Antidote - Assassin's Creed: Syndicate (Jacob Frye)

Antidote: Ch. 8

The sound of the train chugging along the tracks was no longer a bother to Henry Green. He has spent plenty of time here- enough time in fact- for his brain to be able to tune out the sound. But now, as he sat in an arm chair, legs apart, fingers clasped between his knees, elbows on his thighs, the sound of the train's steam engine was the only thing that registered in his brain.

"Henry?"

He looked up, and his eyes immediately softened at the sight of his fiance. Her stony face pulled at his heartstrings. "Evie, I can-" he started, the explanation on the edge of his tongue.

"Don't bother. I read the letter."

Henry rose and the two assassins stood face to face. "Since when do we keep secrets from each other?" Evie asked, folding her hands into Henry's. "I'm not angry, I just don't understand why you wouldn't let me know you were writing to the Indian Brotherhood."

A wave of silence washed over both of them as Evie waited for an answer.

Henry finally gave her a meek smile. "I was considering moving to India."

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The caller wasn't alone in his surprise as he raised his eyebrow. Despite the immediate surprise of seeing this mysterious woman again, Jacob smirked.

"You help out a man once, and now you can't leave him alone, eh? I didn't realize I was that charming. My sister should compliment me more." He flashed the woman a grin as she rolled up her sleeves and the two started circling each other.

The woman merely glared in reply, but she remained silent. Dismayed at the lack of a witty comeback, Jacob tried to rile her up.

"You know, if I were in your position, and I just stole an innocent civilian's wallet, I wouldn't be so bitter."

The woman stretched her neck.

"Not so verbal today? That's alright, there are no words needed for when I keep that bag of coins that you so desperately need."

Her mouth flattened into a thin line.

"Alright!" The caller announced. "It's time we began. No weapons. Pure knuckles and bone. Here we have Mr. Jacob Frye, against, uh, why don't you introduce yours-"

With a startling cry, the girl rushed forward, and tackled Jacob to the ground, who was not prepared for the weight of another human to be flung onto him.

"Good lord!" The caller jumped out of the way.

The girl's grey eyes met Jacob's before she landed a punch square in the side of his face. Jacob felt a rush of hot embarrassment course through him, but he managed to get an arm underneath the girl's abdomen, and flipped her onto her back with a triumphant cry. She landed with a thud, and her eye's widened in fury as her lips curled up into a snarl. She sprung forward, just in time as Jacob leapt backwards, both of them landing on their feet, their stances equal. The crowd held its breath. It was seemingly impossible to predict the victor at this moment.

Timing it as quick as possible, Jacob threw a fist at the girl's head, but she foresaw this and ducked. Jacob's fists met air. As she came up, her fists slammed into Jacob's unprotected abdomen twice, and he staggered backwards. She took the opportunity to thrust her elbow and her forearm into the sensitive flesh of his neck, effectively hitting his windpipe. Jacob gasped, and she delivered a blow to his jaw, causing him to crumple to the floor. The woman brought her foot down into the side of his ribs, and he flopped onto his back, gasping like a fish out of water. She rammed the heel of her foot into his head this time. His head spun and he dreaded what he knew was coming up next.