Assassin's Creed Imagines, Preferences, Theories etc.

Imagine #3 Jacob

Hello lovelies! I know it's been quite a while but school consumes all of my energy :( It looks as if everyone hates students in here...

Anyway this Jacob imagine goes to Intergalactica_ for her request! Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

Requests are still open ;)

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His voice came out like a growl, making the hairs on your neck go up.

You turned your face from the window, which you've been watching the two policemen interrogate the carriage driver from, and looked at him, terrified by the aggressive - no, outraged, tone in his voice. "S-sir?"

His eyes burned like a thousand flames into yours as he approached you only stopping a few inches away from you. He held a few pieces of paper in front of your face. "I know everything. EVERYTHING!" You had never seen him so furious before. It was the first time you were afraid of your master.

You looked at the papers almost shoved into your face, only to realize it was your correspondence with that young man, Adam Sickert. Had he been looking through your personal belongings? Why? Your lower lip started trembling, while his flaming eyes stared at you, burning their way into your soul.

"I don't... understand... sir"

He let out a grunt at your ignorance. "Do you really believe I am such an idiot? You sold us to that bloody bastard!"

Your lack of valuable information seemed to outrage him even more. He fiercely grasped your shoulders and shook you like a madman, frightening you even more.

Fear was running in your veins, but he did not deem to care about your emotions. He looked like a maniac, his hair unkempt and pointing in every direction, his eyes shrunken into his skull. It looked as if he had aged twenty years overnight and that his sanity had been taken from him.  Downstairs you could hear little Charles crying, probably startled by his father's screaming.

"S...sir, your s...son..."

"Oh, so now you actually care about my son!" His voice became an angry and threatening whisper. "If the plan of that bastard friend of yours had worked, my son and my wife would now be at the bottom of the Thames..."

"Sir, I- we..." Tears had already started to form in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out. 

"My family would be on a mortuary table" He let go of your shoulders to point at your throat. "...and you... you would..."

"Jacob, that's enough!" 

You looked up from your master's burning eyes and your glaze met that of his wife. Katherine looked back at you with a pained expression on her features. She seemed tired after the last day's events, a tiredness no amount of sleep could cure, the type that eats your insides and makes you change into a shadow of your former self.

"Jacob, please... that's enough... You are scaring her..."

Jacob probably ignored her request and waved the papers he was still holding in front of her.

"She was the one behind the attack, Katherine... She told them everything... Even when we would be out. They could have caught us off guard anytime..." His voice came out hoarse, unwelcome, making a cold shiver run down your body. He handed Catherine the letters.

"I did no such thing!" you cried out, the tears finally leaving your eyes to run down your cheeks. "Adam just wanted to..."

"You can't really be that of an idiot..." commented he, his nose wrinkled as if you were disgusting him.