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

Part 14

The sky turned dark outside and London's nightlife had come out to play; the pubs lighting up with music and bitter, criminals stalked the shadows for easy prey, and women waited by the roads for men with coin to pleasure. Jacob watched London from the rooftops, his hat tipped down to hide his face as he waited. Soon enough, a shadow flew over him, cawing at him as it glided over his head. Smirking, he tucked his hat away and pulled down his hood, following after the raven. He kept his eyes fixed on the raven, not paying much attention to where he was being led, and if it weren't for the ravens loud warning call, he would have kept running when the rooftops ended. Catching his breath as the raven circled back, landing on his shoulder, Jacob surveyed the area surrounding St Paul's Cathedral.
"You sure you spotted her around here?" He asked the bird on his shoulder, who responded with an almost too human nod. "She's a pickpocket what will she get at this time in a bloody garden?"
The raven seemed to shrug, before taking off into flight again, the green and yellow ribbons on his leg fluttering in the wind, landing on a metal pole at the top of the cathedral, waiting for Jacob to climb up and join him. Jacob sighed, dropping down to the pavement and walking towards the cathedral, before using his rope launcher to speed up to the top of the cathedral. The raven croaked at him as he slid over the barriers to the flat surface, and Jacob frowned at the raven, then looked at the gauntlet he was wearing. He was still using Dorians gauntlet, despite his own being fixed now, there was a certain comfort in using his partners gauntlet. However, as he had grown so used to having one, he had Alec install a rope launcher onto Dorians red and black gauntlet. Jacob looked back up to the raven, flashing his devilish grin.
"I mean, I have been telling you to get one."
Dorian croaked back in what Jacob could only assume was meant to be unamused grunt. Chuckling, he reached out to ruffle the feathers behind his head, but Dorian skittered away, cawing at him again. Huffing in defeat, Jacob continued along the roof, Dorian flying on ahead, waiting on the ledge overlooking the gardens. Peering down, they could see their target, Maude Foster, surrounded by a group of blighters. Jacob hummed to himself as he worked out a way to eliminate the blighters and keep Foster alive, scanning the area for anything that might work. He felt a small tug at his sleeve and looked in the direction the birds beak pointed to, a pile of leaves raked into a wooden frame.
"Right, and what do you want me to do then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, before Dorian dive bombed down, stealing one of the blighters hat as he levelled out.
"Oi! Give it back you bloody pigeon!" The Blighter snapped, his hand slapping around the bald spot on his head as his hat was stolen. Jacob worked out the plan and silently jumped down, lying perfectly hidden among the leaves. He listened as Dorian landed in a tree next to his hiding spot, and the Blighter yelling angrily at him.
"Bloody bird! I'll get you for that!" Jacob could hear the sounds of a pistol being cocked, and prepared himself to strike. The hat landed in the leaf pile followed by a ravens taunting cackle. "Damn bird, hate those things." The Blighter grunted, leaning over the crate of leaves to reach his hat. His fingers barely brushed the brim, as the hidden blade pierced through his chest and his body was yanked down into the pile, and Jacob emerged, brushing off leaves that had clung to him and going into cover, looking up to Dorian, who still was perched in the tree.
"Distract Foster, don't let her escape." He whispered as he emerged from his cover, waltzing out into the open and pulling his hood down, replacing it quickly with his top hat. The blighters turned as he made his entrance, tensing as he strolled past them.
"Maude Foster!" He called out confidently. A skinny woman, wearing a blighters uniform turned round slowly, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
"Whaddya want?" She answered, keeping her distance, eyes flickering round to make note of every escape route. She knew she fast, the fastest pick pocket in all of London, but Foster also knew of the Frye twins. She had heard of them many times since they arrived several months ago, and had been warned by her fellow gang members of them, especially the male twins the leader of their rival gang.
"They say that Jacob has a shadow, if you see him, The Shadow is closer than you think." One had warned her over a drink in the Red Lion, "If you see Frye or hear a ravens call, you run as fast as your feet can carry you."
And that's what Foster planned to do, if she could find where The Shadow was possibly hiding.
"I'm here to escort you to a meeting with the police sergeant Frederick Abberline," Jacob came to a halt. "He's dying to meet you." He added, smirking at the woman.
"You'll never catch me Frye!" She shouted back at him. "Get him!"
The Blighters swarmed towards Jacob, withdrawing pocket knives and truncheons. In one swift, well practised move, Jacob unsheathed his kukri, slashing at the first Blighter in range. Blood poured from the first mans chest, blending his once white shirt in with his red coat. Turning the blade so he was now holding it backwards, he swung his arm back and pierced another, who was trying to stab him in the back, through the stomach. Satisfied that Jacob Frye was busy, and glancing round for any other movement, Foster darted for the most well lit exit, were nobody could possibly be hiding. Sprinting for freedom, she was soon stopped by a weight tackling her back, and something sharp gripping onto her. She attempted to reach back and tear whatever it was off, and was met with her fingers being snapped at. She would have kept running, if she could have seen where she was going through the wings blocking her vision as they frantically flapped around her head, the sound disorientating her.
"Get it off me!" She screamed. Behind her, she couldn't tell that her fellow blighters had been defeated, and Jacob was fast approaching.
"That's enough." He said, trying to stop himself from smiling, and Dorian released her, flying off to find a carriage. Jacob grabbed her arm and folded it behind her back before she could make a run for it.
"Fuck you Frye." She snarled as he shut the carriage door on her. He looked up to the raven perched above him on the carriage, looking back down at him.
"Head on back, I'll be with you as soon as I drop her off at the clink." He said, climbing onto the drivers seat. "And I imagine Oliver's gonna want his body back soon."
Dorian gave one last raven croak to Jacob before they went their separate ways.