Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter One: Mindset (prologue)

A/N: hello everyone I have never even attempted to write a fanfiction before (other than the Lorax one I attempted years ago but we wont talk about that) but, I have big plans (I just hope homework doesn't consume to much of my time). I have an artsy mind but I don't write much I'm more of an illustrator really. So please, feedback would be fabulous.

Ok, so my OC's name is Reader (if you take a peek at my library you'll understand my inspiration for that name) so for personal satisfaction I'll write "Reader" instead of "Y/N".  Feel free to put your OC or your self in the context (I do that all the time, but my OC's name makes it flow a bit smoother). The art I put for the story will just be my doodles of Read and or Jacob.  Anyway lets give this fanfiction thing a shot...

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You are an American assassin; now that the civil war is done over, missions for the creed in America are becoming increasingly scarce and boring.  Your name is Reader V. Longevity, a real prodigy amongst your fellow creed peers. You've trained in the ways of the creed because you witnessed the brutality of the civil war in 1860. You are now 20, but scarred at 12 by the war. Now that you have been trained, you're eager to go make a real difference. 

            You've been sent out on a mission to eliminate one of the few remaining Templar confederates in the area.  Your target is located in the nice part of Boston. Grand beautiful homes stand in rows along the dimly lit street.  You need to keep this as quiet as you can to ensure attention is not brought to your intentions. With this in mind traveling across rooftops appears as the best option.  But traveling on rooftops also gave you the opportunity to admire the moonlight that was being cast over yourself and your surroundings. You adored the way it made your white and gold assassin robes seem to glow.

Still traveling over the rooftops, you get to a high point and stop looking out at the ships in the distance.  The view if the dock was so clear from there. Taking in the sight of the ships. The white sails bounce the moonlight back to you, calling you like a beacon to a conduit out of America.  You want to leave Boston, and America, you've heard about all the terrible things happening in London. And want nothing more than to go and be apart of the action.

You were perched on the roof of your targets residence.  Crouching down in a shadow of a chimney, you activated your eagle sense to pin down exactly where your target was hiding in the building.  As you locked down on the infamous Daniel Richmond you compare ways in and the surrounding guard's locations. You then notice a window on the top floor where you target was.  Waiting until all the guards left the room, you sneak in through the top floor window; your target stands looking out the window across the room from you. Soundlessly moving across the room to meet your target, you quickly appear behind him roughly placing you hand over his mouth while your other hand swiftly drags your hidden blade across Daniel's throat. You lay his still body down only to be met with the attention of the guards that had left the room just before you entered. This was the exact opposite of what you wanted, causing you to roll your eyes. Gladly none had fled and all three guards ran towards you. You quickly ran straight for the three armed men, throwing their guards off. You ran right passed them as their faces contorted into confused expressions. You quick shut and locked the door to keep them where they couldn't spread the word of your arrival. Hastily turning around you throw a throwing knife at one of the men hitting his leg causing another to turn his attention to the first wounded man.  You ran towards both preoccupied guards and performed a double assassination by slicing ones throat on in the same smooth moment you sent your blade through the other's throat.  After releasing the victims from your blade you took only a moment to clean the blood off of the blade. Your attention was now back on the remaining enemy. As he charged you, you swiftly reached for a smoke bomb but when you felt the empty space where you kept your smoke bombs you slightly panic, sent in a minor state of shock you were distracted and allowed your attacker to send a punch into your jaw.  Out of reflex you punch back, throwing off his balance. Lunging forward, you use his brief daze as an opportunity to finish the last of the brutes with your hidden blade. Holding your now probably bruised jaw you spit at the corpse, "well it would have been a waste of a smoke bomb anyway".