AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Last Christmas - Part.1

On the docks by the Thames, fists were flying before colliding with jaws, ribs and stomachs. An Assassin alone against a dozen Blighters. With the help of her cane, the pommel of which was shaped like an eagle's head, she fought with great determination. Falling snowflakes were deflected from their trajectory because of the speed of the blows of the Londoner and her eight remaining opponents. Under her hood, she was determined to teach a lesson to those dogs loyal to the Templars despite their weakness since the death of Crawford Starrick. The war between the Brotherhood and the Order was still going on in the shadows, even in this white-clad December.

From the top of a pile of crates, another Brotherhood member watched the hooded one fight hard, shouting with effort. It took the bottom Assassin slamming a Blighter's head hard against the stone wall next to the bridge for his fellow Assassin to come down and join the fray.

"Need help Victoria," he asked rhetorically.

Continuing to defend herself and kick her opponents' behinds, the brunette recognised the voice of a man she never wanted to see again despite the Creed.

"What... gn... what do you want?!" she questioned, countering yet another attack.

"Talk to you, Vicky."

"Can't you see I'm a little busy," she retorted wryly while blocking an attack.

She let out a grunt and finished off the Blighter she'd just fought off. She took a moment to turn to her interlocutor and threaten him by pointing at him.

"And I forbid you to call me Vicky, Thomas."

She turned again, having heard another Templar servant rush towards her. She raised her fist and slammed it into the assailant with fury. Thomas decided to help Victoria anyway. In a brief moment of respite, the London-born brunette turned back to him.

"I don't need help. Let me handle them !"

She took on another Blighter and killed it like it was nothing. The rage to fight was mixed with the hatred she felt for Thomas for coming to talk to her. The men in the red jackets were staining the muddy snow of the quay with their blood. Gasping, Victoria dwelt on the massacre she had just committed almost single-handedly. She slowly removed her hood, keeping her eyes on the corpses. She tucked the cane back into her coat once she had retracted it with a sharp jerk of her arm.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were as crazy as Maxwell Roth was."

The young Reid looked up at the sky, blowing out a cloud of smoke that disappeared into the air as she sighed. She turned and approached Thomas, activating the mechanism on her blade to draw it.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat, even if we're on the same side."

"I still love you, Vicky," he said as he moved closer to her. "I was stupid to do it again. I wasn't in my right mind..."

Thomas looked down in shame and took Victoria's hands before meeting her gaze again. He begged to be given another and very last chance, tears in his eyes. But Victoria already knew the song. The blond almost fiddled with reminding her of the good things about their relationship long before that story in Amsterdam and what had happened after. The more he spoke, the closer he brought his face to the brunette's.

Without her being able to answer, Thomas placed his lips on hers. A bold and risky move, especially when it came to Victoria, who retracted her blade. The Londoner allowed herself to be kissed for a few moments, despite the lack of flavour in the kiss. She then placed her hands on the other Assassin's chest. To her surprise, the blond was violently pushed back. He almost lost his balance and fell, but the angry brunette settled it by hitting him with her fist reinforced by the gauntlet she wore. He found himself on the ground, his buttocks wet with muddy snow. She pinned him down on the cobblestones, pressing her left hand against Thomas's chest and making a fist with her right hand, ready to break his nose.