The New Creed
(Below is a conversation between me and TheOfficialPlague about some of the differences in the story. Plague's dialogue is normal text.)
So i was thinking we'd use Plague, Chris, Robert, Virgilia, Scarlet, and Nightwing as the characters
I may just completely change him, codename and everything.
I'm going to create a doc and then fill out some kind of profile template.
So, what should the age range be?
13-18
Any idea for weapon types? As in, will characters have weapons other than small, concealed ones?
Nothing over the top. If the weapons are big, they should be easy to disassemble and conceal in a backpack or something. Or, if it's, say, a whip, it should also double as an accessory or a belt
How does a personal defense weapon with a collapsible stock and detachable suppressor sound? That good?
Yeah Something Like that.
So should i start this off, or do you want to add anything before that?
Nah, I'll just finish up my character. Should we do the whole hidden blade type thing?
Explain.
Like different kinds of hidden blades? We doing that?
No, everyone's hidden blade is similar, so let's not worry about it. So no side comments for the readers?
Code names, we still going through with those?
Nah, your character was the only one who actively used his.
Was. Either way, almost done.
Aight. Any ideas on how we should start this off?
Well, I know nothing of your character yet.
He's basically the exact same, minus all the weaponry and lightning, and a really sarcastic attitude, though not Plague level sarcastic.
Hey, guys! Now, as Y'all should know by now, This is a redo of the Last assassins creed story I did. This one will be completely different from the last one. You'll see how soon. Oh, also, Not accepting OC's this time. That's what led to the complications last time. Sorry. Oh, by the way, the 6 characters I do use are pretty much the same, except for the one that was completely rewritten. Just letting you know. Also, please, keep commenting
Monday, August 7, 2017
It was a bright day in Downtown Memphis. It was a big day for the city. Something about the mayor speaking out against racism in the city or something. Honestly, the assassin didn't care about the neo-Nazis protesting everything at the moment. He did care about making sure the Templars didn't kill the mayor. Actually, at the moment, he didn't really even care about that. He seemed to care more about the playing cards he always carried with him.
"Mayor's in position." The girl said, looking through her binoculars. She wore a plain white zip-up hoodie, hood up, black running pants, and grey tennis shoes. On her wrists were modern hidden blades, each with a poisoned blade and a bit of her own design. More on that later.
"Looks like he finally did something right." The boy replied. He wore the same attire as the girl, except his hoodie was black and had red designs all over it. His hidden blades were similar to hers, except his blades were black and serrated, with 24-karat gold designs on each of the gauntlets.
The girl turned around and looked at her fellow assassin in annoyance. "Would you put down the cards and pay attention?"
"It's funny how you're talking about me paying attention, check your right pocket."
The girl reached into her pocket and, to her surprise, pulled out an ace of clubs. "How-"
"Are you paying attention to the mission now?" The boy asked as he took back the playing card.
The girl shook her head in annoyance and turned back to her binoculars. A movement caught her eye. Multiple figures in the crowd were pushing their way through the crowd. One of them seemed to have something around his neck. The girl zoomed in. It was a Templar cross.
"Templars spotted. They're moving towards-" The girl turned around. The boy was gone. A scream suddenly arose from the crowd. The girl quickly turned back around and saw that one of the men was pointing a gun at the mayor. Before anyone could do anything, the boy jumped down from one of the balconies and stabbed the gunman in the throat with one of his hidden blades while also landing on him.
As the crowd erupted into chaos, the boy turned to the mayor's security. "Get him out of here! Now!"
The guards quickly got the mayor and took him inside the courthouse. Meanwhile, three men, two with knives and one with a gun, ran towards the boy. One of the men swung at the boy, but the boy grabbed the man's arm and opposing shoulder, hoisted himself up, and drop-kicked the gunman in the chest, sending him down the stairs overlooking the crowd. The boy then swung his legs back so he was balancing himself between the man and one of the pillars, pushed himself off the pillar, and kneed the man in the face. While the man stumbled back, the second knife wielder slashed at the boy, but the boy blocked the knife with his hidden blade, punched the man in the gut, grabbed the man's arms, twisted around, forcing the man to the ground, and stomped on the man's shoulder blade, effectively breaking it. The first man, who had by now gotten his bearings, ran back the boy, but the boy slammed the man's face into the pillar, grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and kneed him in the back, cracking, if not completely breaking, the spine. The, just for good measure, he stabbed both of them.
The boy looked around, seemingly admiring his handiwork. He didn't notice the second gunman, the one who'd been kicked down the stairs, had gotten back to his feet, retrieved his gun, and was making his way towards him. Before the gunman could even aim the gun, there was the sound of a blade entering flesh and a grunt. The boy turned around. The girl pulled her hidden blade out of the man's back, and he fell to the ground, his back sizzling from the poison.
"You're letting your guard down." She said as she flipped down her hood, revealing light blond hair and blue eyes.
"Why do you think I brought you with me, Scarlet?" The boy replied, taking off his hood, revealing dirty blond hair and grey eyes. "I did four times as much work as you, yet I still decide to keep you around."
"Well, Chris, maybe if you'd actually pay attention, I wouldn't have to-"
Their banter was cut short by the sound of police sirens. The two looked at each other, nodded, and threw down smoke-bombs, disappearing into the city as the police arrived on the scene.
The next day, Arcadia high school.
Scarlet sat in her first-period classroom, pretending to pay attention while the teacher droned on and on about how her weekend was or something. Looking around the room, she noticed Chris was missing. She quietly turned on the screen on her hidden blade and began texting him
Scarlet: Hey, where r u?
Chris: That's a great question for Jeopardy.
Scarlet: Ur on the roof again, aren't you?
Chris: You're going to have to be more specific.
"Ms. Scarlet!"
Scarlet's head shot up. The teacher was looking at her. Except now there was this kid that Scarlet had never seen before. At the front, there was a relatively tall, athletic-looking boy, around 6'2", maybe 6'3", dressed in a black, waxed cotton Jacket, a grey tee shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. What really stood out about the boy's jacket was the red "HK" on the left breast of it. And that was not to mention his steel grey eyes, which were very easy to see. He was completely silent as the teacher introduced him to the rest of the class.
"Students, this is Dedric Koch, one of our newest exchange students from Germany."
The boy then decided to correct the teacher, a bit quiet as he spoke.
"Oberndorf am Neckar, to be exact."
His English sounded decent, almost as if he was native to speaking it.
Scarlet slowly looked at her screen.
Scarlet: New kid. Get down here.
"Dedric, I want you to sit next to Scarlet and…" The teacher's voice faded. "Ms. Scarlet, do you know where Mr. Blake is?"
Before Scarlet could reply, the sound of an acoustic guitar came in through the window.
"...I'm guessing he's on the roof again," Scarlet said.
The teacher gritted her teeth. "Excuse me, students, I'll be right back." She then marched out the door. Scarlet quickly whipped out her phone.
Scarlet: Teacher coming.
Chris: For someone who is in their mid-forties, I'm surprised she's moving that fast.
Scarlet turned and looked. Sure enough, Chris was sitting in the seat next to her, feet propped up on the desk.
"When did you-"
"Again, great question for jeopardy."
Just then, the teacher walked back into the room. "Ms. Scarlet, are you sure he's-"
"You're a bit late for that, teach."
"Pull that stunt again, Mr. Blake, and you'll be heading to the office."
"Oh, no. The office?! I'm so scared." Chris said, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.
The teacher, not catching the sarcasm, turned around and began writing on the board. When she wasn't looking, Chris flipped her off.
"You know she's not kidding, right?" Scarlet whispered.
"Yeah, her sense of humor and sarcasm, like her sex life, is as dead as the founding fathers."
Dedric just shrugged as he walked over to his new seat, sitting down as he just looked straight forward, mainly paying attention to the whiteboard at the front of the room.
The two assassins remained quiet until the bell rang. They were the first out of the classroom.
"So, do we still have our plans with the others this afternoon?" Scarlet asked.
"Unless Robert and Fran decided to just forego that and have a make-out session again, I'd assume so." Chris replied. "So, why is the German following us?"
Scarlet turned around, and, sure enough, Dedric was following them.
"Do not mind me, I am just observing common behavior of students at this school, seeing as you two were the closest to my new desk, I decided to follow along."
"Ok, first rule: don't talk so formally. It's just creepy. Also, seriously, out of any school you could've been exchanged with, you picked this shithole? Your family must be brain dead." Chris said.
Scarlet elbowed Chris in the ribs and smiled apologetically at Dedric. "Don't mind Chris. He's sarcastic with everybody."
"Seriously, though, is your family just full of idiots, or did they just want you out of their hair?" Chris asked.
"They sent me here because it is the closest school to the district we live in. Besides, we do run a very lucrative business."
"Like what, arms dealership?"
"Exactly." Dedric responded with a smile. "And if you know the logo on my jacket, you would understand perfectly."
Chris and Scarlet both stared at Dedric. Scarlet had a look that said, 'Why did you tell him that?', however, Dedric did not care. Chris had an evil look in his eyes. Before Chris could say anything, however, Scarlet grabbed him by the arm and dragged him off, while quickly telling Dedric it was nice to meet him. The German boy politely waved back to them, saying it was nice to meet them as well.
"Would you let go of me?" Chris said, as he wrenched himself out of the girl's grasp.
"I saw that look. We are not breaking into Dedric's house to steal weaponry." Scarlet said.
"We weren't going to 'break' anything, but alright."
"You know what I mean." Scarlet said.
"Look, if the kid is stupid enough to tell us his dad's an arms dealer, he deserves to get some of the weaponry stolen. Besides, what's he gonna do, shoot me with a German Luger? This ain't WWII, Scarlet."
"We no longer use handguns like that." Dedric suddenly said from behind Chris, peeking over his shoulder as he spoke, surprising Scarlet as well with his sudden appearance.
"You don't understand sarcasm, do you?" Chris asked.
"You just don't use it as well." He responded, either honestly or sarcastically. It was hard to tell.
"Kraut, I know pretty damn well that your father is at least a higher up in Heckler and Koch. Don't push me."
"I am not making any sort of contact with you." Dedric replied, gesturing to the current distance between him and Chris. Again, he was surprisingly new to English, seeing as he took everything literally and spoke too formally.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN, YOU STUPID-" Chris began, before Scarlet covered his mouth, not wanting the boy to offend anyone.
"Chris, you go ahead. I'll catch up." Scarlet said, her eyes conveying the message that now was not a good time. Chris grumbled, gave Dedric a look of annoyance, and walked away, muttering, "Fascist Freak."
Scarlet looked at Dedric."You're not helping yourself by pissing him off, you know."
"I am not sure how I am making him so upset." The boy replied, looking at Scarlet.
"Chris acts that way because it's in his genes. But that also means he has a short fuse. When he gets angry, he has a tendency to do something stupid, and usually at least someone gets hurt." She replied, crossing her arms. "You saw those cards he had?"
"He had cards with him? Why is that?"
"I don't know, he takes them with him everywhere. The point is, those cards are basically throwing knives, and he's deadly accurate with them. He's used them against people he shouldn't have before."
"Why do you make an effort to be around him, if that is the case?" Dedric asked.
"He's my oldest friend. We've known each other since we were little. He's always had my back, and vice versa. I trust him more than anyone." Scarlet replied. She checked her watch. "Well, it was nice talking to you, but I need to get to class. See you." With that, she walked off.
Dedric watched her leave, raising an eyebrow as he spoke to himself. "Why would he have steel tipped throwing cards?"
Later that day.
As the last bell rang, Scarlet and Chris exited the building, Dedric following shortly behind, as he was still very new to the city. Chris didn't like that, but Scarlet just shook her head when he opened his mouth to speak.
"So where are we meeting them, exactly?" Scarlet asked.
"Pretty sure they said in Overton Park. Either way, Robert better have remembered to bring my acoustic guitar."
"You are able to play the guitar as well?" Dedric asked, putting himself in the conversation.
Chris just stared at Dedric as if he'd said the stupidest thing possible. "Is it normal for you to follow people everywhere they go?"
"I am new to the city, the state, and the country itself. I just want to learn more about it." The German boy responded with a small smile, keeping his hands in the pockets of his coat.
Chris just shook his head. "Scarlet, you drive him there, since he's so desperate to get a tour."
"What about you?" Scarlet asked.
"I'll see you there." With that, Chris walked away.
"Is he always this rude?" Dedric asked, turning to Scarlet with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep. Usually, he doesn't mean what he says, though."
"I could easily tell."
Scarlet shook her head. "C'mon. Let's get this tour over with."
Dedric followed along, already interested to see what it was like around the city, not only that, but to observe American culture in the area as well.
When the tour was over, the two headed towards Overton park. Dedric saw Chris, playing guitar, though he didn't recognize the other three people that were hanging around him, two girls and a boy..
(I'm not gonna put in their descriptions. If ya'll want descriptions, find them in the other story. Not to be rude, I'm just really busy.)
"About time you showed up." The second boy said
Dedric looked at Chris for a second, though Chris was busy playing his guitar to notice, before then eyeing the three others, not sure if he should greet the small group or not.
The boy sized Dedric up, which was weird, seeing as he was nearly 3 inches taller than the German boy. "Who's this?"
"I am Dedric Koch, a friend of your two friends who accompanied me here. That is this nice girl and the one playing the guitar right there." He explained to the other boy, at first gesturing to Scarlet and then over to Chris.
"We aren't friends. At this point, you're an unavoidable pain in my ass." Chris muttered to himself, though no one else heard him.
"So, who are you? You still have yet to introduce yourself." The German boy asked the other, looking up at him with a blank expression.
"I'm Robert. The two girls over there are Virgilia and Fran." The boy said. The two girls waved to the new kid, to which he returned the wave with a smile.
Dedric soon turned to the others and then said something that he was not sure he would ever say.
"Anyways, have you all heard of the Assassins? I only heard a bit about them, especially with one of their most recent missions."
Chris' guitar made a twanging sound. Everyone looked at Dedric, who was just staring blankly at everyone else, wondering what he had said that must have offended the others. In a flash, Chris had pinned Dedric against a tree, with one of his serrated hidden blades pressed against the German's throat. The German boy was completely silent, his eyes flicking down to the blade, trying to see what it looked like at least, but all he could see was the gauntlet it was attached to.
"Chris, put the blade away." Scarlet said.
"No, I'm not putting it away. If this guy knows about the assassins, he knows too much."
"I would recommend putting it away." Dedric said, his eyes flicking down for a second. Upon closer inspection, he had his own hidden blade pointed at Chris' neck.
If Chris was surprised, he didn't show it. He just glared at the German, the other boy returning the glare, only with a smile instead.
"Okay, guys, let's just calm down." Robert said, pushing himself between the two. As soon as Robert got in between them, Dedric's blade retracted back into his sleeve as the boy dusted himself off, muttering something in German to himself. Chris, however, continued staring at the German, not even bothering to retract the blade.
"Chris." Scarlet said.
Chris muttered something to himself, retracted his blade, and went back to playing guitar.
"So how do you know about the assassins?" Robert asked.
"I wasn't all too sure about it until my suspicions were confirmed. My dad had told me to say those exact words to anyone that could be assassins, testing to see how they would react." Dedric replied to Robert.
"So, basically, Chris just gave us all away." Virgilia said, speaking for the first time, shooting an irritated look at Chris..
"Yes, he did." The boy said to her, looking back to Chris. "You may thank him as you please."
"You're just digging your grave, kid.." Chris replied, not even looking up from his guitar.
"I do not possess any shovels in my home." Dedric said.
Chris remained silent, though Scarlet could tell Chris was really close to snapping.
"So how do you know about the assassins?" She asked him. Dedric cleared his throat before going into detail on how he knew about the Assassins.
"It all started a few years ago, when I lived in Germany at the time. My parents had accepted an offer from some strange organization that promised to pay double the amount of the weapons, along with keep business confidential. Upon recent inspection, that was a secret organization of assassins called, 'Die Kreuzfahrer,' or, 'The Crusaders,' in English. We worked with them for a while, soon affording to move a factory of ours here to the United States. He had already spoken to your headmaster about a potential deal, I was there for it. The reason I know so much of this, I manufactured most of the weapons the assassins there use today."
"Well, on the bright side, we'll have an arms dealer." Chris muttered. In response, Dedric would have corrected him, but decided not to waste his breath explaining that he was an arms manufacturer.
"So how did you get a hidden blade?" Scarlet asked.
"I forged it myself." Dedric replies, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the gauntlet that held it in place. It seemed normal, apart from the top of it, on the back of the wrist. The back of the gauntlet had what looked like a personal bio-scanner, providing the name of the user, heart rate, and other various vital signs. The blade itself was around five inches long, made of stainless steel, with a laser-etched German flag on the gauntlet.
"Nice blade." Robert said.
"Thank you. The system it uses is quite advanced, but I will avoid getting into too much detail about it."
"Did you ever actually use the blade?" Virgilia asked.
"Yes, multiple times." The boy said, looking towards the girl with a blank expression. "Although, it is not voluntarily activated."
"Let me guess." Chris said, breaking in. "It only activates when your heart rate goes up?"
"Indeed it does." Dedric said, then turning his attention towards Chris with a raised eyebrow. "You really do either have lucky guesses or you have been stalking me already."
"I guess I'm just lucky. Not as lucky as you seeing as I haven't-"
"What do I have to do to get you to be quiet?" Dedric responded before he could finish, soon shrugging and then beginning to walk away. "If you actually do have questions of what I am able to do, look up my address in the school directory. I will then consider working with you."
"Well, seeing as how your dad's currently in the base, having a meeting with the headmaster,, the option i'm going with is bringing you back to base." Chris said, putting the guitar back in it's case and placing it in Roberts jeep.
"Chris, what are you planning?' Scarlet asked.
"Nothing sinister. Just want to see if he's up to standards of being an assassin." Chris replied. "Because, trust me, kraut, your dad's gonna want to see how well his son fares against an actual assassin."
Dedric stopped and turned to face Chris, looking a bit confused now. "Are you implying I am not already one?"
"No. Your an assassin. But you're not an official one. Part-timers qualify more as hitmen."
With that, the German boy sighed and began to walk back, rolling his eyes as he spoke. "Then go ahead and take me to whatever hideout you use."
The small group then all piled into Robert's Jeep, soon driving to the hideout, with Dedric just relaxing in the trunk, lying down as he toyed with the medical page on the screen of his gauntlet. He was making sure that everything was in perfect shape before something went wrong, as it always does.
The group soon arrived at the base. Dedric looked around.
"Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yep." Robert said.
"But this is the School."
"Yep."
Dedric looked at Robert in confusion. "But-"
"You ask too many questions, Dedric." Robert said. "Just watch and listen."
Chris walked up to one of the school's walls, and pushed a certain brick. The wall opened, revealing a dark hallway going downwards. The group walked down the hallway. When they reached the end of the hallway, they pushed through a door, revealing the base. Chris immediately walked away, not even bothering to tell Dedric where his father and the headmaster were.
"Welcome to HQ." Fran said. "This is where the magic happens."
Dedric looked around him. The base itself was pretty advanced, by modern standards. Computers displaying cameras from all over the city lined every wall. People were all over the place. Dedric wondered how the Assassins could hide this from the staff or the students of the school. The German boy didn't even bother to question it and just decided to look around for a bit before Chris nudged him to keep walking.
"Hey, we still have that match of ours, kraut."
Dedric rolled his eyes and kept walking, Chris leading him to the combat training area, which looked more like a wrestling ring, but with less padding on the floors, and much bigger, as in it took up most of the room. The German boy and the other assassin then stepped into the ring, both on opposite sides as the Headmaster and Dedric's father, along with Scarlet and the others, were in an upper room, watching through a large window. Chris got into his fighting stance as Dedric did the same.
"Looks like it's going to be another easy win." Chris said confidently, Dedric rolling his eyes in response.
"Now it only boils down to which one of us will achieve this, 'easy win.'"
A bell soon rang out, indicating the match had started as Chris then lashed out at Dedric, first going with a simple punch, a right hook. The German boy ducked underneath the attack with ease, slipping underneath Chris and around to his back. Once there, Dedric reeled back a leg and delivered a simple side kick to Chris' back, almost knocking him out of bounds before he regained balance and got back into the fight, still aggressively attacking Dedric. The German kept avoiding most of the attacks, smiling lightly at just how agitated he was watching Chris get. The assassin continued with his onslaught of attacks, nothing seeming to connect. Dedric looked up at the large window, his dad only nodding once, to which he responded with a nod as well. Something then seemed to change in Dedric as he stopped avoiding Chris' attacks, catching one of his hands and redirecting it quickly, soon unleashing a barrage of his own attacks. The German certainly knew how to fight, connecting swing after swing with the vast multitude of attacks. Hooks to the cheeks, uppercuts to the jaw, jabs to the chest, kicks to the sides, and knees to the stomach, all of which ended with a backhand, which sent Chris out of the circle on the ground. Dedric won the first round.
"Well, that was fun, but I am guessing we are going to have another." He asked as Chris stood up, shaking his head to recover from the onslaught of attacks.
Chris cackled. Dedric looked at the boy in confusion. "What is amusing about the situation?"
"Your naivety. I'll admit it before anyone else, you're a decent fighter." Chris said. He wiped some blood away from his nose, then spit some more out."But, see, this is like World War Two: You may have won that round, but this fight ain't over."
"If you insist."
Dedric said before the bell rang once more, again on the defensive as Chris lashed out once more. At this point, no one was really getting any good hits in, all that weren't either blocked, redirected, or avoided entirely. Chris then threw a right hook, stopping just before hitting Dedric before his leg swung up and kicked him in the cheek, the boy stumbling back a bit. The German advanced once more, throwing punch after punch, either barely missing Chris or making contact with a part that wasn't all that important. Chris then waited until Dedric threw a kick at him, grabbing his leg and lifting it as he used his own leg to send a kick into the German's back. Dedric fell over and got right back up, seething with anger as he began to swing at Chris more, to which the assassin countered each attack with quick strikes to the jaw. Dedric was already dizzy by the eighth counter, only to be drop kicked out of the ring, literally drop kicked. He stumbled to get up once more, knowing there would be a third round as he wiped his face, making sure no sweat was in his eyes.
"I take it you received training from a more.. Unconventional source." The German boy stated.
Chris cackled. "Here's the thing, kraut... I am an unconventional source."
The German boy simply chuckled at the cliche line before getting back into a defensive stance, noticing that he and Chris are relatively badly wounded. Once the third bell rung, it seemed both of them had the same idea. Both of them sprinted at each other, Dedric launched his right foot towards Chris as the assassin then leapt into the air and reeled back a fist. The two connected at the same time, Chris nailing Dedric in the ribs and Dedric sending a kick to Chris' chin. Both of them fell down at practically the same time, setting a new record for fastest round and the only round with no winners.
Meanwhile, in the room above, the headmaster looked at Dedric's father. "Are you willing to discuss business now?"
And, that's it! What'd ya'll think? Better or worse? Tell me in the comments, and, as always, see ya'll next time!
