Due to my new-found interest in Assassin's Creed, I have decided to start taking prompts for the Frye Twins and their sibling relationship.

Some of these fics will have a corresponding gif set

I am always taking prompts and I hope you enjoy them :)

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Grandmaster Altair limped his way through the burial chamber, his eyes firmly focused on the bodies of the assassins who had fallen during the bombing. Standing in a circle around the chamber, were the rest of the Creed, all of whom had shown up to pay their respects.

"They are now at peace…" his voice echoed throughout the chamber, "….and we all must remember, that this happens to all, and eventually, we will meet our brothers again in the afterlife. Our bodies are temporary, but our souls will go on forever….we shall all find ourselves here in time. I request a moment of silence in order to remember our brothers."

Jacob, who was standing next to an older assassin called Shay Cormac, noticed that he seemed more distressed than his classmates. "Were you close with one of them?" whispered Jacob.

Shay nodded, gesturing his head at the body in front of them. "Liam O'Brien. He was the one who first brought me to the Creed…he was a good friend."

Altair continued on with the eulogy, "We must live for those who still remain….our brothers will live on through us forever. Let go of your burdens…and be at peace."

One by one, the bodies were set alight as they were laid to rest.

…..

After the funeral Jacob, Evie, their Father Ethan and Shay strode through the corridor in silence…well, almost silence. "What's going to happen to Leanne?" Jacob asked his Father.

"The bomber has been moved…"

"Moved? Where? Why should she be moved?"

"The military police force have taken her into custody."

"What? But this is an Assassin matter, isn't it?

"Innocent civilians were killed, along with Assassins. That makes it a matter for the military police as well….an attack on our Temple, could also be seen as an attack on the town itself."

Evie nodded in agreement with her Father, "Dad's right. Leanne isn't an Assassin….it's not our place to be the judge and jury of a civilian."

Shaking his head, Jacob clearly disagreed. "We're Assassins! We're always being the judge, jury and executioner of those who have committed a crime!" He stood in front of the small group, blocking the way, "If Leanne is guilty, then she should be dealt with!"

"Calm down Jacob!" scolded Evie, "Remember, Assassins do not seek revenge. We go where the job takes us."

Jacob frowned, before standing down. Shay Cormac shook his head, "The evidence seems clear Jacob…nothing will ever change."

Jacob noticed that Shay seemed especially upset about this, but before he could say anything, his Father interrupted. "Many civilian politicians believe that the Creed should be removed from as many military matters as possible…we are supposed to be peace-keepers after all. Preventing chaos and conflict."

Jacob shook his head, "I hope these civilian politicians know what they're doing…"

"I assure you Jacob…" Ethan scolded, "…that these men rarely make any decisions without thinking through the strategy behind it."

Ethan then headed towards the stairs, probably to go to a council meeting. Shay then turned to the twins. "I have mission reports to write up…" he bowed his head in respect, "…Evie. Jacob."

As Shay strode down the corridor, Evie nudged Jacob. "Go on…I can see that you're dying to speak to him."

As Jacob ran to catch up, Evie turned to catch up with her Father. "I know he's the same age as me…but he acts so much younger at times." She sighed

"Indeed."

…..

Jacob grinned as he caught up to the older assassin. "Company?"

"…Sure."

"You know…" sighed Jacob, "…every time I think about this, I feel conflicted….it's hard not to feel emotional about this."

Shay smirked, "Don't you think it's wrong to ignore your emotions?"

"Father says that as Assassins, we have to move past them. We do kill people for a living after all."

"…You make it sound so easy."

Jacob chuckled, "No, it isn't easy….but Evie says it's possible. Like when Evie and I were stuck inside a Templar base. It would have been easy to give into the fear, but we moved past it and got out! There must have been missions where you've done the same?"

Nodding, Shay grinned at the younger assassin. "You see, words like that give a man a reputation for wisdom…"

This caused Jacob to whoop, "Aha! I've fooled you into thinking I was wise….I just need to fool everyone else now."

Suddenly, his phone beeped signalling a message. Glancing at it, Jacob smiled apologetically at Shay. "Sorry. I'm needed. The Templars are mounting another attack…" he began to rush off, only to pause and turn back to Shay, "...Look. It may seem emotional, but I need to believe that, one way or another, this woman will pay for what she did."

Shay simply raised an eyebrow, "You shouldn't keep them waiting."

Jacob nodded and sped off down the corridor….leaving Shay to stare after him.

….

At the front of the room, Bartolomeo d'Alviano (who was Head of the Mercenaries and a tactical genius, therefore making him an asset), gestured widely at a screen. "Right! We've uncovered another cowardly attack from those Templar bastards! We should move to this district here….and then across to this district."

Malik frowned, "That seems a bit far out of our way…."

Bartolomeo scowled, "I've been told to avoid the richer areas of the villages…"

Next to him, stood a military policeman, who straightened up when Bartolomeo pointed at him….very rudely. The policeman ignored this and took a step forward, "Master Malik?"

"Yes…Captain?"

The officer nodded, "Captain Tarko…." He gestured at Jacob, "….the presence of one of your assassins, known as Jacob Frye, has been requested by Leanne Morno."

Jacob frowned, "The prisoner from the bombing?"

"Why is she asking for Jacob?" asked Ezio, who was clearly confused as he was the one who first interrogated Leanne and was involved in her capture.

Tarko shook his head, "We're not entirely sure…but Mister Frye is the only one who the prisoner will speak to."

Grimly, Jacob nodded. "I'll report back with anything that I find out…" Without waiting for further instructions, Jacob strode out of the room…missing the concerned looks exchanged behind him.

….

Upon arriving at the prison, Jacob immediately strode up to the guard window. "Jacob Frye. Leanne Morno asked to speak to me?"

The guard nodded, smirking as he leaned closer to the window. "A lot of people died in that bombing…good job capturing her."

Computers whirred as Jacob was scanned form head to toe. The guard took one glance at the screen and sighed, "You'll have to leave all communication devices and weapons here."

Jacob grimaced, but complied…although it did take a while for him to remove all of his weapons. As soon as everything was secure, a guard came out of the side room. "Follow me."

Jacob watched in awe at the security measures that the prison had set up. Laser doors sectioned out the corridor and each prison cell (whilst set out with normal bars and steel) had to be accessed with a specific pass-card. The pair walked for around five minutes before arriving at Leanne's cell.

Once unlocked, Jacob stepped down into the cell. "What do you want Leanne?"

"I-I was told that if ever I needed help, then you are the Assassin to contact. You are friends with almost everyone in the village."

Noticing that Leanne was staring suspiciously at the guard, Jacob turned to him. "Could you give us a minute please?"

The guard quickly left, closing the door behind him. Once he was sure that they were alone, Jacob turned to glare at Leanne. "You don't have much time...so I suggest that you get whatever you have to say off your chest."

Leanne sighed, "The idea of feeding the volatile chemicals to Jacopo was not my idea…"

"Why are you saying this now?! Why not tell us before?!"

"Because my life is in danger! The person behind this will be able to get to me unless you know the truth!"

Jacob scoffed, remaining doubtful. "Huh…so what is the truth?"

"Assassin. It was an assassin who got me the chemicals and then taught me how to handle them in order to create t-the b-bomb…Jacopo. Please…I-I need water."

Jacob went to grab a glass of water, before handing it to her. "Why would an assassin do this?!"

Leanne took a sip of the water. "There are some people in the town, myself included, who believe that the Creed is not what it used to be! The Assassins have become war-mongers, military weapons…rather than agents of peace. They kill anyone and everyone associated with a target, despite the fact that some of those men are simply trying to earn a living in any way they can. One of your order agreed with us. One of you wanted to make a statement…and was willing to attack their own Creed to do it!"

Leanne turned away, causing Jacob to frown in suspicion. "Who?"

"If you protect me, then I'll tell you because it's obvious that I've been set up!"

Jacob leaned in close, "Leanne, you have to tell me who's behind this!"

"I-it-"Suddenly, Leanne began to cough, clearly struggling to catch her breath as blood began to spurt out at Jacob with every cough. The glass of water dropped the ground, shattering on impact. Choking noises began to emit from her mouth. Frantically, Jacob grabbed Leanne, hitting on her the back in an attempt to stop the chocking…until the noises stopped, and Leanne went limp.

In shock, Jacob lowered her to the ground just as guards burst through the door. "I-I don't know what happened…" he stammered as one of the guards checked Leanne.

"She's dead Sir…" he told a senior member, "…possibly poison."

The commander stared down at the body and shook his head, "I can't say I blame you Mister Frye…all the same, you're under arrest."

Jacob's heart practically leapt up to his throat as a gun was pointed at his head, prompting him to lift his hands into the air. "N-no!" he protested, "N-no, I-I didn't do this!"

He protested all the way to his own cell.

…..

After what seemed like hours, the door to his cell slid open and Captain Tarko strode in. Jacob jumped up, "Sir! I don't know what happened! I came here to talk to Leanne and she said that she was scared of an Assassin!"

Tarko shook his head, "You don't have to say any more Frye."

"I don't?"

"No….you see, there are security cameras in every room." The Captain tapped on the screen of his tablet, and turned it so that Jacob could see what was on the screen…footage of him getting a glass of water and then, when she was chocking, him hitting her on the back. "The water that was on the floor after she dropped the glass, was tested and traces of a fast-acting poison was found. Curiously there isn't any sound for this room…but it appears as though the Assassin she was afraid of, was you."

"I did not kill that woman!"

Captain Tarko launched onto the attack, "You were the only one there! I heard that you were upset when Miss Morno was taken into custody by the military."

"T-that doesn't mean anything!"

"I beg to differ…"

"It was someone else Captain…."begged Jacob, "…someone else tampered with the water! Someone that I couldn't see!"

Tarko frowned, "You know…I find that hard to believe. This is a secure facility, we don't just have anyone running about. And if there was someone else…"The Captain span around and grabbed Jacob's chin, "…why didn't you hear them. Or sense something different in the water?"

Jacob glared at the man, jerking his chin away as he remained silent….not saying anything until Captain Taro left the room.

…..

At the entrance security gate, Ethan stood with the rest of the young assassins. "I said…" ordered the Master Assassin, "…my son is in there!"

"Mister Frye. Captain Tarko has ordered that no-one be allowed inside."

Ezio noticed, with alarm, that Ethan and Evie's fists clenched in frustration and anger at the guards words.

Evie shouldered past her Father, "We don't care what he's been accused of!" she growled, her finger stabbing the glass, "…Now. Let. Us. In!"

The guard ignored her, pressing a button which summoned a squadron of guards, who surrounded the group. "Sorry Miss Frye. Mister Frye…but the Captain's orders stand. This is now a military operation and therefore under his jurisdiction."

Whilst the rest of the group backed away, Ethan and Evie scowled at the guards, batting their hands away when a more forceful attempt for them to leave the building was made. Restraining the urge to force their way in, the pair pushed their way past the rest of the group and stormed out of the building.

…..

Meanwhile, in his cell, Jacob rolled over in his bed….sleep eluded him. Shivering slightly due to the cold, Jacob made his way over to the sink and splashed water on his face in an attempt to make him more alert.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Jacob spotted something unusual. "A pass-card?" It lay outside the cell, just within reach, causing Jacob to grin in glee. "I knew you wouldn't let me down Evie."

Stretching his hand through the bars, Jacob was able to grab the card and reach across to the access panel. Upon scanning the card, the door clicked open and Jacob was able to leave. "I wonder what you have planned…" he muttered, glancing up and down the corridor.

He darted to the right, racing down the corridor. However, upon turning a corner, he skidded to a halt…three unconscious bodies lay in the corridor

"Fuck…" cursed Jacob, "…this doesn't look good."

As the guards slowly began to wake up, Jacob sped past them…until he came upon something strange. "My weapons?" he whispered, bending down to attach the hidden blade back to his wrist, re-sheathe the guns/knifes and grab his cane. Next to the weapons was an unknown communicator. Jacob lifted it off the ground and pressed the 'speak button'. "Hello? Who is this? Why are you helping me?!"

Suddenly, a door opened and the senior guard entered….only to take a step back in shock. "What's going on here?!"

Jacob held up his hands, "It wasn't me!"

The guard slammed his hand on an alarm, triggering an immediate lock down. Jacob's eyes grew wide in shock, and despite the warning given by the guard, he continued to race down the corridor.

"The Assassin is escaping! The Assassin is escaping!" he heard the guard cry out into his communicator.

Jacob found himself lost in the endless twists and turns of the corridor. As guards ran up towards him, he darted in the opposite direction, leaping through closing doors.

"He's heading North, up the prison corridor!"

Using skills he'd forgotten about, Jacob flipped and leapt through several closing doors, frantically switching directions when he saw the senior guard at one end of the corridor. Sprinting around another corner, he skidded to a halt when he saw three dead bodies….each with blade injuries to the neck

"Oh come on!" he groaned, "This is not helping me!"

Shots came from behind him, prompting him to continue running, keeping his head low.

"The Assassin has killed three guards. This is now a Code Red. If you see the suspect…shoot to kill."

Evie, who had been driven to the building by Sergeant Fredrick Abberline, came rushing up the corridor. "Belay that order Commander!" she ordered.

"He's killed my men!"

Freddie shook his head in disbelief, "I know Jacob….he would never do anything like this!"

"Then who did?!"

Getting in between the two (who were gearing themselves up for a fight), Evie shushed them. "Quiet….Jacob?! It's me, Evie!

…..

A couple of corridors down, Jacob heard the cry and stopped to try and catch his breath.

"Stop running!" he heard again.

"You can't help me Evie!" he called out, "Someone's setting me up!"

"I believe you Jacob!"

Jacob sighed, shaking his head sadly. "But no-one else will!"

He continued to run.

…..

Evie sighed. "Keep searching until we find him…." She turned to Freddie, "…Freddie, call security. Tell them that we need to search the entire base. NOW!"

As Evie raced in the opposite direction, Freddie opened up his communicator and issued orders to his officers. "Miss Frye has issued an all-points bulletin on her brother, Mister Jacob Frye. He's killed three men and…should be considered armed and dangerous."

…..

"The prisoner was just spotted in the East Wing! Cell block 1-1-2-8-1-1!"

Jacob smirked as the guards ran past his hiding place, dropping down from the ceiling as soon as they were out of sight and earshot. Quietly, he snuck towards the main doors, sneaking through them as a squadron exited the building. The guards had two dogs with them in order to sniff Jacob out….

Hiding behind a column, Jacob winced as one of the dogs sniffed the air and turned in his direction…after a few tense seconds, the dog began to growl and bark, tugging on the leash towards his location.

Quickly, Jacob scaled the column, managing to get to a suitable height just as the guard on the other end of the leash searched behind the column. Seeing that there was no-one there, the guard tugged on the leash. "Come on, there's nobody here!"

From his position, Jacob watched the squadron walk away…however, another squadron left the building and spotted him instantly.

"There he is!" yelled the Commander, "Quick! Stop him! Before he gets to the garage!"

Rolling his eyes, Jacob left to the top of a memorial wall, ducking and dodging as bullets flew past his head. Once at the end of the wall, he leapt off and ran towards the cars in the garage. However, the prison had heavy cannons as a defence system and the cars in front of him were blown up, sending the assassin flying through the air.

Pushing himself off the ground, Jacob quickly spotted the guards running towards him and sped off towards the next best escape route.

"Alright don't lose him…" ordered the Commander into his communicator as Evie and Freddie strode up behind him.

Evie frowned, "What's going on?"

"We've found him. He's heading towards the industrial pipe lines."

"Do not use lethal force! We want him alive!"

Jacob huffed and panted as he continued to dodge bullets, sliding down metal bannisters as he headed towards the large pipes.

….

Evie watched in alarm as guards loaded up powerful guns. "Do not shoot to kill!" she ordered again, desperately, "Do not shoot to kill! Try to box him in and don't let him escape!"

She then switched to the line the guards, who were chasing Jacob, were using. "Tell me what you see."

"He's heading west…" answered a guard over the communicator, "….we've got him now."

….

Jacob was alarmed to see a helicopter above him, lowering as the side door opened and more bullets came flying out at him. Gritting his teeth, Jacob just kept on running…until the walkway in front of him exploded due to a grenade.

Yelling in shock, Jacob was also sent flying off the walkway. Thankfully, he was able to grab onto the metal bars and pull himself up once again. He ran towards some stairs, only to stop in his tracks when he saw a helicopter appear at the top.

"Not so fast Mister Frye!" ordered the pilot.

Jacob tried to go back the way he came, but soon found himself surrounded at all angles. Glancing up he saw his sister on a higher walkway…silently begging her brother to not do anything stupid.

Predictably, Jacob ignored her and used his rope launcher to reach the top of a pipe, where there was a maintenance entrance.

"JACOB!" he heard his sister cry out as he removed the entrance cover, and dropped into the pipe. Using the darkness of the pipes, he was able to remain hidden…until he slipped in the water and fell forwards to his knees.

"Fuck!" he swore as he heard the guards get closer, pushing himself off the ground and continuing on. Thankfully he managed to disappear down a junction, whereas the guards continued on forwards.

Even as he continued to run, Jacob knew that he was being followed still. After a couple of minutes, Jacob found himself at the end of a pipe, that opened up above a busy motorway, often used by lorries and trucks.

"Jacob…"

Jacob span around to see his sister, who was frowning at him.

"….what are you doing?" she asked.

Jacob scowled at her, "You didn't even try to help me!"

"They wouldn't let us in to talk to you!"

"You could of, if you'd tried!"

"And how would that look?! Forcing our way in would have made you look even guiltier!"

"I am not guilty!" yelled Jacob, tears in his eyes as he tried to plead his case.

"Then we have to prove your innocence….the only way we can do that is to go back!"

"I…I don't know who to trust!"

Evie took a step closer, "Listen…I would never let anyone hurt you Jacob. Never! But you need to come back and make your case to the council!"

"No!" growled Jacob furiously, "I'm not going to take the fall for something I didn't do!"

"I am ordering you to place down your weapons and come with me. Now!" She strode closer, "Trust me!"

The sounds of the guards calling out for Evie could be clearly heard, and Jacob backed away. "I do trust you…but you know as well as I do that no-one else will believe me!"

He glanced over the edge of the pipe, to where the lorries sped by underneath. "Evie…" he sighed, "…you need to trust me now!"

"Jacob I do trust you!"

"I know….wish me luck."

Ignoring the guards coming towards them and Evie's furious glare, Jacob leapt off the edge of the pipe and managed to land on top of a lorry, latching on using his hidden blade. Glancing up quickly, Jacob caught a glimpse of Evie's disappointed stare before the lorry disappeared around the corner.

He would clear his name.