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

Flaming Embers, 20

Y/n took a shaky breath as she heard boots crunching in the light snow behind her. "Y/n?" A voice asked, she turned, facing the one and only Abberline. He stepped closer, she turned and started to follow. "Oi.....OI!" He yelled out, quickening his pace as he was now in a rough jog as she was walking. "Y/n!" He yelled out breathlessly after about two-hundred meters. "You're....under....arrest...!" He said between gasps. He looked up to see her scowl from underneath her hood. "....damn you are ever so persistent, aren't you, Costume?" She said, glaring daggers towards him. He started to grow confused, then realized that was the nickname she liked to annoy him with. "Y/n, my name is not 'Costume'!" He yelled and stood straight after a moment. "My name is Abberline! (Frederick Abberline) Now....come peacefully or face the consequences." He demanded, looking straight into looking straight into her e/c eyes as they had an emotionless gaze. "I'll choose 'or', thank you." She nodded in satisfaction when his expression went from serious to confused. She took her chance and ran off, her boots crunching in the snow, leaving faint tracks. (It's a rather light snow, so it crunches but doesn't slow anything down because it isn't deep enough. It's about 1/2 inch in this scenario.) Abberline sighed exasperated and went into a police carriage, chasing after his assigned 'criminal'. She stopped dead in her tracks, listening to the carriage come closer. She layed flat before be turned a corner, as she was wearing a light gray overcoat with brown and black accents. She held back a laugh as he rode right over her, the wheels well away from her as she laid a certain way so the horses did not trample her either. "Cya!" She said as she stood and walked off, he turned and grumbled under his breath, she threw a knife at on of the horses, spooking it as they raced off. She then looked up at the sky, a thick cover of clouds began to cover the moonlight. She whistled the tune of Little Talks, she and Jacob's favorite song they used to sing to as kids. She continued to walk, when she slipped on ice, she used it to her advantage and balanced herself to sort of glide over the surface. A dog had made its way through the snow into a nearby alley, hiding in a breaking wooden crate. Y/n sighed, continuing on. She kept going until she arrived at Westminster. She went into her old hideout, laying on the creaky flooring.

Smoke filled her lungs as the scent of burning wood engulfed her thoughts. She quickly stood, finding the building burning down. "Oh shit!" Y/n said, running down the stairs as the windows were already blocked by flames. She attempted to go for the main door, the frame collapsed. Panicking, Y/n bolted for the backmost door. The wooden frame cracking and breaking as the fire swallowed it into the flames. She coughed raggedly, trying to not breathe in any smoke. The embers singled her light gray coat as she patted out any small fires that would occasionally break out. She coughed and wheezed, the roof caving in as she felt the wooden rafters crush her to the burning floor. She shrieked in pain, the fire burning her hands. She started to lose consciousness as everyone began to blur and fade. Her last memory, the agonizing pain of the fire burning her flesh, the roof caving in completely, the heat unbearable...until everything went black, as she stopped breathing.

Y/n shot up from the floor, the wood creaking as she looked around with fear. The building was fine, she was fine. "Bloody fucking hell...." She swore under her breath as she left the building quickly, the images had engraved themselves into her mind. She accidentally bumped into a Blighter, who in return tried to stab her. She flicked her wrist and stabbed him in the gut, moving forward as she continued on the path to Southwark. "Carriage crash on the Thames bridge! Meet the most wicked people of London! Keep an eye out for the Wolf, authorities keeping watch! Read all about it! Only 25¢!" A child yelled from an overturned bucket of which he stood, holding a newspaper and shouting out the main articles. Y/n shivered from the nightmare, feeling as if her skin was truly burnt.

Four days later
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Y/n sighed, taking a ragged breath. She clutched her left upper arm, a throwing knife -an Assassin's throwing knife- had imbedded itself into her arm, she hissed through her teeth from the pain as she continued to run, limping from the amount of slices in her thigh of her right leg. She continued to run, wincing and occasionally crying out as her pursuers had cornered her.