Assassin's creed one-shots

Jacob Frye

before you begin, i just want to say that i am aware of jacob's motives throughout his early life, but this takes place after he's realized that his father was right all along

also, i have so many ideas that fit with jacob and. . . no other assassin lol it's sad

also, i'm sorry. you'll see why. enjoy </3

Strangers with memories

Even from a fair distance, Jacob can hear the sound of powerful, yet refined orchestra as he nears the building where the ball is held. Or better yet, the masquerade. He finds his mask quickly, everything going just as he visioned it previously. A black coat adorns his shoulders, a white rose in hand, his hair is slicked back, without the signature top-hat and as he puts the silvery mask on his face, he makes his way through the entrance and into the ballroom.

Once there, he is met with an array of colorful attire. People waltz their evening away in pure bliss, even though events such as these were always a place of sin, in one form of another. This evening would be no different.

Carefully, Jacob creeps around the ballroom, looking for his target. Soon enough, a circle of people catches his eye and immediately, he knows where to head next. Moving through the crowd with ease, Jacob's way is finally blocked by a group of men, bachelors, he assumes. Pushing them aside so he can get a better view of what their attention is turned to, he sees his target. He would never mistake her, even behind a mask. A regal, red, off-shoulder dress hugs her upper body with elegance. Below is a bell-shaped skirt, ends adorned with golden ribbons. A mask on her face is made of gold, instead of silver, symbolizing the high status.

In her gloved hand is a glass, almost empty of vine. She laughs while one of the gentlemen kisses her hand while still denying his services. ''I belong to another, sir.''

Jacob's heart sinks as he watches from so little distance away and he doesn't waste anymore time. He appears behind her and just like that, asks her for a dance with little hope that she agrees due to the evident dizziness in her eyes. ''I can get you out of this crowd, if you'd allow me,'' Jacob whispers in her ear in a hush tone, different than his own voice. Lightheaded and uncomfortable, she takes Jacob's hand and as he leads her to the center of the dance floor, he can't bear to look away. None of this was a part of his original plan. But one more moment with her is all that he needs.

The glass from her hands is gone as it falls on his shoulder and they start dancing without exchanging a single word. Jacob begins to wonder how she hasn't recognize him yet, even a little hurt. But at the same time, he sees that she's intoxicated with the drink and cannot think straight. Even so, she dances with grace, never once slipping in her uncomfortable shoes. Taught under a strict mother, steps are etched into her mind. Jacob's hand is placed on her waist, a perfect opportunity presented to him and yet, he can't.

Once their waltz is over, she pulls away from Jacob and bows, thanking him. ''Let us go outside, love. You don't look too good,'' Jacob suggests and soon enough, they are out in the palace garden, ironically enough, surrounded by white roses.

''[name],'' Jacob finally addresses her as they sit on a bench outside the palace in the light of a lonely lantern above their heads.

But said lady smiles, putting a finger over her lips in a silencing manner. ''No, sir. We're all strangers tonight.''

Again, Jacob can feel his heart sink in defeat as he looks down at his wrist. He can't bring himself to unsheathe his blade. ''No, [name]. I need you to listen. It's. . .'' Finally, he raises his hand to his face and takes off his mask. The female beside him gasps his name and covers her mouth. ''What are you doing here?''

Jacob's eyebrows narrow before he answers, eyes avoiding her own. ''Business.''

''Then why are you spending your time with me? You could be caught at any moment!'' Oblivious and worried, she stands up and ushers him to get up as well. Suddenly, a smile appears on her face. ''For a moment, I thought you just couldn't wait to see me.''

''I can't.'' Jacob takes a deep breath as he stands up and offers his hand. ''That's why I wanted to ask you for one more dance before the business is. . . carried out.''

Gladly taking Jacobs hand, [name] brings herself close to him and in silence they dance. Another perfect opportunity arises. Nobody is looking, dim light, a hand on her waist once more, her death closer than ever and yet, Jacob hesitates. Instead, he stops and raises her chin up with that same hand. Relaxed in his arms, [name] follows his hand.

Jacob can taste traces on champagne on her lips and as they part once more, [name] notices an unknown guilt in his eyes. ''What's the matter?'' she asks, gripping his hand.

''I'm so sorry.''

Those are the only words she heart before a bolt of pain runs through her and just like that, she begins to tumble down before she's caught and scooped up into Jacob's arms. In her final moments, she can still see Jacob and he's crying. He sits her on a bench and crouches beside her, her hand growing cold in his.

''I'm so, so sorry.'' He repeats time and time again.

''So. . .'' [name] manages to utter as she looks up at the crescent moon and closes her eyes. ''So this is how it has to be.'' It truly was the only way. Eliminating [name] was the only way of getting to Starrick, even though she was not directly involved. 

White rose turns red quick.

''If only I had known who you were before. . .''

''No,'' [name] chokes on the blood that fills her mouth, along with the awful metallic flavor. ''Then our paths wouldn't have crossed as they did.''

''[name].''

''It's okay, Jacob.''

''[name].'' But she isn't answering. ''Talk to me.'' Slowly, he begins to regret what he's done, his mind searching for an alternate path even as it's too late. ''Love, please.''

''Just open your eyes. Please.''