The Assassins and The Dimension Travelers

By Trinity Pandora Kat

Chapter 11

Samantha hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep, nor did she recall anyone shackling her limbs again. She was still in a dark room, no windows and no James or Nicholas. She was also no longer with a chair, she was on the floor with a thin and itchy blanket draped over her. Her ankles had chains on them, her wrists were tied again; at least they were in front of her rather than behind her. She was still dressed in her uniform, which was a good and welcoming sign that nothing happened while she was out.

A small, involuntary whine escaped her throat, why did she feel so sluggish? Why did her stomach hurt? And why did she feel something stuck in her throat? She tried to clear it by coughing, it felt like her lungs were congested as something did come out. She didn't know what and she was far too tired to process anything like taste or texture.

Although weak and still fighting her drowsiness, Samantha strained her ears to listen for anything around her. She managed to vaguely hear soft footsteps and some shuffling, past that there was nothing. There were some quiet chirps outside the room, was it morning? She didn't know how long she was out but, she was willing to bet it had been a while.

She should feel worried, the fact that she wasn't progressively waking up like she usually would should have set off alarms in her head. The fact she was so weak to the point that she couldn't even keep her head up should have given her adrenaline; the pain, the congestion, just anything at all given her circumstances! But, there was nothing. She felt nothing.

Her mind slowly started to fade back into darkness, whatever energy she had was fleeting fast and left her to succumb back into a dreamless slumber. The only thought she had before she passed to again was a prayer for her friends to find her. And this was coming from the least religious person that didn't fall into the atheist category.

Starrick threw a bottle of wine at the wall, the younger man who acted as his messenger ran out of the room in fear. His Samantha was stolen, taken away by Maxwell Roth to an unknown location. Lucy was the one who found out; she noticed Roth's obsession with Jacob Frye and soon, out of annoyance, cornered a Blighter. Through promises of a slow and violent death, she was told of the young girl's capture and association with the male Frye.

He roared as he kicked his oak desk, forcing it to move only a small bit. He had figured that, at some point, Roth would try to act on his own, he easily saw how disinterested the deranged man had become since the Assassins' arrival. However, kidnapping his love was crossing the line and Starrick was already seething from the loss of Pearl.

"I see you've gotten my message." Lucy stated as she entered the room, not remotely bothered by his behavior. Although she did despise the mess he created, Lucy heavily preferred a clean room over this. "I suppose Roth must be eliminated?"

"The bastard, he will be dealt with once I have Samantha removed from his grasp." Starrick informed her rather coldly, his demeanor was incredibly different than when Pearl had been found dead. He was more collected with the news of the woman's demise, until that one foot soldier disrupted his grief. "What is your progress on the Shroud?"

"I'm certain I have discovered it's location, I still wish to keep looking in case this may be another false hope." She saw the strange glint in his eye, the Shroud was not a first priority to Starrick so long as Samantha was in trouble. "Starrick, if I may so speak my mind, the girl is a companion of Jacob and Evie Frye. That makes her an enemy to our Order, does it not?"

Starrick angrily turned on Lucy, furious at the question that doubled as a accusation toward his love. "You are to concern yourself with the location of the Shroud, only that and nothing else."

Lucy Thorne never feared Starrick, his attempts to intimidate her when they first met only sparked her defiance and gave her courage to reject his offers. However, seeing the rage etched on his face, she felt fear for the first time.

Wishing to be rid of her presence, Starrick waved his hand at her in dismissal. "You are dismissed, Ms. Thorne."

Unable to say or do anything else, she humbly nodded her head and made haste back to her carriage. She truly believed that Starrick was only wasting his time with that girl; ever since Samantha came into his life everything had become a secondary priority. Perhaps that was because she was not within his grasp, like Pearl was. Maybe if she belonged to him by law, his sights would return to where they belonged. However, she would not concern herself with that matter, she was close to unveiling the Shroud location and finishing off the twins. That was her only concern.

Starrick watched her leave, he didn't care if Samantha was associated with the assassins, she was his and his alone. She could be brought back to reason, to see the error in the Assassins' ways, and then he would make sure she was never touched again. And he didn't dare to think that Jacob could have already put his filthy paws on her or deflowered his beloved. Even if Samantha didn't appear to like those whores, he had heard that the male assassin was quite the charmer.

"Grandmaster?" A lower ranked templar entered the room hesitantly, fearing his leader was still in a froth. "Do we have orders?"

Starrick nodded, he griped the edge of the desk in an attempt to calm himself. He was letting his emotions interfere with his rationality, he could not allow himself fall to savagery. "I want to know where Roth is keeping her and I want her brought here."

The Templar nodded his head, straightening his posture like he should as a soldier. "We'll do what we can, and the Assassins?"

"Inform the Earl of this, he has access to guards. Mr. Twopenny has all he can get already. Roth cannot know that we are aware of his betrayal."

The lower ranked Templar nodded and took his leave, passing along the Grandmaster's orders to the rest. The sounds of hurried steps and chattering was distant and calming to the Grandmaster.

Starrick, now alone, let his shoulders sag as he glanced at a small photo of Pearl. He truly loved her, he still wished she had accepted his proposal long ago. She was beautiful, smart, and just perfect in every way. Now, she was gone. However, that was the past and in the present, Samantha was in danger and he needed to get her before either Roth kills her or the assassins find her.

He needed her back, she was his world, his light. She was his everything, whether she wanted to be or not. If he had to lock her in a cage, threaten the lives of those she loved, or even kill those who potentially could win her heart, he would do so. He would make her his love, his wife, his equal.

Jacob noticed the bags under Zenin's eyes as she returned, no doubt she was tired and irritable from failing and dealing with men. He made a point to keep away, deciding that he wouldn't speak to her until tomorrow morning. Although, that didn't stop her from yelling at him for staying at home all day instead of searching for Samantha. Jackie and Christina had to assure her that Evie forced Jacob to stay, not that it was of his own choice to be home.

Jackie, as a part of the dreaded sense of paranoia, had spent the whole day fretting over everything, making sure the doors were secured and whatnot. Jacob often had to check out certain affairs going on outside because Jackie felt unsafe. While it wasn't wrong for her to act this way, Jacob would have preferred that he spent his day off actually relaxing rather than being called over several times to investigate a blowing leaf.

Henry had, also, popped in from time to time to check on Jacob and the two girls. While he claimed that he did so out of concern, Jacob knew that it was Evie who sent him. No doubt she had little faith in him and his ability to take orders from her. It was during one of those visits that Henry informed Jacob that Evie had met with Lucy Thorne and finally finished the woman off. Admittedly, Jacob wasn't too sure that was a good thing.

"So, your equal is dead?" Jacob asked as soon as Evie entered the room, her shoulders were slouched and her expression was dark. He hadn't seen this kind of behavior in Evie before. "Imagine you still got nothing on the Shroud."

"Took it to her grave." Evie sighed, taking a seat on the edge of Jacob's bed. Her once neatly braided hair was disheveled and her breathing was just a touch ragged, he would have to fix her hair next time. "No doubt she passed it along to Starrick before our final confrontation."

"Aye, aye." He teased, knowing how defeated his sister must feel from not gaining anything with Lucy Thorne's death. He, on the other hand, had already figured that would end up being the case. There was no way Lucy would just give up all that valuable information to Evie, her enemy, not when there were others who would continue her legacy. She was not stupid like their past targets, those who gave them all the information they needed to calculate their next step.

"She was a clever one, you did sleep right?" She asked, she had Henry check on him but, she just wanted to be sure. Jacob was a terrible liar and, even though she knew he stayed home, he could have still tried something. It was Jacob after all, the man was not one to sit still.

"Yes, I did." Jacob nodded, partially offended that Evie didn't trust him. Her lack of trust was not that big of a deal at the moment though. "What about Roth? Did anyone hear from him?"

Evie shook her head, "No but, Lucy made mention that the Grandmaster will have Samantha and the Shroud in due time."

Jacob tensed, why would Lucy know anything about Samantha? And to add to the confusion, why did she bring it up to Evie? No one should have known about them, minus Roth. "Did she say why that might be?"

Evie shook her head again, "She did not, however we could guess that he knows about her and us. Why else would she tell me this?"

Jacob put his head down, Evie was right and no doubt that meant the Templars were looking for her. Chances were, the Templar had more resources and men at his disposal than they did. Not to mention his men would be able to rotate throughout the time they would be looking. The Grandmaster's chances of finding her were far greater than theirs.

It filled him with a sense of urgency, he didn't want her to end up permanently in Starrick's care. Just thought of what could happen to her under no supervision and behind closed doors almost had him rush off the train. In fact, if it wasn't for Evie being with him now then, chances were, he would have done so without a second thought.

"Don't be reckless, Jacob Frye." Evie warned her younger twin, seeing something formulate in his eyes. "If they find her, she might be safer with them."

He wasn't too sure about that, he had seen the way Starrick was with Samantha during their outings. Starrick also was without Pearl to be his primary lover, he might try to force Samantha to fill that role. And taking into consideration that this is Samantha, she would put herself in danger with her defiant ways. Still, Jacob didn't voice his concern to Evie as he felt Evie wouldn't exactly understand.

"I think I shall rest a bit, need to be ready for tomorrow." Jacob gave his sister a strained smile, he wasn't good at hiding his emotions with Evie. They could read each other very well, no matter how hard they tried to keep their inner thoughts a secret. "Don't worry, I understand what you want from me."

Evie, although not quite believing that Jacob was surrendering to her, bowed her head slightly before leaving the carriage. She knew from that moment what Jacob truly felt for Samantha, the longing he had for the young girl. It was sad to see the desperation in Jacob's eyes, the desire to have her there in his arms was evident in those dark orbs.

Jacob would do anything to get Samantha, she knew that very well and he would act soon. Far sooner than she would like but, she had no say in that. She could only hope he didn't mess everything up for his love.

Jacob waited for Evie to leave before making sure he had all of the proper necessities for his little hunt. He was still certain that Samantha was somewhere outside of London, he had to see for himself that his theory was right or not.

He couldn't leave just yet though, he would wait until he was sure Evie was asleep or at least locked in her own carriage. Then, he would make a run for it. He had already checked the train schedule, there was one leading toward the countryside around ten and another coming back into London by five in the morning. That would give him more than enough time to search for the brunette and then return without anyone noticing. Well, that's what he would hope at least, should his instinct lead him astray.

Evie entered the lounge part of the train, greeted by Henry who was brewing her a cup of tea. She was exhausted from her 'adventure filled' day and the stress of searching for Samantha only added to her headache. The Rooks had been there a few hours ago, their mess was in the process of being cleaned by Nigel elsewhere.

"I take it he's being himself?" Henry weakly smiled at the older twin. "You mustn't be too rough on him, Miss Frye. He's a fool in love."

Evie was just a smidge surprised by the statement, she had already come to realize that she was the last to know about the two. It was more of the fact that it seemed odd for Henry to speak that way. "I suppose, that doesn't excuse his lack of structure though. Not to mention that this a rather dire situation for Samantha; one wrong move could be what will send her to the grave."

Henry tilted his head toward the roof, "Perhaps, or we could take a page from his book, as the girls so often say."

Evie, who had her head hung down, peaked up just slightly. What madness was the exiled Assassin going on about? Jacob's methods were chaotic and caused immediate problems before doing anything good or beneficial.

"Roth said that Ms. Thorne was the primary target since she often kept an eye on the different branches." Henry reasoned, he was reorganizing the shelves as he waited for the tea to finish brewing. "However, the deaths of the other two would cause a sort of disruption in society that will put us in Roth's favor."

Evie let out a small chuckle, very similar to the one she gave when she and Jacob first ran away to London. "You believe that, by causing a potential collapse in modern society-"

"Their demise will not cause a collapse in society, not so long as you are there to fix it." He reminded her, giving her a knowing smile. "You're not letting him work alone, work together as a team. The two of you always functioned better that way."

Evie was taken back by that, she hadn't ever thought that could be possible as the duo were notably polar opposites. In fact, their first real mission for the Brotherhood was done at the same time yet, separately. Then she thought about it; yes, the assassinations of Rupert Ferris and Sir David Brewster were committed at different times but, in terms of technicality, it was one mission they completed together. The mission was to eliminate the two Templars, they merely just picked who went after who.

"I also overheard you say that Starrick is now looking for Samantha, the chaos that would cause a distraction." Henry poured Evie a cup and placed it in front of her with a look that told her to consider his idea. Henry was only exiled from the Indian Brotherhood because of his inability to kill; his intellect was quite envied and was the only thing that kept him with the Brotherhood.

Evie eyed Henry, to agree with such absurd ideas went against her nature of precision and delicacy. Yet, she could not deny that the madness could work in their favor if done so with some sense of control. "Very well, we shall speak with Jacob tomorrow morning. If he's here when the sun comes."

Henry shrugged, "I think he'll be here, maybe not right away."

Evie gave a small laugh, Jacob was amazingly predictable at this point and sometimes she wondered how no one else realized that yet. Perhaps it was because of his dazzling good looks and charisma, the very thing their father once angrily told him wouldn't get him anywhere. "I see, I suggest you make a full plan out of this little idea. If all of us work together, keep Jacob in check, and play the part correctly, then I think I should owe my brother an apology."

Henry let out a laugh and continued to sip on his tea, never in his life had he met such interesting characters. Life in India had been so strict and, being without siblings, Henry only had Ethan Frye and his mother as someone he was able to connect with back then. That was probably why he liked being in London, there were so many people who were different from him. And upon being acquainted with Ethan's children, he was actually taken by surprise with their differences. Ethan was very much a strategic and business-like man while Evie and Jacob were not quite the same. Evie was the closest to being like her father, although not quite like him.

"I'm going to bed, I have a feeling Jacob's going to be giddy tomorrow."

"I feel that, with the past couple days, he has every right to be." Henry smiled warmly to the older twin, "I bid you good night Miss Frye."

"And goodnight to you too." Evie smiled back and shyly headed to her bedroom. Maybe she shouldn't be so critical about Jacob's love life when she wasn't doing so good with her own. In fact, he probably was being more successful in his romantic endeavor than herself. In a way, she was kind of jealous of him.

Jacob always had it easy when it came anything romantic or sexual, he was considered handsome by many girls and his confidence and silver tongue pretty much turn bent everyone to his will. Even men had a hard time keeping their ground when it came to Jacob, she had heard a couple of times where Jacob seduced some men into doing his bidding. And there were times when she felt that, if given an opportunity, Jacob would take another man to his bed. She had noticed the way he would glance at both sexes, he was always curious about everything and must have at one point wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man.

Evie shook her head, her romantic life was pitiful and Jacob could attest to her few heartbreaks during their teen years. She wasn't an easy woman to impress, she had suitors within the Brotherhood although her father had taught her the purpose of proper breeding within their kind. Those ideals left her rather standoffish and yet hopeful, much to her dismay later on. Now that she thought about her father's teachings, Evie could see the flaws and could guess that he drilled that into her head because he disapproved of those chasing after her. Jacob had once told her so and received a whack upside his head from their father.

With a long tired sigh, Evie laid down on her bed and winced when she heard a small pop from her back. Must have exerted herself with that final confrontation with Lucy Thorne. She was still upset over gaining nothing from the blasted woman, Lucy was still a major annoyance to the female Assassin even in death.

There was too much going on in her head, too much had already happened and she needed her rest. Never had life been this complicated, the mission use to be so simple until those four girls came into their lives. Not that Evie hated them for it, she still felt Jacob was the one responsible for all the shenanigans that has come up lately.

Evie thought back to Jacob telling her that he'd become a Master Assassin with his relentlessness, what was left of the Creed would surely perish under his command. Then again, with Samantha to keep him in check, maybe he'd make a great mentor. The young girl wasn't doing so bad under his watch, albeit she was far more stealthy than he was. Not to mention his choice in recruiting Zenin and Samantha wasn't bad at all.

Of course, she wasn't going to admit that part as she didn't was it going to his head. Maybe she was being too harsh with her younger brother, his methods were not the greatest but his intent was clear. She should apologize after this whole mess is over.

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