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

Nightmares, 19

Y/n brought the knife towards her chest, Henry grabbed her wrists and took the knife away before she could hurt herself. "Y/n," Henry said, gathering what attention she had. "We could help you, with luck...we could bring you to your sanity." Henry continued, Evie joined in. "Exactly! We could help you...all you have to do, is trust us and don't attack." Y/n thought for a moment, before standing, pushing Henry out of the way. She took up a bottle of whiskey from a shelf, popping off the lid as she turned to face them. "Perhaps you could," Y/n started. "But it would be like piecing together shattered glass. Nearly impossible....time consuming....hard, no doubt." Y/n continued, Evie and Henry were shocked at her sudden change in mood. Suicidal to calm in seconds... Henry thought, obviously confused by the glint in his dark brown eyes. "Evie, we need to talk." Henry decided, walking into another train car, Y/n just took a swig of whiskey, shaking her head from the bite as it stung inside her mouth and throat. "Ello miss," A Rook said as he walked into the train car. "Hello there, rabbit." Y/n muttered 'rabbit', as she took another gulp of the whiskey. The Rook looked at her sideways, before shrugging. "Rough day?" He asked, she shook her head and looked at him lazily. "Nah, just broken apparently. But whiskey helps take aaallll my pain away!" Y/m said, smiling brightly. The Rook was confused. "How does it-" "It's alcohol. Now if you'd kindly leave me be, I might not stab you." She said, chuckling. The Rook squinted slightly in confusion, but Y/n threw a knife at him, he ducked and it imbedded itself into the wall behind him. She threw some more, all missing him and landing in the wall...one broke the window. "Miss I didn't mean to upset you!" The Rook said, fearful of being hurt. "Awuh...don'tcha worry little rabbit. It won't hurt...much." She sprung out her blade and aimed at his forehead, suddenly, the door burst open. Evie stood surprised. "Y/n!" She hollered, Y/n froze, inches away from his head. The man was shaking. Y/n quickly backed away, sheathing the blade in the process, she drank some more, chuckling softly. "Sorry...." She said, Evie looked at her, completely unamused. "Sorry? Do you really think that by saying sorry will suddenly fix everything?" Evie asked angrily. "Yes, actually. It worked when we were kids, why shouldn't it work now?" Evie pinched the bridge of her nose, before dragging Y/n and shoving her into a chair. She took another swig, emptying the bottle. She sighed, placing the bottle onto the table.
"Y/n." Evie began. "Evie" Y/n copied, before standing and stumbling out into another train car. Evie chased after her, watching her flop face-first onto the couch. Evie sighed angrily, sitting down on a chair, deciding how she would start her new project. Y/n laughed when Evie grumbled, Evie then sighed and stood, going to grab a book. Jacob opened the door, slamming in once he got inside, making both Evie and Y/n jump in fright. "I can't believe you'd do that to me, Y/n." Jacob said, a pained look in his eyes. "You betrayed me, Y/n. You betrayed everyone!" Jacob yelled as he went to his own train car, slamming the door so hard, a crack formed upon the side of the threshold. "Jacob...?" Evie said, knocking on the door lightly. A loud thump could be heard as Jacob had thrown a book at the door. Evie flinched, surprisingly. Y/n had fallen asleep, Jacob laid quite upset on his bed. He cussed violently under his breath as he took his top hat and placed it carefully on the coat rack, along with his coat. "I can't believe she'd do such a thing...I trusted her and I thought she changed...no...IT WAS ALL A LIE!" Jacob yelled, sweeping a variety of items off a shelf, he felt so angry....so scared....so....guilty. "If I had just stopped her when we were kids none of this would've happened...but no, I decided to let her run. Only for the outcome of chaos..." Jacob said, laying on his bed and curled into a ball.

Y/n rolled over, falling off the couch. She accidentally woke herself up, she stood and straightened her coat and hood, before walking out the train car door, landing (again) face-first onto the mud below. She groaned and stood to a kneeling position, rubbing mud out of her eyes. She stood completely and started to walk to a pub. Once she arrived, she sat down and passed out, arms sprawled out on the table. A Rook had placed a spare blanket over her, and a glass of water on the table as well, before walked out.

Henry continued to read a book, not noticing that Y/n had left. He flipped through the pages, bored. Evie was sitting in a chair, crying softly, Jacob was mad and laying face-down on his bed. Agnes was writing something and Ned Wynert stood by a bookshelf, organizing his books.

Y/n laid asleep on the table, the blanket around her shoulders as the ice began to melt in the glass of water.
Y/n dreamt she was on a ship, sailing in the Atlantic, where the icebergs floated endlessly and sheets of ice covered the sail ways. "Full sail! She can take it!" Yelled the captain, he wore a warm coat, black with red and gold, dark brown hair and eyes. His accent was Irish, a large gun of some sort strung on his back, a good sized sword rested on his waist, along with a dagger and several pouches. "I'm not sure what you're on about with those rambles of yours, Gist." He said to his first mate, a tall man with a brownish-black coat and hat. "I know Captain Cormac, but trust me, you'll see what I mean soon." The man said, the Captain, locked eyes with Y/n. She shivered from the cold, suddenly she heard a loud cracking and shattering, she turned to see the ram of the ship cutting through the ice sheets. "She's cutting right through the ice!" One of the deckhands yelled excitedly. "Half sail! Bleed off some of the wind!" The captain yelled, the crew started to tighten the ropes and rigging to some of the sails, slowing the ship's pace. Y/n looked around, curious of every little thing in sight. "Where am I?" She wondered out loud. Apparently the Captain had heard, and answered her question. "You're on the Morrigan, Lass," He started, switching his gaze to her as they locked eyes once more. He had a scar across his right eye. As he docked the ship, he walked over to
Y/n, holding out a hand. "The name is Shay Cormac, who are you?" Y/n shook his hand. "Y/n L/n. How the hell did I get here..." She trailed off, looking around for any sign of London. "I'm not sure, Lass, but you seem lost." Shay said, Y/n shrugged. "I guess I am..." Suddenly, everything went completely black. Y/n could not see anything, she was floating aimlessly through what seemed like the end of the earth. The scene shifted, she was in an abandoned hospital, she looked around, her boots crunching on dried paint upon the floor. She kept walking, hearing a child crying. She rushed to help, only to find Samuel...his mangled corpse...the kindness in his eyes fading as he died. "I'm sorry! I wanted to save you...I couldn't!" Y/m yelled out, she tried to run to him, but she couldn't move. His mangled body started to jerk in unnatural angles as he stood. His eyes turned pure black as blood began to leak from them. Y/n held back a scream as the nightmarish figure of Samuel limped towards her. The scene shifted again, she was falling out of the sky. Higher than ever before. She kept falling, the overwhelming feeling of helplessness made her panic and cry out. "HELP!" She cried, falling as she heard screams and whispers of her victims. "You shouldn't have killed us." "YOU MADE US FEEL SO MUCH PAIN, NOW YOU WILL HAVE THE SAME PAIN" "help me...anyone..." Then, a laughter filled the air as she landed into water. As she swam to the surface, ice blocked the surface, the ice started to form around her, trapping her as she slowly froze. The ice began to pierce through her side, freezing her insides slowly and painfully.

"Miss?" A man asked, she woke up, a fearful look in her eyes. It was the pub's owner. "S-sorry...I'll go.." She stood to leave, her head throbbing in pain. Her side hurt...as if there was ice puncturing it. She quickly checked, finding nothing but a small scratch. "Huh..." She whispered, walking along in the cold, London night. She yawned and remembered Samuel's face as he died...she tensed as she sped her pace, hearing boots crunching through the snow behind her. "Y/n."