Revelation

A few weeks after the…incident, I held the funeral. Everybody I knew was there, and anybody who was related to Jessie was there. Her friends, family. I also invited Thomas and his whole entourage there. All my boys were there, all contracts ongoing were put on hold. Up till that day, nobody knew who the Creed members were, and the only one who knew was Thomas and I don't think it was him. After all, he is not one to abandon a friendship without considering the consequences. Besides, I don't think we slighted him in anything, we didn't try to control him or anything so it was very confusing for me when whoever ordered us to be assassinated was informed of our identity and planned that elaborately.

Still, I will put those on hold for now. What's important right now is the funeral. Everyone was in the graveyard, in front of all of us was a priest, reading whatever he was reading before Jessie was lowered into the hole where her coffin was to be buried.

Each and every inch, as she was lowered, hurt me and at the same time filled me with hate, to whoever did this to her, and to my child, my unborn Fucking child!!

A few minutes after she was lowered and they started to shove the dirt. I was approached by Thomaas.

"Eric, I'm not sure what to say but…condolences nonetheless."

After saying those words, he just patted my shoulder before walking away. All who came with him also did the same and just walked away. Even though Thomas' words were short, they were sincere. I know he isn't one to be insincere about these things, he's been through war and losing friends were a daily thing to him. I had memories of being In the war, memories of losing friends but the feelings didn't come along with it.

After the gravestone was finally set and the burial site was cleared out, everybody was gone except me and my boys.

"You boys can go, we'll talk later."

They were unsure at first if they wanted to go but seeing my eyes, the five of them looked at each other before nodding and walking away. A few minutes pass before I neared the patch of dirt before kneeling down in front of it. I felt so stupid, so…naïve, to think I was powerful that arrogance made me lose something precious to me. In no time at all, I began crying.

I spent an hour or so there, kneeling before I stood up. As I gazed at her gravestone, I silently vowed to end whoever did this.

…

I was walking to the Garrison when the five of them appeared behind me silently. I still remember picking them up, they were 14 then, a few months before turning 15. When I arrived at the orphanage, the five of them were outcasts, they were the kids who didn't have any friends, alone, standing in the corner. Nobody approached them, nobody befriended them. They caught my attention at first glance since then but I still didn't 'kidnap' them. I first observed them on how they survive from day to day.

Each of them had their own special traits. One kid, with the name of Kevin, black haired with also black eyes survived by stealing, what's more, nobody noticed him. He was like a shadow, unseen and undetected. The next kid, named Gerald, brown haired and blue eyed, he was large for his age, larger than those older than him even. I caught him beating people up in the alleys. He had a natural talent for fighting and figured, I needed some muscle too for certain…missions. The next was Peter, he was good with daggers, he lived by threatening those rich and he selected his targets properly. He reminded me of a certain someone. The last two were twins, Dan and Don, they looked identical to the touch, redhead with blue eyes. They worked together very well and figured they would be helpful in my endeavors.

After reminiscing, I arrived at the garrison, I let the five drink to their hearts content, I started drinking when I was younger than them so they should be able to handle it. I met up with the Shelby's in the private room.

When I arrived, they were already drinking, whiskey it seems. They nod at my direction once I entered, opting to drink silently. I joined them and no sooner than that did Thomas finally speak.

"So, Eric, in light of recent events, I gathered whatever I could from my informants. I know its no match to yours but nonetheless, here you are."

Thomas grabbed from inside his coat a bunch of papers and letters. Both of which I proceeded to read and gather whatever I could. I wasn't able to use my info network yet because there were still contracts the boys needed to fulfill, I was able to free one day but that was about it. The contracts they take last weeks to accomplish so one day is nothing to them, it's a different matter if I want them to conduct info gathering from personal problems and as much as I would like to cancel their contracts, we have a reputation to fulfill. We are still new to this world so a reputation is important in this business.

I read the papers and letters before I came across a letter, addressed to one Father Hughes. It was about various stuff that they had to do and how great it would be to be serving the lord. I basically went over the letter but in the very last lines of the letter, a phrase that I was very familiar with came up.

"May the father of Understanding guide us."

Upon reading that, only one word came up in my mind.

"Fuck"