Rumbling filled the air as the train sped along at a constant pace along the tracks. The noise is familiar, and Jacob Frye's highly alert ears have tuned it out as background noise. He kicked up his feet on an ottoman and folded his hands across his stomach. His lips part as a heavy sigh escaped him. He leaned back, and angled his top hat over his face to shield the afternoon light from his eyelids.
Drowsiness sweeps him away, like the waves of the River Thames.
"Darling, what a night! The stuff of legends!" Roth's gravelly voice trilled.
"Why did you do it? All of it?" Jacob growled, his fists still clenched around the kukri dripping in crimson, the blood still warm.
"What? Snap a baby crow's neck between my thumb and forefinger? Slice to bits the ones you deem innocent? Keep the world in its divine manic state?" Roth snapped back.
"For the same reason I do anything-"
Roth's lips pressed against his, and Jacob grunted, and struggled to pull away. His face contorts in shock and disgust.
"Why not?" Roth's laughed. He backed away, still laughing, arms outspread and the distance between the two shrunk until his figure was no longer in Jacob's field of sight.
His diabolical cackles remained though, and they grew louder and louder until it was deafening to Jacob's ears. The sound morphed until it's no longer human, and they sound like the cries of a murder of crows flying overhead. Suddenly, an elegant box appearead in his hands. He ran his gloved fingers over the engraved crest of the box, and he's filled with dread, as he knows what the contents of the box are. A forced sense of curiosity overpowers the dread, and Jacob's hands flipped open the lid.
A baby crow rests in the velvet lined box, its soft coal colored feathers perfectly aligned against its body, not a single one ruffled. Then, an eye opens, and a shiny, beady bird eye looks up at him. Its body heaved up and down slightly, like an attempt to breathe.
Its black beak parted open and it only crowed one sound.
"Jacob!"
"Jacob!"
He bolted up, awakened from his slumber, top hat flying to the ground. He instinctively withdrew the hidden blades from his gauntlet, and swung his arm outwards. His attack is blocked, and his eyes met with a pair of light emerald orbs.
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Short chapter, I know! But this was just the first one and it was kinda like an intro. Please let me know what you think! :)
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Antidote - Assassin's Creed: Syndicate (Jacob Frye)
FanfictionJacob Frye. Powerful. Brutal. Arrogant. Reckless. Alongside his sister Evie, he has liberated London from the grasp of Crawford Starrick. Now, leading the Rooks is his top priority, but he craves more excitement. He's a god damn Assassin after all...
