AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Before the Autumn Of Terror - Part. 1

[Chapter image by me]

In a flat in Whitechapel, two voices were shouted. They could be heard, but they were unintelligible, muffled by the sounds of life in the alleys of the district almost as bad as Devil's Acre in the borough of Westminster. The man and woman were arguing because one was in denial while the other kept telling him that what she was saying was irrefutable.

– Please, Jacob, I know it's hard for you, but... listen to me!" the woman begged, grabbing her trainer's arm. "Everything points to him. The evidence is clear, what else do you need?"

The Frye brother, his hands resting on the surface of his desk, closed his eyes and frowned. In spite of himself, he was heartbroken at the thought that the man he had always considered a son could be behind all these abominable crimes, endangering the Brotherhood. He was simply devastated, and the woman of his age understood this. She had seen him grow up and had been quite close to him. She shared his pain. More calmly she continued:

– If we let our feelings control us, the peace we have held for so long in London would be ruined. We have lost the Rooks, it can't continue this way."

The brunette leaned against him, resting her head on Jacob's shoulder, who had not moved an inch. She sighed, her eyes downcast.

– You and Evie fought so hard for this town. And I did the same to survive and be the Assassin I became because of you two."

Jacob turned his face to the woman who had watched over London with him for almost twenty years. Despite the distances, despite their separate lives, the two darkheads had never stopped being close, never stopped being there for each other, knowing they could count on each other no matter what.

– If, after the Rooks, we lose the Brotherhood, London will live through dark days... much darker than the last few weeks."

The Frye twin looked down at the surface of his desk again and sighed. A thought occurred to him, and his throat tightened as the tears welled up.

– What could I have done to make him act like this? Or what haven't I done?"

Surprised by such words, the brunette raised her head and looked at the other Assassin. Her eyes filled with sadness, she stared at him and he felt it. He turned his face towards her. She allowed herself to put a hand on his cheek before running it through his hair and answering him:

– Nothing, Jacob. You did everything you could, as a teacher as well as I did as a father. Jack's past clouds his mind and feelings. His demons are too strong for him, for what he has been taught. But you didn't fail at anything and you did everything for him."

Jacob finally turned to her completely and took her in his arms. She wrapped hers around him, wanting to comfort him in other ways than words. She reminded him that he had made excellent Assassins out of his son, as well as the waitress at Seven Bells that she had been.

– This will be hard to live through and to get over, but you are not alone, Jacob. We still have the Brotherhood, and I'm suffering as much as you are. You can count on me to help you, and you know it."

Without letting go of the brunette, the Frye twin faced her and stared intently at her despite the sadness in his hazel eyes. The Assassin kept looking at his former teacher, her gaze filled with compassion and sorrow. The two unconsciously brought their faces together and their lips finally touched before they kissed.