She killed herself.
The world was caving in on her; her weights too heavy to hold. Her mother, helpless. Her father, a drunkard, abusive. She has no friends...except for one. On the day Cassandra decided to take her life, she decided something that may change lives forever. She found her friend--her only friend-- told him what he needed to know, and made him promise her something...
"James, promise me that you will do this"
She took out a bracelet, and tied it around James’ wrist. "I will"
His promise to her? To help those who can't help themselves. To defend the innocent. To help those...who were like her. On top of all the weight of the world was the abuse she received from her father. She had only hoped that no one else has to go through what she went through. So there in her room, she took a step, a rope...
and fell.
Her body hung there ‘til the next day. News spread throughout the network of family and friends, and it soon reached James. Everybody was in shock.
Years had passed since the funeral. James takes a look back at the promise he made to her--the bracelet--and then proceeds to weep. He had been weeping for her day after day after day. "I could've done something...if only..."
James was no better nor different than Cassandra. He was a loner too; no friends. His family--his father especially--hated him. He was despised, but he was also feared. James’ life had already been in turmoil, causing him a lot of pain and hurt. It turned him into an angry, frightening man. But he was also sensitive and the most hurt. How could he imagine a life without his best friend? He wanted to die. He, too, wanted to end himself. But no, not yet. He remembers the promise he made to her--or rather, the promise she made him make. It haunts him day and night, ever since she left. He receives visions and dreams of her, and nightmares that follow his nights. He just cannot sleep. There is no peace for him.
Now, it wasn’t like James didn’t make any friends throughout this whole time. Throughout his life, after Cassandra’s death, he gained people he could trust: friends from church, a friend from his neighbourhood, and two of his cousins. They were the ones who helped him through with his depression and adversities, but little did they know that they (or at least some from this group of friends) will be a part of something significant. It wasn’t until a series of visions he had seen of Cassandra, who reminded him of the promise he made. It was now up to him to get started.
He formed a group chat on WhatsApp and adds these selected people in, his friends: Edward, Becky, Isaac and John.
“Hello everyone, I’ve probably explained this to you before but allow me to do so again.
This group and the work we are about to do is a promise I made long ago to a dear friend of mine. The reason why you are here is to help me fulfill this promise, and to bring peace to our land,” James tells them. They understood him already, given that they have heard this from him a couple of times...
“Alright”, said Edward, Isaac and Becky
“Great,” followed John. “What do we call ourselves?”
“The Creed,” James replied.
The Creed. A pledge, a promise. One made to one dead to keep others from dying. This was their purpose. “Everyone, let’s meet up and begin training! The sooner the better,” ordered James.
“Yes sir!”
It was not long until they began to go out into the night. With skills and proper tools equipped, they fought whatever crime they could find, and with that, saved lives.A promise made was a promise kept. At the start of The Creed, the promised was fulfilled, and Cassandra’s spirit didn’t need to cling to James anymore.
“Thank you, James. I can finally rest in peace now”
Now, it wasn’t like James didn’t make any friends throughout this whole time. Throughout his life, after Cassandra’s death, he gained people he could trust: friends from church, a friend from his neighbourhood, and two of his cousins. They were the ones who helped him through with his depression and adversities, but little did they know that they (or at least some from this group of friends) will be a part of something significant. It wasn’t until a series of visions he had seen of Cassandra, who reminded him of the promise he made. It was now up to him to get started.
He formed a group chat on WhatsApp and adds these selected people in, his friends: Edward, Becky, Isaac and John.
“Hello everyone, I’ve probably explained this to you before but allow me to do so again.
This group and the work we are about to do is a promise I made long ago to a dear friend of mine. The reason why you are here is to help me fulfill this promise, and to bring peace to our land,” James tells them. They understood him already, given that they have heard this from him a couple of times...
“Alright”, said Edward, Isaac and Becky
“Great,” followed John. “What do we call ourselves?”
“The Creed,” James replied.
The Creed. A pledge, a promise. One made to one dead to keep others from dying. This was their purpose. “Everyone, let’s meet up and begin training! The sooner the better,” ordered James.
“Yes sir!”
It was not long until they began to go out into the night. With skills and proper tools equipped, they fought whatever crime they could find, and with that, saved lives.A promise made was a promise kept. At the start of The Creed, the promised was fulfilled, and Cassandra’s spirit didn’t need to cling to James anymore.
“Thank you, James. I can finally rest in peace now”
