Heroes & Legends: Genesis

Sin

Chasing after Reven had proven pointless so Collin had been forced to return to Cobellus for Lumios knows how much longer.
Much to hs own disgust, due to the fact that he would be without shelter in Cobellus for a number of days, he was being housed by the shameless Santino. He could not sleep comfortably knowing that molestation in his sleep was but an inch away whenever he shut his eyes.

Despite the depression that filled him in his current situation, there was one thing he would enjoy today.

As most of Imperia knew, the Bloodstreaks were native and exclusive to the Kingdom, branching out nowhere else. They were all expected to follow a strict set of rules, one of those rules being that a Bloodstreak may not take a job which was not officially assigned to him/her, another being that it was strictly against code to murder people who had no contract to their name.

Collin would abandon both these rules. He frequently took unofficial jobs and often roamed the streets murdering the homeless and unimportant, steering away from killing most of the noticeable people of society. All he needed was a bit of bloodshed and he would be satisfied.

His gear was still strapped on and all he needed to do was grab his cloak and blade, both of which were stained in the blood of various men and woman, possibly even children.

As he walked to the door, he was stopped by the flamboyant call of Santino.

"Mr Collin! Santino bears great news. Santino can get you a new horse in two days time," he cheered.

"Oh, golly," Collin replied sarcastically.

"You seem unpleased. Santino has another horse that you could ride, right now," Santino said, winking provocatively.

Collin scoffed as he left the alley shack and stepped onto the streets.

He had plans for the day. As a bloodthirsty assassin, he could not stand aside and wait idly for his horse to arrive. He needed to stay busy and painted in red.

The Bloodstreaks were to abide by a certain code at all times, these rules setting the tone for all assassins of the name. While seeming redundant to a certain extent, the specifications were absolutely necessary in this case.

Collin strolled through the streets, his cold, blue eyes analysing the weaker members of the crowd. The buzz of the dynamic citizens covered his malicious intent. His cloak enveloped him like an aura of evil that nobody in the masses could see through.

As he walked, however, he took note of a particular young Malmen (a white-skinned race that generally involved brunette genes) teen, no older than 18, strolling through the streets, a heavy-looking rucksack being carried over the young man's shoulder. He wasn't homeless, by the look of him, but he did not look as though he lived a fabulous lifestyle, either.

Clothes of mediocre quality, a long, curved dagger strapped to his waist, his shaggy and brown hair... all these things gave him the look of a common adolescent... barely armed and likely lacking in defensive skills, the boy certainly served as a great target.

Collin tailed him through wavy streams of people, his breath low and reflexes sharp. The boy turned into the Copper District, commonly known as the Poormen District.

Any normal man would have felt pity or refrain but Collin had no such emotion.

As the boy walked on, he slung the bag to his front and opened it up. He dug around a little bit and, one by one, began to distribute food rations to young children he would happen to pass along the way, smiling kindly as he did so.

"Thank you, Sin," the children would call as he walked on.He would look back and smile but never say a word.

After a bit of walking, he entered a small home that looked fairly aged. The door closed slowly and quietly behind him.