Post by coiiar on Sept 27, 2014 14:37:41 GMT -7
[Creed is a WIP Story, and will be updated until finished.]
[[Blood, fighting, and romance will happen.]]
[[[Enjoy.~]]]
Shay felt his hands go numb, under the tension of the shot. He bit his lip, the bitter taste of blood staying with him through the stitches. He refused to call out in pain, the doctor getting the needle as he stitches my palm across my ring finger. "Still don't see why you darn Assassins think you need to chop off 'em ring fingers just for a secret knife." The doctor commented, stitching the final stitch. "It's none of the public's business." I shot at him. "Assassins are Assassins. We have our Brotherhood." I shifted my weight. The doctor shook his head and sighed. "I'm done here, boy." He said, putting the stitching kit away. I put my legs on the floor and stood up, my white assassin cloak with the blue bands to secure it to my body slightly stained with blood droplets. "Many thanks, doctor." I left the room with my hand throbbing. I went into the lobby like my assassin leader told me to, and as expected, my peers who had gotten their palm sewed like mine greeted me. I grimaced, looking for Speck, the commander and trainer of new assassins. "Shay, come 'er and get your knife, son." Speck's deep yet playful voice hit me. I turned in his direction, the silver blade of the Assassin in his palm. I kneeled onto my knee, right hand, the hand without my ring finger, extended. "Shay, I hear by give the honor of making you an assassin. Treasure the Brotherhood, my young assassin." Speck took the blade and pulled out a band to go around my arm. He put the band on, then strapped the knife to it. I stood, trying out my weapon. I pulled my hand to my chest and shot it out in front of me, the knife sliding from its socket. "Welcome to the Creed, Shay." Speck greeted me.
[[Blood, fighting, and romance will happen.]]
[[[Enjoy.~]]]
Shay felt his hands go numb, under the tension of the shot. He bit his lip, the bitter taste of blood staying with him through the stitches. He refused to call out in pain, the doctor getting the needle as he stitches my palm across my ring finger. "Still don't see why you darn Assassins think you need to chop off 'em ring fingers just for a secret knife." The doctor commented, stitching the final stitch. "It's none of the public's business." I shot at him. "Assassins are Assassins. We have our Brotherhood." I shifted my weight. The doctor shook his head and sighed. "I'm done here, boy." He said, putting the stitching kit away. I put my legs on the floor and stood up, my white assassin cloak with the blue bands to secure it to my body slightly stained with blood droplets. "Many thanks, doctor." I left the room with my hand throbbing. I went into the lobby like my assassin leader told me to, and as expected, my peers who had gotten their palm sewed like mine greeted me. I grimaced, looking for Speck, the commander and trainer of new assassins. "Shay, come 'er and get your knife, son." Speck's deep yet playful voice hit me. I turned in his direction, the silver blade of the Assassin in his palm. I kneeled onto my knee, right hand, the hand without my ring finger, extended. "Shay, I hear by give the honor of making you an assassin. Treasure the Brotherhood, my young assassin." Speck took the blade and pulled out a band to go around my arm. He put the band on, then strapped the knife to it. I stood, trying out my weapon. I pulled my hand to my chest and shot it out in front of me, the knife sliding from its socket. "Welcome to the Creed, Shay." Speck greeted me.