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Assassin's Creed Syndicate- Jacob Frye X Reader [5] (1)

"Not so fast!" Jacob swallowed thickly as he almost slammed into a brute of a man clad in red. He moved backwards, racking his brain to be able to figure out a solution whilst consoling a bawling baby boy.

"Shh." He bounced the lad up and down. "It's alright; it's okay." The boy's legs were wrapped tightly around Jacob's waist. He looked around carefully; he almost lost hope before spotting a highlight of Y/H/C gazing above a crate filled with bottles.

"Now," Jacob breathed into his ear. "I want you to listen closely,"

"When I let you go, run directly behind you. To the boxes–" as the boy turned to look, he took his chin between his fingers and fixed his puffy eyes on his calm hazel ones. "Y/N/N is over there. She'll tell you what to do next."
"I-I..." the boy couldn't speak between his sobs.
"Shhh." He tucked the boy's head into his shoulder to hide the surrounding gang of Blighters from view. "I'd love to come with you, but I need to distract them– like a spy. We'll be spies! Would you like that, Archie?" His sobs slowly turned to sniffles, and he was composed enough to nod into Jacob's shirt.

Respectfully, the Blighters waited. Even they weren't keen on killing an innocent child. "Let the boy leave." Jacob's voice was loud, stern, but soothing for Artie at the same time.
"Fine; you for him," a female voice negotiated.

Sighing heavily, Jacob agreed. "Fine," said he. Giving Archie a comforting kiss on his ear, he never missed a beat when he whispered, "run."

Archie gave Jacob a last squeeze and took off as soon as he hit the floor, remembering what he said. He weaved between the Blighters' legs, getting out of there as soon as possible. He was luckily a fast runner, and got to you in almost no time at all. "Mama..." he mumbled, running into your arms.

You hadn't realised that you had been holding a panicked breath the whole time until you let it out in relief. "It's okay, Archie," you whispered lovingly. "You're okay."

You were rubbing his back comfortingly when something lightly tapped your foot. It was a coin. Finding its source, you found Mary concealed around the corner, Archie's adoptive sister. "Go to your sister," you whispered. He nodded fast and kissed your cheek, sneaking along the wall to be engulfed in another loving hug.

Now you could focus all your attention on Jacob.

"That your kid?" A man in a red top hat began circling him. There were a few others dotted around with their pistols drawn.
"Nope." He popped the 'P'.
"We heard him call you 'Pa'," another quipped.
"What's that gonna prove? The boy's SIX years old for Christ's sake!" Irritated at the stupid interrogation, he began to walk away. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." a brute quickly blocked his path.

"You're coming with us, Assassin," he said, sizing him up. "Starrick would love a quick chat."
"Well, you can tell him that he'll have to book an appointment— my schedule's full and I have places to be..."

Seemingly offended, the thug swung at Jacob's face. He blocked and stepped back with his hands up in surrender before he was seen as a threat; he couldn't realistically beat up all of these Blighters with his bare hands, no matter how much he may have want to. "You're not as much of an idiot as I thought," the man in the top hat said. "A man as brash and reckless as yourself is usually as stupid as a box of doornails."

Jacob willed himself to stay calm under his adrenaline, feeling cold hands grip his wrists and pull them behind his back, binding them in a thick coil of rope.

He needed to get out and escape.

All he needed was a distraction.

"There's another one 'ere!" A gunshot went off suddenly, catching Jacob's heart in his throat.

Three-two-one go!

You leaped over the crates, taking a straggler at the back of the flock hostage as all eyes looked to you.

"And who's this pretty face?" The patronising top hat man voiced.
"I don't want to hurt you," you reasoned calmly. There were an awful lot of them after all, and your equipment is God knows where-- all you have is your hidden blade and a dagger.
"Why do you sound so familiar?" He squinted at you, and you squinted right back.

Soon, his mind clicked with the answer. "You!" He pointed his finger with shaking anger. As he sharply progressed towards you, you grabbed a dagger in your waistband and held it against the hostage's chest.
"Another move, and he's history."

He stopped. "You murdered my sister," he spat with hatred. "You ruined my life!"

You tensed at the growing anger. "Think about what side you're on! What she was doing! Children shouldn't be worked to death in a factory-- they deserve to be treated with love. They need to enjoy their innocence while they still can!"
"This is the winning side. You're setting yourself up for failure!" This man took a step forward, in which you dug the tip of your blade in your hostage's chest, making him whimper.

"You think I'm joking?" Without hesitation, a searing pain hit your shoulder, making you cry out.
"Y/N!" Jacob wriggled, and was met with a strike to the knee, fortunately only hard enough to cause a sprain at worst; the culprit was certainly capable of snapping the bone in two.

Your muscles were screaming to release and relax, but you held fast to your victim. "Let him go, or we'll kill both of you."
"You'll kill us both anyway."
"Not entirely true. We'll keep you alive longer, and then we'll kill ya."

"I'm... not seeing a positive here."
"Oh, shut him up!" For the first time, you saw Jacob Frye, leader of the Rooks, entirely at the mercy of ten, maybe fifteen, Blighters.

You didn't want to find out what happened.

He was swiftly gagged with a dirty cloth, and a sack pulled over his head. "Search him-- quickly."

"Are you fucking oblivious?!" If anything, you tightened your hold against the Blighter before you. "Let him go, now!"

"Ah, but my dear... I've only just begun."

He pointed his pistol in your direction and pulled the trigger.

END OF PART ONE

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