Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Bloodlust

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Jacob grabbed my arm urgently just as I hacked whom I wished was the last Blighter. "Aus, no time."

  "Fuck off," I shook off his arm and reached for my pistol to blow off the head of an incoming Blighter.

  Jacob threw me back, firing his pistol at the Blighter who then dropped dead. I stumbled from Jacob's force and my back fell against a covered cart full of supplies. I was livid. "I told you to fuck off!"

  "You don't have a say in these matters," Jacob growled. "Help me with this." He pointed to a pile of explosives. My mind made the link.

  "Okay, and the ongoing Templar attack right now?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh! You know, we should just ignore the fact that they're trying to kill us and just stroll about with these--," I shot a Blighter who got too close, reloading my gun immediately after, ignoring the flecks of blood splattering my face from the unknown location of the wound, "--explosives with intent to cripple the bloody Templars!"

  "You seem to be doing a fine job at multi-tasking, eh?" Jacob was angry, I could hear it in his voice. "Arguing and shooting Blighters your specialty nowadays?"

  I bent over to pick up a crate. Jacob's gun went off above my head and another Blighter fell. I stood up with the load in my arms. "You should be watching your m-mouth! No wonder you're never laid! You're so stupid, even the c-cheapest b-b-brothel wouldn't sleep with you!" I placed the explosives near the cart.

  "Blaming your sexual frustrations on me isn't getting you anywhere, Aus." Jacob picked up another crate of explosives nearby.

  "Oh p-please! My sexual frustrations are d-delt in other ways!" I grunted as my blades found their way into the guts of a few unfortunate Blighters.

  I flicked my wrists, my blood-drenched hands splashing drops of thick blood all over Jacob just as he set his crate down. "Oh, I forgot!" He furiously wiped the blood from his garments and skin. "I'm talking to the woman who bathes in the blood of her victims, literally! Say it with me: D-I-S-E-A-S-E!"

  Keep it together,  I thought to myself.

  "It knows how to sp-sp-spell-l!" I walked away from him furiously, making my way out into the busy street outside of the storage yard. Jacob was at my heels. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I ducked under his arm, unholstering my gun strapped to my thigh. I aimed past Jacob and past the remaining handful of Blighters and fired. A short moment later, the Miss Attaway's competitor's omnibus was up in flames. The Blighters didn't stand a chance as they were consumed by the wall of fire.

  Just as Jacob pulled my arm, turning me away from the fiery scene, I had holstered my gun . My hand came around just as I faced him. A satisfying slap was heard and a red mark appeared on Jacob's cheek. Miss Attaway came up next to us just as I wrenched my arm away from Jacob's grip.

  "Aus, what's the matter with you?!"

  What the hell was the matter with me? I gave him a backward glance, and without an answer, I left.

~+~ 

"Good evening, Aus," Henry greeted over the sound of the train whistle.

  "I hate m-men!" I shouted, slamming the door behind me into the lounge car. Henry was seated in a comfortable chair. Across from him was Evie who looked up from her newspaper.

  "Would you prefer women?" Evie asked with a grin.

  "I b-bet they would be a whole lot better than your d-dumbass brother, that's for sure." I leaned on the table next to them.