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

Red Flags, 39

Y/n finally gathered enough courage to flip off Shaun and make her way down from her lounging spot.  Keeping a keen eye on him, she quickly jogged to the Animus and was soon walking through London once again.  "Oi-" -BANG- A Blighter started, only to be finished by a bullet through the skull.  Apparently, during this memory, the Wolf as not in a pleasant mood.  Great.

She was walking through Southwark, not quite knowing where she was headed.  

Whenever Y/n stopped to observe something or inspect her items...or even to look around, a small command was displayed; it glitched around and faded the minute she kept moving.

K̛̪͔̅͗͢e͗̑͗̃̅ͩ̊̎ͪ͊͑͑̈́̓̐ȩ̨͘p̩̱͔̱͇̝̥͉̗͎̹̲͉̄͗ͦͫͨ̈́̿ͣ́͗̍̿̌ͤͅ ̧́M̮̩̯̳̼̬͕̹̺̦̖̳̄ͯ̉͊ͤ̈̾̾̑̄͛͋o̕͞v̦͉̼̹̞̦̟̝̰̲į̢̛n͎̺̘̰ͅg͉̟͖̟̭̮͞͠ ̸

And so she obeyed, stepping forward.  Perhaps it was a glitch?  Maybe Rebecca was still working out the bugs...  

The Wolf stopped, hearing a soft thud several feet behind her.  Wonderful...another lamb to the slaughter...  She thought, shaking her head and pressing forward once more.  Another glitchy text appeared:

D̥̥͖̺̰̱̩͋ͨ̊͛̎̏̚ǫ̷͈͙̮̝̞͑͐̾̋̓͞ ̴̤̗̮̭͂̿̈́̂͞Ṋ̬̮͉̬͉͉͉̻͒ͬ̊͒̓̿̈́̔̓̀ò̴͚̥̙̬̻̱̰̱̐̋͑͋̾͑̚t͖̣ͣͣ G͛͋́̓́̚o͒ ̘̦̰̮͍̝͓͉̘̮͔͉̼̙͇ͫͮ̀̈̔̔̓́ͥͥ͂̆̾͐̑͢͜F͈̌͢͜o̫r͋̒̀ͮ̓̐̌̔̿w̄͐ͨ҉ḁ̠͉r̬͕̹̪̥͖̬͇̲̞̕ͅd ̗̤̦̤̺̯͉̞̳̝ͅ

Sighing loudly, Y/n faced the sky and shouted.  "Ey!  Beccs!  What's with this message?"

No response...Odd.  Shrugging it off, she was about to turn around when more text blocked her.

D̖͎͕ͨ̈̾o̵̶͍̦͈̲̜̳̺̘̭͔̍͂́ͭ͊̍ͨ̈̎ͭ̔ͅn̮̞̘͇͍̖̪̰̼̱̎̎͗̅ͤ͗ͪ͊̇̀'̤͖̣̥̰̙̓̾̊̔̄ͪt͒ͩ̂̂̍ͤ͏҉̱͇̻͕̣ͅ ̲̗͖̰̮̺̤͊͛̅̿̽̄̐͂ͅL̿͂ͪ͆͛́̑͆̌͑̉̄̊ͫ̎ó̖̮͖̊̚o̺̙̜k̻̯̗̩͔͓̟͓̖͚̩̔ͫ͆̍ͮ̏́̔ͧ̉̚ ̤͙̮̎ͥ͒B̶̶̈̏͑̇͌̅ͬ̽͗̊̑ͮͬͨͮ͏a̭̗͔̝̐̿̓ͤͪ̕ͅc͈͔͎̲͈̓̄ͦ̎̌ķ̴̢̭͉̩̳̟̟̮̫͚̈̂ͨͨ̆̐̌ͭ̾

"So do I just stand here then?"  She wondered aloud, catching a nearby policeman off-guard.  "Are you alright, miss?"  Catching her attention, Y/n studied his face for a moment...realization crossed her expression...It was Costume.

"Costume?" The Wolf said, looking surprised.  "But I thought...Nevermind..."  She had suddenly recalled stabbing him at some point...or maybe it was just the urge making a synthetic memory?  "My name is not 'Costume', Y/n!  It's Abberline!  Frederick George Abberline!"  She blanked, snickering lightly.  "Riiigghhtt, I gotcha...Cya later, Costume!"  Y/n said, waving a hand sarcastically and stepping onto a carriage while is sped past.  No strange text stopped her, so she must be going the right way?  

"Well well well...look what we've got, boys!"  Y/n looked up to see four brute archetypes of Blighters.  One of which had a nasty slash across his face, revealing bits of bone and flesh amidst the blood.  "Can it be?  The Wolf?"  Slash-Face said, gawking slightly.  Mr. Brute, the one who spoke first, grinned and nudged his comrades who hadn't taken notice.  The one steering the horses glanced over his shoulder.  "Oh man!  Boss would pay us greatly if we brought that one in, eh?"  Horseman said, grinning from ear to ear as he imagined the money.  The last one, turned around and chuckled, shaking his head.  "We're in danger."

The Wolf shrugged and nodded her head.  "Well, you are now...Sayonara."  Whipping her custom pistol, The Wolf's Howl, from her coat's holster, she fired twice.  Both head shots, between the eyes of Slash-Face and Mr. Brute.  Now that there was space for her she climbed up and released her hidden blade.  Horseman slapped the reigns, yelling for the horses to go faster in an attempt to knock their executioner off.  Sensor shakily climbed up and sighed.  "Just shoot me."  He said, spreading his arms into a 'T' and closing his eyes.  Instead, he received a firm kick to his sternum.  He fell backwards, crashing right into the path of another carriage.  

Horseman rammed the sides of buildings and even other carriages to try to knock her off...until she snapped his neck.  Watching as he slumped over and fell, Y/n hopped down onto the coach seat and slowed the horses to a trot.  She steered them to the curb and climbed down after stopping.  The Wolf pat the horses on the nose, walking away soon after.  

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Jacob didn't know what to think when he received reports of his love being sighted in Southwark kicking Blighter's off carriages...especially once Abberline had sent him a letter about it.

--

Mister Frye,

I'm writing to you on behalf of your deranged girlfriend's actions.  She has been killing in more brutal ways then ever imagined...even the most clever.  These murders must cease or at least minimize.  

Please ask her to stop calling me 'Costume'.

Yours truly,

Frederick G. Abberline

--

To which Jacob responded.

--

Freddy,

That's just her nature, besides, that's like asking a dog to stop chasing cats.  Or an Assassin to stop hunting Templars.  I'll do what I can to assist in reducing her habits.

Costume?  That won't stop anytime soon, by the way.  

Oh and...Nevermind.

Until the next,

Jacob Frye

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Y/n sighed, approaching an inn.  She needed rest...and planned to stay for at least a couple hours.  She read the sign above the door before entering.  The Hen's Nest Inn.  At least it sounded cozy.  The hinges on the splintering wooden door squealed, announcing her presence.  The floors were oak, dusty and creaking under any pressure.  The walls held a faded pattern of roses with tattered pictures here and there.  

"How can I help you, my dear?"  A middle aged woman asked, she had silvering brown hair and a pale purple dress with a white bonnet.  "I'd like to rent a room, please..."  The woman nodded, turning around and picking up a key from a drawer.  "Right this way...I'd like to warn you that there is a family staying here two rooms down.  They have three children who are very young so please excuse any disturbances-"  "No, it's alright."  Y/n smiled, taking a look around the room and receiving the key from the woman.  "I'll be downstairs of you need anything.  My name is Petunia Weste, by the way."  "Wo-..uh..Y/n L/n.."  The woman smiled and left, leaving Y/n alone to settle.  First things first..

She locked the door and the window...removing her coat and clothing.  There was a metal washing basin nearby with a jug of water and a soap bar.  Y/n stepped into the basin to bathe herself.  Afterwards, she dried off and put on her clothes again, noticing her coat had bloodstains..

"I really should buy another...or at least wash this one.."  Y/n lazily tossed it over the back of a chair, flopping onto the bed.  She wrapped the covers around herself and dozed off.

Until somebody decided to start pounding on the door.  Groaning, she hollered out.  "Who is it?" But the person on the other side never responded.  Shrugging it off as nothing, she turned over and dozed once again...