Assassin's Creed Syndicate: My Revolution

(6) Robes and Snakes

A/N- Hey! What's going on guys? Just wanted to let you know I've had some low self-esteem issues with this story, so I'm going to some what slow down some of the edits and what not. I just feel terrible about this story, I don't know why. I will be uploading as much as I can, but probably not as fast as it probably could be. Thank you to Jxcob_Frye for being such a great support for me! She the most amazing person I know and she is actually giving me strength to keep writing. Love you, Chloe <3 Anyways, let's dive into this chapter.

I sat alone at a small oak table as a wrote something down on a piece of paper. My father was walking around, looking for his pistol as my step mother was reading the daily newspaper.

"Sarah?" I said as I turned around to look at her.

"Yes, Alesa?" She questioned, her blue eyes peering up from the paper.

"Where's father going?"

My father made a noise as he found the pistol, putting it into his holster.

Sarah looked a little concerned, but her motherly eyes still held as she let a smile form, "He's going to go meet with someone to talk about your training."

I stayed silent for a moment, my father was dressed in a black Assassin's robe and he looked at me, "Don't worry Alesa. I promise. I'll be back soon."

I nodded my head and went back to writing on a paper, but once I turned around again, I realized I wasn't a young child anymore, I was the age I was now. 20.

It was the same oak desk that I was writing on earlier, but it seemed a lot larger, and I could hear the clicking of a trains tires rolling on a track.

When I stood from the desk, Jacob came out of no where and there was blood on his left arm and some on his chest.

I ran toward him, "Jacob!"

"I'm alright, Alesa." He smiled.

I didn't know what was happening, because as soon as he said that, he faded away as if he were never there.

Waking, I sat up in my bed and looked around the room I was in.

Armour. Bed. Window. I was naming things in my head to reassure I was back in the real world.

When I stood up, my legs were some what shaky, but I let the feeling wear away as I opened the giant wooden door and made my way down the stairs in my nightgown.

Aleck was already up.

Like normal, he was already trying to put pieces together and the stairs creaked as I went down. He looked up and smiled, "Good morning, Alesa."

"Good morning, Aleck."

"And what time did you get home?" He questioned with a very cocky tone.