family while the other side is thinking that I had yet to make my mind.
“Azyla, I saw that you had made your mind up.” He hissed and I knew this time I wasn’t going to get any time alone so I told him what I was thinking.
“Well, there are a lot of things that you need to pay The Creed since you did the ultimate betrayal but, I want to make an example out of you, just like the family agreed. “ I chimed and Shank smiled as he handed me a knife.
“So you are going to kill me, your own uncle for something that is clearly worth nothing but more bloodshed which is the reason why I left.” I can hear Uncle Arcum call out and I looked at the knife knowing that he was right. I had been playing two sides and I know that I need to get rid of Shank and Gamra since they wanted me to kill but then there is my true family that had pushed me to this world.
I smiled widely thinking that this is a good moment to seal which side I am one instead of this washy decision that I am hoping that I am finished with. I winked at Arcum and he was questioning my motive. I walked closer and placed my finger on the dull part of the blade. The cold onto my finger and felt like I was doing the right thing.
“You know Shank, it would be a better idea if we show our fellow Creed whom to fallow or fear depending on which side they are on.” I chimed and he came to me and kissed me on the lips.
This time it was surprising that I was not enjoying this at all as the heat bounced between us. The heat was full of sorrow while we parted, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I looked at him straight in the eyes and was full of heartless cold. “Then we should show the world right now.” he said and held up my old phone that was in my back pocket.
“Of course.” I huffed thinking I wished I had time to talk it over with my uncle instead of hoping he would get the plan.