Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Puzzle Pieces, 18

Y/n sighed solemnly, walking out of the pub. She felt bad about her choice with Jacob, she did like him...but she was scared to hurt him. "Now is your chance! Go and kill him while he's vulnerable!" The Wolf inside her said, tempting Y/n to go inside and kill Jacob. "No! Ignore her! You must keep your code!" Her logical side protested. "Shutup...both of you!" Y/n shrieked into the silence of the night. A policeman rushed to her, concerned. "Are you alright miss?" He asked, she stared at him for a moment. Calculating how she would respond in a way she wouldn't sound absolutely insane. "U-uh....." Y/n said, struggling to find the right words. "Miss?" He asked again. "I...don't remember...uh...are...uhm...bye." Y/n said (logically) and sped off, away from the policeman. He stood there, dumbfounded by her actions. Y/n kept running, head low, boots blurring across the streets of Whitechapel. She ran until her legs would carry her no more. "I'd better...(gasping)...find a place......to...rest.." Y/n said between breaths. She sat on a bench, seeing Evie walk past. She sat on the bench next to Y/n, not recognizing her. "Are you alright, miss?" She asked curiously. "U-uh...yes...I'm fine, thank you." Y/n responded, her voice raspy from running. Evie looked around, before grabbing Y/n by the arm and dragging her into an alleyway. "Listen...have you seen a woman named Y/n L/n?" Evie asked, pinning Y/n to the wall. (Y/n's current appearance: Hair down, black and f/c with gold highlighting the edges of her coat, black pants and boots, her mouth and nose are concealed by a scarf/bandana.)
Y/n froze, she didn't know how to answer. Here we are again. Y/n thought, she cleared her throat, and, in her best Irish accent, responded. "Lass I'm sorry but I don't quite know who you're talkin 'bout. Sorry." She hoped it was foolproof, but Evie paused for a moment. She studied Y/n's eyes in the shadows of her hood. "Are you sure? She is also known as the Wolf?" Y/n yet again froze. Responding in her Irish accent. "I'm positive. Some poor woman must be scared half to death by you and your brother huntin her." Evie held her harder to the wall. "Y/n, stop lying. I can tell it's you, you used to practice your Irish accent." Evie concluded. "I'm not here to try to fight you. Where is Jacob?" Y/m shrugged. "Somewhere you haven't searched." She smirked as Evie sighed. "Where is he?" She asked again. "Like I said, somewhere you haven't searched. It's obvious." Evie sighed, letting go of Y/n, only to punch her in the gut and hold her arm in an arm lock. Wheezing, Y/n gasped for breath as it was forced out of her. "E-vie...why would....you.." Y/n started, then Evie pushed her towards the Train. "We're going for a little ride." Evie said, shoving Y/n into the train. "Sit." Y/n sat down at the table at Evie's command. Showing no emotions, but obviously nervous and scared, Y/n began to fidget with the cuff of her sleeve. Evie walked back over, slamming her hands onto the table, startling Y/n. "So tell me, Y/n. Where is he?" Evie demanded,  staring directly into Y/n's eyes. "I-I....why would you want to know?" Y/n suddenly switched mentalities. Her eyes changed from normal and fearful, to hardened and calm. "Y/n, please don't make this hard. Where is he?!" Evie began to lose her temper. "Answer me, Y/n." Y/n's demeanor changed completely from relaxed to tense and aggressive. "Shutup...all of you..." Y/n whispered as different thoughts began to cloud her mind. "SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!" She shrieked, holding her head in her hands as she tried to focus on the task at hand. "Y/n...?" Evie said, quietly. "Just leave me alone.....STOP HAUNTING ME ALREADY!" Y/n said, again shrieking, tears streaming down her cheeks. Evie was confused by this and decided to sit down. Y/n remained yelling at herself and mumbling things. "Stop haunting me...stop haunting me....please...just...stop...I'm sorry....all of you.....IM SORRY OKAY....I. AM. SORRY." Y/n kept mumbling and yelling, Evie didn't know what to do at this point. Henry walked in, hearing Y/n. "Is something wrong?" He asked Evie, she nodded. "She started ranting on about this..." Evie said, watching Y/n scream at herself. Henry put a hand on Y/n's shoulder, trying to break her out of her trance. "Miss L/n?" He asked gently. "I can't take it...." Y/n said, Henry glanced at Evie, who just watched the whole thing unfold. "Please.....I'm sorry...." Y/n cried out.  Y/n kept seeing Samuel's death, his mangled body laying on the floor of the old abandoned home. His kind eyes when he would smile, his sweet laughter....Y/n had basically adopted him as a younger brother, a son even.After his death, her transformation into this....thing...she has become...had begun. After his death, the asylum, her mishaps with everyone else...the faces of her dead comrades and foes still haunted her. She heard their screams...the warmth fo the blood on her hands...the simple word she would utter before slaying another prey. 'Sayonara'.

Please! Somebody.....help...I can't take it anymore! The screams of the dead...they all sound the same....the blood on my hands is far beyond dry...how would I simply wash it off? I have killed many...for what cause....? WHAT HAVE I BECOME?

Y/n sprung out her blade, engraving a few words on the wooden table. Evie and Henry watched. The words were: HELP ME, THE SCREAMS, SAMUEL

She finished engraving the words, and then muttered something loud enough for them to hear. "The screams all sound the same...every mournful yell as they take their dying breaths....the splash of blood hitting cobblestones..the satisfactory feeling of a blade piercing through flesh and bone." Y/n took a blade and aimed it towards her chest. She shoved it towards her chest....