Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Bloodlust

A Glorious Revolution...of No Sleep

The rain fell hard from the pitch black heavens above as I trudged down the train tracks sopping wet by the lack of cover from the downpour. The rags I wore were soaked by rain and blood. I was a fighter, that's why my current condition was so...poor. I earned my sad fortune by fighting in the fight clubs that dotted the maps of London.

I walked from one side of London to the other. From point A to point B. I avoided the police, the Templars, the Blighters, the Assassins, and watchmen roaming the city. It was harrowing work due to the fact that the Assassins roamed the entire city leaving no stone unturned. They have eyes and ears everywhere. They were well connected. I don't know how I managed to stay away from them this long either because my so-called-step-mother is Bloody Nora. The leader of one of the Templar territories in London. My real mother is six feet under on the other side of the world. How I got to London is an entirely different story. And how I got my step mother as one of the most wanted criminals in London is also a particularly good story for another time. I'll get there eventually...

Today in particular though I actually found myself running from a police gang. The chase lasted for hours until I was finally in a territory I didn't recognize. Bloody and beat from the truncheon wielding bastards who chased me from the ring during one of the best fights of my life, I was now lost and hopeless and most certainly freezing. The cold and rain disoriented my mind in such a way I was perplexed at everything.

My frozen legs staggered across the tracks, too numb to sense their vibrations from an oncoming train. There was a loud horn in the distance, some shouting, and then the deafening screams of brakes. Light flashed in my eyes and I stared to the side of a light approaching me closer and closer. I shielded the bright light from my face. My foggy mind failed to register the extreme danger I was in and my body finally given up, collapsed right in the center of the tracks.

"Bloody hell!" There was the sound of heavy boots crunching over the gravel of the tracks. Then, I was weightless, thrown into the air like a ragdoll, and over a rock hard shoulder. A few disorienting moments later, I was laid down on a hard floor. Not the gravel of the train track, but a hardwood with a velvety carpet...

"What's wrong with her?" a woman asked through the darkness. The softly lit inside the train car glowed behind my closed eyelids.

"I think she's unconscious--" There was a sharp poke to my side and my broken rib shifted. I let out a groan and pushed away all helping hands.

"Well at least she's alive, right?" said a man.

"Jacob!" the woman shrilled.

"What, Evie? She's still breathing, yes?"

"You two, enough," said another man. His voice was differently accented from the rest...Indian perhaps? "She must be healed."

"But we don't even know her. She's from the streets. For all we know, she could be a Templar spy," said the man, whom I presumed to be Jacob.

"You should have thought of that before you saved her from being crushed, ground, and exploded to death by this bloody train," said Evie sarcastically.

I peeked through my lashes to see where I was and whom I was with. My heart leapt to my throat as I saw the infamous insignia pinned to the wall of the car and to the clothes of my saviors...of my captors.

But I remained still.

Like death.

"We ought to leave her behind. We don't want trouble with whatever she's affiliated with," said Jacob.

"Oh come now, Jacob. She doesn't have the Templar insignia. Maybe we can welcome her in--"

"Evie--"