Chapter 4

To say that Will Curtis was angry did not quite do it justice. He was livid. Storming into his room he slammed the door behind him. Once inside he began to pace up and down. He did not lose. He never lose, that was his fight club. He did not get beaten in his fight club, especially not by some punk who thought he was the bee's knees. Moving over to the window Will looked to the window, he watched as the morning sun slowly broke over the top of the surrounding houses. In the distance he could see the pub where, he guessed, Jacob Frye would still be celebrating that win.

"Mark my words Assassin. I am going to bring you down."

Will clenched his fists, he knew who Jacob Frye really was and he was determined to use that against him. He knew how to bring the Assassin down and he vowed to do just that.

Jacob had been smirking all day, he couldn't help it. He really couldn't. He was just rather pleased with himself. His mood meant that all the comments that his father had made about him and his lack of, in his words, respect for the ways of an Assassin were met with a simple smirk. Jacob sat back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head and legs on the table. He gazed at his sister, who was perusing the books on the shelf. The two were currently sat in the study where they were studying, well they were supposed to be studying. Jacob was too busy gloating about his victory to himself and Evie was searching for something.

"You know Evie, today is a great day. It really is a great day." Jacob said, grinning.

"Yes I know." Evie replied, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading, "This is the fourth time you've told me."

Jacob swung his legs down from the table as he sat up straight looking at his twin.

"You should have seen the way the guy looked when I punched him in the face for the sixth time. Priceless Evie."

"There are other ways to settle problems you know."

Jacob rolled his eyes, "Yeah if we had it your way then we'd all be sat round a table having a healthy debate right."

He knew what the look his sister gave him meant. For a moment, there was silence as Evie continued to skim through the book and Jacob continued to relive the fight of the previous night. Evie ran her finger down the list of names in the current book she was holding.

"What was the name of the guy you beat up last night?" Evie asked, after a few minutes.

Opening his mouth Jacob made to speak, but he closed it again. That was a very good question.

"Really?" Evie said, raising an eyebrow.

Jacob just grinned at her in a oh-so-innocent way.

"So you punch someone in the face and don't care to remember his name afterwards."

"You said it sister, I was too busy punching him in the face." Jacob saw the look he was being given, "Ok ok, his name was Will something or other. Why do you even care?"

"I could have sworn that I have heard that name before." Evie replied, turning back to the book shelf.

As she returned the book she was holding back to the shelf and ran her finger along the other books she once again mentally kicked herself. She remembered everything... always. Everything Father told them she remembered. But she could not remember that boy's last name even though he'd met them only last night. If those stupid creepy man hadn't been so creepy then perhaps she'd be able to remember the name. It was hard to say why but something was telling her that whatever that boy's last night was it was important. She could not exactly say why but something told her that something was not right here. But she would find out, she was determined to. The door to the study opened to reveal Ethan Frye.

"Come." He said, "Time for combat training."

Sat from a short distance Ethan gazed upon his children as they sparred. He observed the two different fighting styles which his children were displaying. He noted how Jacob was more aggressive in his moves whereas Evie was more cunning and tried to strike where Jacob would least expect it. Although as he watched, Ethan had to admit that Jacob seemed to have much more fighting experience. He just seemed to be more confidence and comfortable in combat then Ethan expected. The way he moved seemed to suggest that maybe he'd had some real combat experience. Although Ethan could not understand how or why. The only time the twins were in combat was when they were training. So how could Jacob be as confident as he was? He continued to ponder over this until his attention was drawn to the man who'd just sat down beside him.

"Afternoon Ethan."

"Afternoon George."

George Westhouse watched the young Frye children for a moment before speaking. He watched the way both twins fought, they had definitely improved in their combat skills since the last time he had seen them.

"They seem to be getting a lot better in combat."

Ethan made a noise of agreement, "Jacob seemed far to comfortable there. More then I expect him to be."

"Well he has always been the more adventurous of the two. Perhaps he has just been getting more practice."

"But from where George, they do not fight apart from during training and under my supervision."

George looked over, he watched Jacob more closely this time. He did seem far to comfortable in combat, more then a normal Assassin recruit. But Jacob had always been stronger then his twin and now that they were getting older perhaps it was just that. Maybe he was getting strong far quicker then his sister which explained him sparring with apparent ease.

"I just have a feeling that something isn't right." Ethan continued, "I'm sure they are both up to something but I do not know what."

"Why not just ask them?"

Ethan gaze his friend a look, "Have you met my children?"

The pair laughed before Ethan looked back over to his children. As he watched he caught a glimpse of Evie's face and something pulled at his heart. Evie had inherited her mother's features and in that moment with the expression she had pulled was the spitting imagine of her mother. Cecily. What would she say if she was still here? If something really was going on with his children then he had to find out what. Although he knew that they were capable of handling themselves, due to their Assassin training, they were still young and more naïve then either of them were prepared to admit. He may be raising them to be skilled killers but he had a duty to protect them until they reached the point where they could easily handle themselves. He knew that Cecily would never forgive him if he failed to protect them. He had already failed them by abandoning them whilst they were young, there was so much he'd missed. But he would not fail them now, he had to find out what was going on. For Cecily.

"I need you to follow my children George." Ethan said, "They will know if I try to follow them, they are far too cunning for their own good."

George nodded "I will."

"But don't let them see you or they will get suspicious."

George nodded, "Don't worry. They will never know that I'm watching."

Unbeknownst to Jacob when he left the house that evening to continue his celebrations there were two people watching him. Two people with very different intentions. Whilst one's intentions were purely to protect. The other was not. The other person had not kind intention towards Jacob at all. Both sets of eyes watched as Jacob met up with his closest friend and headed towards the pub. Both saw Jacob drinking the night away. Up on the roof opposite the pub, George Westhouse settled down to wait for Jacob to emerge. Whilst Will Curtis, who was hidden round the corner from the pub, smirked. Little to Jacob know that he was about to bring hell down on that Assassin-to-be's head. He would regret the day that he beaten him in that fight. Nobody messed with the Curtis family. That was something that Jacob would soon learn. Now it was just time to wait, wait for the right moment to strike. Little did Jacob know, all hell was about to break loose.