A/N- Will I be adding Jack The Ripper?
Maybe.
Will I be adding the new DLC The Last Maharaja?
Maybe.
Yall have to be patient with me now.
Now... can we continue?
---Leaving Alecks' place that day was the hardest for me.
My heart was aching and my head was pounding. I felt entirely numb, there was no doubt about it.
I cried for hours that day, getting to the train and trying to hide my face from my sister and Henry.
They've never really seen me cry before, but Evie knew something was up as she walked over and sat down next to me, "Jacob?"
"Evie. Get the hell away from me."
She stood back up and some what backed away from me, "If it's because of that, Stirling girl, I told you your relationship with her wouldn't last."
My heart was beating fast as I looked at her, my dried tear stains were white upon my checks and my face was bright red from how flustered I had become, "Evie. You don't-- don't know what I did."
Henry suddenly walked in through the trains doors and looked at me, "Jacob. What did you do to Miss Stirling? I just went to go see her and she's in her room crying and screaming."
I didn't want to think of her. It pained me enough to have to have see her cry in front of me. I know it hadn't been long since I'd known her, but to me, it felt like I knew her for ages, "I screwed up, Henry." I stood up and looked at both my sister and Henry, "I didn't mean to do what I did, it just happened and I don't know if I can forgive myself for doing such a thing to her."
Both of them looked at me confused, "It was you?" Evie asked.
Hesitating to answer, I walked toward the train cart door and opened it, "Yes. It was."
Leaping off, I landed on the metal tracks with a loud thump and had almost lost my footing, attempting to balance myself out.
I walked the quiet and lonely streets of London. The sound of my footsteps clicked along throughout the alley I was walking through and I ended up at the Devil's Acre.
Devil's Acre was a very nutorius slum and was also a some what run down borough. Everything here was trashed and broken, nothing was new besides the people who walked through it in their posh gowns and there pressed suits.
The tavern I was at that night was here, I walked through the crowds of some people as some Blighter's gave me evil stares and I kept my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with them.
When I walked into the bar, everyone welcomed me and smiled, "Jacob!"
"Jacob, you've returned!"
"Mr. Frye! The man of legends!"
And someone who I wished wasn't there was, "Jacob?" The girl asked, making her way through the crowds.
"Kassandra." I glared at her, not wanting to speak.
Kassandra was the girl who made me end my relationship with Alesa. She wasn't very good looking, flat chested, flat backed, brown hair that was always up, never down, and green eyes.
She had a tattoo of a dove on the back of her neck and another one on her lower back of some sort of art design
Today, instead of her light green, poofy mess she was wearing the day I had met her, she was wearing a light blue maids gown with black heels and her hair into a bun like her tradition had gone.
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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...