Jacob Frye X Male Reader. Artistic Difference.

Roth

The next morning Jacob was gone, and it was a knock at the door that woke you. You limped downstairs to find an extraordinary man at your door. "Are you Mr (L/N)?" he asked. you nodded, and a smile crept onto his face. "Maxwell Roth. I would like to hire you." Straight to the point I see. "I saw your pictures of the assassins, and I loved it! I want to commission a photo. The male assassin in any way you want."

"Sure. I'll need a deposit of-"Maxwell took your hand and placed a large sum of money into it.

"I wish to pay for it all now," Maxwell stated.

"That's well and good sir but what if you don't like it? I wouldn't want you to waste your money."

"Trust me. If it's created by you, my dear, I'll love it."

In the end, you accepted his money and got to work on the drawing before sending it off. He didn't stop coming around. This Maxwell Roth came in every Monday for a new picture. It was unusual but not unwelcome.

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You got the gun a week later. It was a hefty price, but it was beautiful. The barrel was fixed, and the wood was clean. The clerk mentioned a lot of other things he fixed in the weapon, but you couldn't remember them. You wanted to engrave it somehow in your own style. You got a pointed metal pen and lit a candle. Placing the pen over the flame for about 2 minutes resulted in the tip glowing in red. Using the pyro-pen, you pressed it into the wood to make an F in cursive. The pen went back to its original state, and you sighed. This would take a while.

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You haven't seen Jacob since that night. You asked around the pubs, but they haven't seen him either. As a last-ditch resort, you tried to guess where their train hideout would be next as your almost certain at this point that Jacob Frye is the assassin and so is his sister. However, you couldn't find the train anywhere. It was like a ghost train if you've ever seen one. You went home feeling pretty worthless. Roth was waiting outside your house with a letter "Mr Maxwell?"

"Hello, (Y/N). Would you like to accompany me to a party I'm hosting?"

"Why are you asking me?" you were already sceptical about this man.

"Well you've done a lot for me, and I wanted to reward you with experience rather than money."

You thought about it for a second "Okay. I've already had a shitty day I need a distraction."

It was at a theatre you haven't seen before. It was big and fancy "Enjoy the luxury, dear. I'm going to be a good host and address my guests."

"Alright, I'll see you later." you took a drink for yourself from the bar. You sipped it cautiously and talked to the other desks. Out of the corner of your eye, it was the familiar sight of the hood. It was Jacob. He was sifting through the crowd like he had always belonged there. You lost sight of him for a second, and he was gone.

"BURN!BURN!BURN!" A crowd of people made a sprint to the exit as the entire building caught aflame. Running into the main area, you saw Roth get snagged on a rope. He was pulled into the air where you could faintly see Jacob looming over the man "Not so fast, Jacob, my boy!" he yelled. Your hands were suddenly grabbed, and you could feel the cold blade of a knife against your skin. "You kill me, and he gets it." Jacob looked over to see you. His gaze turned from Roth to you continuously until he roared and jumped to the ground and ran straight to you.

Roth and the blighter holding you flee and Jacob grabs you and pulls you to the exit as fast as possible.