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

Picking Up the Pieces, 27

Y/n let the darkness consume her as she drifted endlessly in her forced slumber, occasionally twitching or murmuring something about dying or running or..killing.

Rebecca and Shaun had managed to return her to the apartment, but bound Y/n's hands with some rope to keep her from harming anyone else.  'Thanks, little psycho.'  Rebecca thought as she glanced at the now heavily sedated and momentarily harmless Y/n, who was slumped over in a corner.  "Shaun, we've gotta find a better place for us...maybe another warehouse?"  Rebecca tried, shifting her gaze to Shaun once he turned around.  The blonde sat quietly for a moment, before piping up with a response.  "I dunno, Beccs, you saw what she did to that man.  Would it really be a good idea to have her in a confined space?"  Rebecca sighed, "At least she'd be in better hands than those Abstergo bastards."  Shaun shifted his eyes onto Y/n, who was stirring and beginning to awaken.  "We don't have time to decide on better options....might as well go to Outpost Zero and remain under the radar."  Rebecca said, her voice full of concern and annoyance.

Y/n's head felt like it was being run over by a semi truck.  Groggy and confused, Y/n tried to rub her eyes, only to find her hands bound, immediately setting her onto high alert.

"What's the he-"  She was interrupted by Shaun, who sardonically welcomed her back to reality.

"What's your problem?  Why am I tied up?  Why is there a Blighter in the kitchenette?" Y/n's senses kicked into gear, her surroundings hazy and strange.  Like Eagle Vision but way worse.  The other two glanced towards the kitchenette, finding nobody there.  "Y/n...?"  Jacob's voice echoed through Y/n's head, which confused her even more.  "Please let me out...I swear I won't go killing just please untie me...I'm begging you..!"  Y/n started to panic, feeling trapped and afraid.  Her tone became louder until she was pretty much shouting for them to free her.  Her e/c eyes switching emotions like a radio scanning  frequencies.  Fear, hysteria, insanity, curiousity and then...nothing.  Devoid of emotion, personality...anything.  She almost looked dead, save for the rise and fall of her chest with every shaky breath.  The two thought about putting her into the animus, but last time she had somehow broken from it and returned to reality.

Rebecca was skeptical, but Shaun was dismissive of the 'glitch'.

And so they did, and before long, Y/n was enveloped by the familiar blue and white mist that transported her to London.

She darted off through alleyways as her hand continued to ooze blood from her pulling out the throwing knife.  Glancing behind her once, she noted that she was not being followed by Evie, who was tending her brother at the moment.  Jacob was not harmed, but boy did his mcnuggets hurt after being kneed in the crotch by a certain broken assassin. (*cough cough* Y/n *cough cough*)

She kept running, heading to Florence Nightingale's hospital for her hand.  She didn't know very much when it came to medical practices and care son he thought off the next best thing.  She knocked with her good hand, smirking when Florence opened the door. "My goodness!  What have you gotten yourself into this time?  You were here only last week about a gunshot wound in your thigh and now this?  Come along, come along, in you go!"  Florence ushered Y/n inside before she could protest or even fully register what she had said.  Y/n never winced as the nurse cleaned and dressed the wound, even suturing it.  Y/n wasn't sure why but...the pain felt...nice in a way.  She denied painkillers and went on her way after payment, keeping a close eye upon her surroundings as she walked down the streets, suddenly finding herself at a pub, not quite registering it was there.  She tripped on a bent floorboard after ordering a glass of rum.