Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Bloodlust

Red is an Ugly Color

"FUCK!" I screamed, sitting up with a gasp. A cold sweat trickled down my spine and my skin prickled at the rug underneath me leaving imprints etched into my skin. My first thought: I was on something that was moving. The darkness was the only thing that greeted me with just a sliver of moonlight from a window landing next to me. Morning was near.

  Next to me, Jacob sat up from his bed with a yelp. In a split second, a pistol was pointed at me from out of nowhere. My eyes widened and I cringed. My wrists dug into tight rope and I felt blood trickle down my arm.

  "Jesus, you got me," Jacob sighed, setting his gun down on the nightstand next to his bed. He laid back in bed and sighed through the dreading silence. "You put up quite a fight, you know?"

  In response, the only sound I emitted was rope scraping the carpeted floor and me trying to break free from my bindings.

  "Don't bother getting out of those. I'll catch you anyway. Where would you run if you did get out?" Jacob sat up and leaned in towards me. He chuckled and knelt before me, grabbing my chin, and forcing eye contact. "You're not so scary now, are you?"

  I sneered and lunged at him, trying to bite at his handsome features. He pulled away just in time.

  "Ah, damn. You're feisty."

  "I will tear you limb. From. Limb," I swore in a broken voice.

  Jacob just chuckled. "Wait till Evie gets a load of this. She must be up right now judging by her light." He stood up to his towering full height and put on some robes over his tank top and briefs. He opened the boxcar door and exited into the next boxcar allowing a cold breeze to send me shivering. The door closed.

  Oh Jacob. What a mistake it was to leave your gun unattended. I stole towards the nightstand pulling as hard as I could against the ropes. The sharp pain and the distinct sense of blood trickling down my wrist was notable.

  I now held the gun. The train whistle went off. It went off in a pattern. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. I was aware of all the happenings around me. The rumble of the train on the tracks, the faint smell of smoke, the slight sound of Jacob and Evie talking inaudibly...a sharp whistle brought me back into focus. The gun went off and my wrists were free. The gun went off against and my feet were free...except my timing was off.

  "Shit!" I growled, hearing Evie's boxcar burst open. I tucked the gun within my tattered clothes, and opened the door on the other end of the boxcar, throwing myself onto the rocks. I'm having some serious deja vu here.

  "Aussie!" Jacob bellowed.

  I rolled to my feet and took off down the track ignoring the feeling of small pebbles digging into my skin from my landing. The train was over a stone bridge on its way to the station up ahead. I ran to the edge of the bridge and swung myself over the ledge, finding the smallest purchase within the cracks of the bricks along the wall.

  The sound of a zip line was evident and I knew Jacob was waiting for me down below. I dropped the remaining ten feet, regaining my balance. I saw Jacob pointing his spare pistol at me. He cocked the hammer back and pulled the trigger. I ducked and the bullet whizzed past me. A nearby horse drawn carriage whinnied and galloped off with the driver shouting in surprise.

  Using this as a distraction, I ran off, navigating my way towards the Thames. Jacob easily caught up with me.

  "Surrender now, Aussie."

  "Don't call me that!" I snarled and dove to the side just before getting run over by a carriage. Jacob lost sight of me on the other side of the carriage and I escaped into an alleyway.