So this is loosely based on Outlander, obviously it'll be a little different from Outlander because of the Assassins and the Templars.
I hope you enjoy this story!
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Prologue
BANG!
This mission truly proved to be more annoying than productive for Evie Frye.
A sharp pain hit Evie as she ran across the rooftop. She cringed and continued on, her pace slower than it was before. Reaching up, she held her shoulder and felt the red liquid cascade from the wound to her palm. This Blighter was a good shot, she had to admit, even if he was following her from a considerable distance. Evie let out a shaky breath of pain as she came to the edge of the building.
This mission was supposed to be simple, at least according to Jayadeep anyway. There had been information about another Piece of Eden, or rather, a rumor about one. It had fallen into Templar hands and Evie's mission was to scout out the area and to see if there truly was a Piece of Eden there.
Turns out, this rumor was just as viable as many of the rumors Charles Dickens had heard for his Ghost club.
She braced herself and stopped at the edge, looking around quickly for the next building to launch her zip line. Approximately, the next building was 121 meters away, or so she could judge. She reaches out with her zip line launcher and it shot out of her gauntlet.
"You won't get from us Frye!" The Blighter called out and Evie heard another bullet out off.
We'll see about that. Evie thought smugly. Letting go of her injured shoulder, Evie leapt forward towards the zip line, taking a chance. Perhaps Jacob was rubbing off on her...a little more than she would've wanted. With her good hand, she grasped hold of the zip line and slid down. The wind current around her increased and in the distance, she could hear thunder rumbling. She hold onto it for long with one hand, so she reached up with her bloody hand and grabbed it. It became harder to hold though, the blood making the line slippery.
I won't be able to hold on for much longer. I need to land...Evie thought as she found herself looking at the ground. Not too far away was a cart of leaves. Evie smiled to herself, perfect.
BANG!
Evie's eyes grew and suddenly felt herself falling to the ground. The zip line had been shot through and was collapsing along with her. She had underestimated these group of Blighters this time.
She grit her teeth and luckily the large pile of leaves cushioned her fall. Never did Evie feel more thankful for a pile of leaves than she did now. However, her bullet wound to the shoulder disagreed with her. Pain shot through it again and Evie groaned loudly.
"Shit." Evie cursed as she held the wound again. Miss Nightingale would be glaring at her all night once the wounded assassin showed up at her doorstep, a motherly glare of course. One she hadn't seen since she was taken from grandmother to be trained by her father. Evie let out a deep breath and then forced herself out of the pile of leaves. She let out a choked cough, she inhaled the slight rotting stench of leaves.
She let out a huff as she stumbled down the street, looking for any Rooks that could aid her to getting to their good doctor. The thunder growled in distance and she could feel the first little raindrops dripping down onto her nose. Evie ignored the quiet gasps of passerbyers on the street when they saw the blood coming from her shoulder and dripping down onto the ground, mixing in with the raindrops. Honestly, she was used to the gaping of the people in London, after all, she stood out among the ladies of this society.
After walking about three blocks, Evie started to feel sluggish and her head dizzy from the blood-loss. It seemed as though there were no Rooks in sight. Evie bit her lower lip and her face scrunched up in indignation. What is the point of these Rooks when they're never around when you need them? Evie growled in her head as she continued down the street until she spotted an empty carriage. Her spirits raised when she saw this and walked sluggishly over to the carriage. Grabbing hold of the side, she pulled herself up slowly and bit back cries of pain before settling down onto the seat with the reins.
Taking a deep breath, she activated her Second Sight and the world turned grey all around her. There was no one with any particular colors that would suggest any hostility towards her. Deactivating it, Evie took up the reigns and the horses walked on forward at a normal pace. She slammed down the reins and the horses took off at an intense pace, maneuvering through the streets as Evie desired. She was in Westminster and had to cross a bridge over the Thames and go through some streets to the Lambeth Asylum. She could make it there within five minutes if she kept the carriage going at an accelerated rate.
As long as no one got in her way that is.
Evie slammed down the reigns and managed to get to the bridge between Lambeth and Westminster before she heard more gunshots from behind. Evie growled under breath as she activated her Second Sight again. This time, everything was fuzzy, the carriages and people were distorted, stretching or shrinking and almost spinning strangely. Was this because of the blood loss? She had never seen this before.
More gunshots rang out and Evie slammed down the reins, causing the horse to rush forward, crossing over the bridge. Blighters called out to Evie, their insults and their threats to bash her head in, all of this was normal to the Frye. She couldn't turn to shoot back though, that shoulder was still bleeding.
"Keep going girls!" Evie encouraged the horses, hoping they understood the urgency of the situation. Then, something slammed into the side of the carriage and Evie clutched tightly onto the reins tightly. She turned to glare at the person who slammed into her, that same blighter who shot her earlier and got a better look at him.
Some of the Blighter's front teeth her knocked out which gave him an unsettling smirk and scruffy dark brown hair, he extended his handgun over at her. Evie said nothing in return and swung her own carriage, to hit the Blighter's own, rocking him off balance. His pistol fell out of his hand and Evie couldn't help but smirk at her small victory.
"You bloody bitch!" The Blighter shouted at her, his toothy smirk turning into a scowl.
Evie responded with nothing and turned her head forward only to see a stopped carriage in the middle of the road. Her eyes grew wide as she looked between the Blighter carriage and the stalled carriage in the middle of the road, she was trapped. Except for...her eyes fell to the water below over the side of the bridge.
In a split second, Evie made a decision. She released the reins, slid over to the passenger seat of the carriage then jumped from it. It wasn't the best decision Evie had ever made...it would likely result in her death…
At least these Templar's minions...didn't get to me. Evie thought as the air around her choked at her as she fell. I'm sorry...Jacob...Jayadeep…
Evie didn't even feel herself touch the water.
Evie brushed at her unkempt hair while staring into the mirror and hummed to herself. Since the train had stopped for the night, it was easier for her to stare at the mirror. Outside, the station was silent, no one was waiting for a train to come since it was evening. There were lights from inside the station.
Tonight, Jayadeep was going to take her out for a stroll in Westminster and especially in the Royal Gardens. Evie always did want to see the gardens and being knighted by the Queen of Britain had its benefits. And, it appeared that it would be a beautiful night tonight, the stars glimmered against the night sky with the moon omnipresent beside them. Not a cloud in sight.
No business would interfere with this nice night, Evie would personally make sure of that if she had too.
Humming, she stopped brushing and flicked her wrist, revealing her trusty hidden blade hidden within the gauntlet. Of course, she wouldn't take her gauntlet, it would stand out with the simple dress she was wearing tonight and knew hidden blades would be better since she could wear them on her belt. No one would be the wiser...probably except Jayadeep, he was probably expecting something like this.
Evie then started to braid her hair into a side braid when she heard a loud cry outside. She frowned at the noise and stopped half braid to investigate.
She slide open the door from the train car to find Jacob pinned to the ground by a man...in a white hood. It was a gigantic man who towered over her younger twin with what looked like a...tomahawk aimed at him. Jacob had an open wound on his arm, likely from the tomahawk striking him earlier. Jacob's top hat had been thrown off to the side as well. There wasn't a scratch on the mystery man though. He had likely caught Jacob off guard.
Jacob was obviously caught off guard, but had his cane held up quickly to block the oncoming attack. The cane and tomahawk collided with a loud CRACK!
"Evie, dear sweet sister! I could use some assistance!" Jacob called out to the elder twin. He was continually pushed against the tomahawk wielding man. Evie drew a couple of knives out from her belt and tossed them at the stranger.
Suddenly, the figure froze and turned their head to face her. She couldn't see his face clearly through the lighting of the station. He jumped off of Jacob to seemly avoid the knives hurtling towards him. Evie held her breath as the knives appeared to pass through him.
The figure lifted his head a little, enough for Evie to observe an amused smile on his lips. Then, the figure seemed to flicker out of existence, no trace of him left beyond. Evie gaped at the spot where the man stood in silence, Jacob doing the same.
"What the hell was…?" Jacob exclaimed, baffled by this.
"...I don't know." Evie admitted openly. Was it some sort of ghost? No, it should've been able to hold Jacob down let alone wound him...right?
Her twin got back to his feet and examined the gash left behind on his arm. Jacob gave a frustrated grunt before shaking his head.
"Well...that certainly a strange experience...but I'm pretty sure that wasn't a ghost." Jacob deduced as he walked over to his discarded top hat. He put it back on his head with a frown.
Evie figured Jacob was half right on that. She walked over to check on the gash herself. A real weapon had slashed at his flesh, there was no denying that. Her eyes then darted about and spotted her fallen knives. Jacob watched as his elder sister bent down to reclaim her knives and scratched his head.
"There's not even blood on these…" Evie muttered as she examined them. She looked over to her brother. "And you didn't manage to hit him did you?"
Jacob shook his head. "No...I came upon him peeping in on you dear sister. He was just standing there watching your window and I knew it wasn't Greenie. Too tall…"
"And too big." Evie finished and sighed. That mystery man was like a giant compared to Jayadeep.
"I went to approach him, but it was like he knew I was there. He spun around and attacked me, I didn't even know the bloody bastard!" Jacob continued on with a huff. His eyes grew serious though, something Evie wasn't used to. "Evie, he was fast...like assassin fast."
Evie frowned. "An assassin? How could that be? We should have known about his presence before this encounter."
"Well, the whole phasing through things, I'm fairly sure, is not something we can do. Not unless we assassins found one of those silly Pieces of Eden that could do that." Jacob said with a gruff voice. Jacob had never enjoyed finding or dealing with the Pieces of Eden like Evie did.
Evie rolled her eyes at him. "The Pieces of Eden aren't silly. They are very valuable to us dear little brother."
It was Jacob's turn to roll his eyes at her. Then something occurred to Evie. The man trying to catch a glimpse at her, freezing at hearing her name and so on. She said, "...he stopped when you said my name and he smiled at me."
"Seems like you might have a stalker…" Jacob replied back with his arms folded across his chest. "We should report to Greenie."
God, Jacob was sounding reasonable now, it seems he had matured a little after this past year. Evie supposed it was due to his own adventures of taking down Templars and her yelling at him about in the end. Jacob had made some severe mistakes during his takeover of London streets. Evie felt a swell of pride for her young brother as she nodded in return.