"Evie? Are you alright?" Henry asked as Evie paced back and fourth inside the train.
"I don't like the thought of my brother with Alesa."
"Your brother certainly is falling in love with her, Evie. You're going to have to except that."
She turned and looked at Henry in the eyes, "You think I don't realize that? He's a little more then just falling in love with her, Henry."
"What's so wrong with your brother being in love?"
"I have a bad feeling about Alesa."
Henry's face held a confused emotion as he put his hands on his hips and walked toward Evie, "Evie. She's not going to hurt your broth-"
"But what if she does? You can't control that."
"You need to stop worrying about Jacob. You and I both know that he is old enough to take care of himself."
"Yes, I know he is old enough, but the damn idiot knows how to get himself into circumstances that he can't get out of and he-"
"He's your brother. Not your son, Evie."
---"I don't know, you tell me." I said in a rather suggestive tone as my hands slipped to his chest.
"Well, I'm going to take that as a yes, because I know if I go any further, the consequences that will come from it will not be in your favor." He did a low chuckle as he slightly bit his lip.
"Are you sure about that, Mr. Frye." I smiled.
"Oh, completely sure."
The lust inside him was showing. His eyes sort of narrowed and his hands were making their way a little further down, so I decided to end the contact as I stepped away from him a bit as he let go.
"Well. Our time today has been great fun," I turned around, walking slightly away from him, then I turned my head and looked back at him, "but I think it's time that I make a departure."
Jacobs face was dumbfounded. He looked like he had no idea what was happening. The rain kept coming down as he crossed his arms, "Will we meet again?"
"I don't know." I said climbing onto a brick wall, "You'll be the one to judge that."
Once I got to the top of the building, I looked down to see if Jacob was still there, and to my surprise, he had vanished like thin air.
He was no where to be seen.
It was about thirty minutes later and somehow I found myself in Westminster park on the cold and gloomy day it was.
I walked about as the park was oddly still and empty. The rain droplets made soft plopping noises as they hit the face of the pond that sat in the middle of the park.
When I got to the bridge that went over the small pond, I hopped onto the railing and swung my legs over to where they were dangling over the water and I watched as the fountain that was spitting water still sprayed.
I looked down into the water and stared at my reflection, but I felt that it wasn't me who was looking back at myself.
It was someone that I didn't know anymore.
Someone who's life was changed in a span of four weeks.
"Who are you anymore?" I asked myself as I folded my hands together and continued to look down at the blurry reflection.
The cold rain trickled down my back as I started to close my eyes, trying to escape the stress that was piled onto my shoulders for just a single moment.
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Assassin's Creed Syndicate: My Revolution
Fanfiction#1 in Assassins Creed Syndicate- Alesa Stirling is a twenty year old Assassin and is known for being one of France's youngest Master Assassin's along side Alesa's grandfather, Arno Dorian. With such a title, there comes a small price as Alesa's fath...