The Rook and the Raven (Jacob Frye x Male OC)

Part 6

Dorian leant against the carriage, one arm folded across his chest with the other holding a cigarette to his lips. Inside, Jacob was talking to a man about the gang war about to take place. Ahead of him, rooks and blighters jeered at each other from across the street, waiting for their leaders. The carriage shifted and the door opened as Jacob climbed out.
"Cletus Strain's known for using smoke bombs." He turned to face Dorian. "Will make it difficult for us to see the enemy. Get Oliver to strike when we can't see." He took the cigarette from Dorians mouth, taking a long drag from it before flicking it away into the gutter. Dorian pushed himself off the carriage and followed in Jacobs shadow as he lead his rooks into battle, Oliver croaking a battle cry, and taking to the sky.
"Down with the blighters!!"
Dorian unsheathed his hidden blades and pushed them into two blighters who came in either side of him. Jacob next to him swung his kukri down into another's shoulder and kicking him in the gut to remove the Blighter off his blade. It wasn't too long until the first wave of blighters were down, the red coats bleeding onto the cobblestones. Over a barrier, stood Cletus Strain, humming a nursery rhyme merrily to himself. As the next wave of blighters prepared to run in, Strain climbed over the barrier to join them.
"Here we go round the mulberry bush...So early in the morning..." He trailed off, throwing down the first smoke bomb. The rooks jumped back as Jacobs voice rang out.
"Stay away from the smoke lads!"
As the smoke was clearing, the blighters came charging out, weapons raised and gunshots ringing. The rooks braced themselves and Jacob bee-lined for Strain. Dorian spun on his heel to a Blighter coming up behind him, and he raised his arm to block the incoming knife. He feigned struggling to hold the blighters knife back, a sadistic smile creeping on the red coats face as he looked Dorian in the eyes.
"It's all over for you, scarface," he taunted, coming closer, Dorian could smell the bitter on his breath.
"Not quite." Dorian jerked his free hand, and rammed it into the blighters mouth, blade slicing through his tongue and smashing through the back of his skull. He quickly pushed the body away just as Jacob and the rooks jumped back with the threat of another smoke bomb, Strain cackling as his men crawled back to him under the smoke.
"Dorian, now!" Jacob commanded. Dorian whistled loudly and the raven from above swooped down into the fog. The cackling and nursery rhymes turned to swearing and shouting, and it was clear Oliver had found the target. He flew out again and resumed circling as the smoke cleared. Strain emerged, his bald head glistening with fresh blood, that dripped over his eye. Again, Strain and Jacob fought again whilst Dorian took on a Blighter Brute.
"Smoke bombs!" Called Jacob, jumping away from Strain. Dorian kicked the brute he was dealing with away and joined Jacob, whistling again for Oliver to strike. Again, the bird dove down and got Strains eye that didn't have blood dripping in it, essentially blinding him. But what the rooks and assassins had failed to notice that instead of gracefully gliding out of the smoke, a ball of black feathers was launched from the side, slamming into a wall. Strain staggered blindly for a moment, the blighters hadn't noticed in the smoke that their leader had been blinded, and begun to back away now they realised, knowing now the fight had been lost. Jacob ran forward, making the last move and striking Strain down. The rooks started cheering loudly, as Jacob climbed on top of a nearby carriage to address the crowd.
"Ladies and Gentleman! I am Jacob Frye! And as of this moment, you all work for me!"
Dorian cheered alongside the rooks and helped in handing out the green blazers to the former blighters. Jacob climbed down the side of the carriage, where he was greeted by a distressed, young female rook.
"Sir! You gotta come quick!" She grabbed his sleeve and yanked him over to a wall where a few other rooks were surrounding something on the ground. Jacob frowned and pushed his way through the crowd, and when he saw it he stomach dropped. On the ground in a crumpled mess, lay Oliver, his wing broken backwards and possibly a leg gone too. He knelt down quickly and silently thanked every god known to man that the bird was still breathing. As gently as he could, he scooped the bird up into his arms, who turned his head so his still, bright as ever eyes, could see him.
"F-rye." He croaked out, best he could. "Ja-cob F-rye."
Jacob couldn't help but smile down at the bird. "Yes that's me."
"Ja-cob F-rye." Oliver repeated more happily.
Jacob hurried over to where Dorian had just finished with the last new recruit. He turned to Jacob as he approached giving him a smile, but as soon as he saw his familiar it dropped.
"Oh fucking hell." He shoved people out the way to get closer and took Oliver from Jacobs arms. "What happened?"
"One of my rooks found him by the wall over there." Jacob replied, following Dorian as he hurried to a carriage.
"Jacob where's the train at this time?" He demanded as he shifted an arm free to open the door.
"Waterloo, it's alright fella I'll drive." Jacob pushed the driver out the way and climbed into the drivers seat, taking the reins and cracking them down hard, sending the horses charging down the street, knocking over lampposts and scraping hard against other carriages. In the back of the carriage, Dorian was braced as best he could against Jacobs driving, wishing he just left the previous man to do his job. Albeit the driver would have been slower, there would have been less risk of someone else getting injured in the back of this carriage.
"It's okay mate, I'll sort that wing out for you soon." He cooed to Oliver, who gave him his famous 'hello' in return
The carriage suddenly stopped and the door next to him flew open.
"Thank you for traveling with Frye Carriages, please come again!"
Dorian rolled his eyes at him as they rushed through the station crowds, jumping barriers to get to their train faster. Once on board, Dorian cleared a table in one quick sweep of his arm to lay the bird down and inspect further, as Jacob ran off to find his sister, who had actual medical supplies and not just a bottle of whiskey and a towel under a sofa.
"What's happened?" Asked Evie, slamming a box of various medical equipment down next to Dorian, fishing through to find the right tool for the job.
"Broken wing. Jacob, pass me some fresh water and a cloth- a clean one Jacob!"
He shifted Oliver onto his back and gently spread his wing out, checking immediately for any signs of bleeding. He took the wet cloth from Jacob and began wiping the dirt and blood away, leaving his injured wing clean.
"Evie, I need help with this, if I hold the wing in its natural position, can you wrap it so it holds in place?" Dorian asked the more responsible twin. Jacob sat back and watched as they worked, noticing that Oliver was unusually calm and quiet for an injured animal. When they were finished, Oliver resumed lying on his back on the table, legs stuck in the air.
"I think one of his legs were broken too." Jacob pointed out. Dorian raised an eyebrow and felt the animals legs with his fingertips. Oliver rolled over his good wing and stood up, hopping around like nothing had happened.
"Nah, he was just being dramatic. He likes to do that sort of thing, make out it's worse than what it is." Dorian smiled as Oliver began picking things from Evie's medical box and throwing them.
"He was strangely relaxed about the whole thing you know, is he just calm to be near you Dorian? Or was that injury not as bad to him?" Evie asked, snatching away a needle before Oliver could throw it and packing away the box.
"No, that injury was painful, but it's not the first time he's been through all this, he knows the drill and how to make it easier for everyone. I will have to take him away to Kent for a few days, get him some proper treatment." Dorian said, leaning against the table they had just been working at, reaching behind him and running his fingers over the feathers of his companion. Jacob was about to ask what happened before, but his sisters glare from across the carriage stopped him.