Assassin's Creed Syndicate: My Revolution

(25) You'll be Safe Now

A/N- This chapter is dedicated to Christina Grimmie. She got shot and killed two days ago after her concert and the gunman had killed himself. Rest in peace Christina. You are in a better place now and out of this hell in which the world has brought to you. I love you dearly.

Fly high, baby girl.

Fly high.

(Reminder. Don't play song until ordered too to keep a good illusion! If the song isnt popping up, it is In My Veins by Andrew Belle )

Racing up to the Asylum steps, I felt a very heavy presence of something not right. The wind began to howl and the trees rustled with every gust that came through.

I opened the big, heavy metal door that was surprisingly not locked and walked in.

For a fact, I knew this was a setup. There was no way in hell that the door would've been open just like that for just anyone to walk in.

Something wanted me here.

More likely, someone...

My echoing footsteps clicked through the long corridor as I came to another hallway, where I could've chosen to go right or left.

I chose to go right.

As I started to crouch slightly, I  listened closely for anyone or anything to make the slightest of noise, but for some reason, the Asylum was also oddly empty. I didn't understand why.

All I could hear was rustling leaves and the sounds of each breath I took. The pounding of my heart made me positive that I wasn't dreaming any of this.

I ran around from side to side of each hallway, entering random rooms at my own will and random openings I could find. Nothing that i found would lead me to where Jack could be.

"Help me, Arno." I whispered as quietly as I could to myself.

Basement...

"In the basement?" I whispered once more.

Searching around and scrambling up and down the hallways once more, this time I was paying attention to my surroundings and finding out that bodies were scattered throughout the place.

Jack couldn't have killed all of these people.

Evie had already beat me to the prize.

My heart frantically raced as I zipped to the door that I assumed to be the lead way down and when I opened it, I could hear loud grunts and it sounded as if she were struggling.

"Evie!" I yelled running quickly down the stairs. Looking at her, she was pinned to the wall, her eyes were big as she kicked what I assumed to be Jack off of her.

He was at least 6'0 high and towered over Evie, who was only 5'7. He had a bag over his head that covered up his true identity and a long leather jacket on that was dusty, ripped, and worn.

Jack quickly whirled around at the sound of my voice and faced me. A low and wicked laugh was muffled under the bag, "I told Jacob you'd come."

A very strong English accent held to him as he came flying toward me, a knife in hand and Evie came flying toward me as well as she tackled me down before Jack could swing.