a/n: This chapter and the next will focus on Abigail, Jonathan, Ezra and the Frye twins until I catch up on the game. Not even god knows when that'll happen.

It didn't take long before Southwark was liberated. Jacob and Evie stood by the side lines observing the scene before them. Both gangs were anxious and itching for the fighting to start. Evie was with the middle man talking about the terms they were offering Octavia Plumb as Jacob looked over the sea of red trying to find his childhood friend. He felt hopeful when he didn't find her, but he also felt dread. Maybe the rumors were true.

"Dammit today was supposed to be a peaceful day," Abigail said as she paced up and down a nearby alley. "Just a normal day of patrolling!"

Jonathan sighed as he watched his companion. "Instead we are about to engage in a fight!"

"We can always ditch," Jonathan offered, knowing that she wouldn't. Abigail scoffed.

"I know I know," he said before she could say anything. "Loyalty is everything for you."

"Yes, yes it is." She stopped her pacing and left the alley to join the crowd. "I'm not a deserter."

Octavia accepted the Assassin's terms. Reluctantly.

Both Rooks and Blighters waited for the signal. The Rooks were more confident than the Blighters but both gangs were still nervous. It wasn't long before the fighting started.

Jacob and Evie thought along side by side, taking down any Blighter that was in their way. One after the other, the Blighter's fell.

Jonathan grabbed the collar of Abigail's jacket and pulled her down, ducking out of the way as Rooks attacked. They covered each other's backs not letting one or the other fall. They weren't going down.

Jacob grunted as he pushed a Blighter off him. Only a couple Blighters were left standing before Octavia joined the fight. The remaining injured pulled their friends back to safety. The two goons who joined Octavia went down quickly, now it was just her and Evie. Jacob stayed out of the fight letting the two women fight it out as he helped move the injured out of the way.

It wasn't long before Octavia was eliminated.

As the twins climbed their way onto the top of a nearby carriage spectators and Blighters crowded them. The injured stayed behind so as to not aggravate their wounds more.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We are Evie and Jacob Frye! And as of this moment, you all work, for us!"

Cheers and shouts filled the air.

Men and women changed their Blighter red jackets for Rook green ones .Some Blighters were hesitant, some weren't, as a matter of fact they were ecstatic to have the opportunity to leave.

Abigail gritted her teeth as some Rooks took Jonathan from her to check his injuries. Being the stubborn girl she was, she refused their help. "I'm fine, help him."

Jonathan chuckled as he heard his best friend trying to stop the Rooks from helping her. "She's stubborn, ain't she?" One of the Rooks who was helping him stay up asked.

"Yes she is."

After helping the gang get settled in their new strong hold, Jacob set out to find the people Carina told him about. She just gave him names and an address nothing more. Evie gave up on Carina but he wasn't about too.

"Jacob, she isn't going to come back!"

"You don't know that!" the younger twin shouted back as he pulled his coat on. Evie huffed in annoyance, an angry look on her face. She wanted to agree with him badly. But this wasn't the same Carina as before. This wasn't their childhood friend who would sneak out of her home to spend more time with them. She wasn't the person Evie would confide her secret to. No, this Carina was a total stranger. Their Carina died the day her father died.

But her anger was replaced with sadness and pity once she noticed the scared and frantic glim in his eyes. "Let's say if your theory is correct and Carina is hiding with her friends. Who happen to be Blighters. What happens if she joins us Jacob?"

Jacob stopped, holding his breath. "They'll hunt her down, Jacob. Starrick won't let her leave. At least not alive."

He sighed. "I just… I just have to make sure."

So here he was. Standing in front of the building the address led to. He was nervous, but he swallowed that nervousness and knocked on the front door. A sweet old lady opened the door.

"How may I help you, young man?"

"I'm looking for a friend of mine and her friends. Carina Ward?"

The old lady stepped aside and invited the assassin in. "Carina doesn't live here but with the amount of times I've caught her spending the night it might seem like she does."

She led him up a flight of stairs. "But I haven't seen her in awhile. Her friends might be able to tell you more," she said as they arrived on the second floor. Just as she was about to knock on the door it swung open to reveal a man about as tall as Jacob or several inches taller. "Mrs. Harris. I… How may I be of service," he said, a small smile adorning his face.

"Ah, Jonathan. This young man is looking for Carina. Maybe you can help him," Mrs. Harris said.

Jonathan and Jacob made eye contact. Jonathan glared at the assassin for a second before returning his attention to Mrs. Harris. "Of course, ma'am."

Neither of the two said anything as Mrs. Harris left. They didn't address each other until all they could hear was the building creaking and the occasional carriage passing by. Once they knew no one was around Jonathan invited Jacob in the flat. "How can I help you sir."

Jacob looked around the flat. There was nothing special about it, it looked like your average home. Except for the weapons and the green and red jackets laying around. "Sorry for the mess boss. We weren't expecting visitors," Jonathan said as he closed the door. He tugged the bottom of his sleeve as he made his way across the room. "Can I offer you something to drink? A beer? Tea?"

"No, I just needed to talk to you and your friend about something Carina-"

Jonathan scoffed as he picked up the jackets. He paused. "What did she say?"

"She wanted my sister and I to offer you protection from the Blighters in case something happened."

Jonathan sighed as he offered the assassin a seat. "I appreciate what you and your sister are doing, but we don't need your protection. Especially not now since the Rooks took over Southwark."

"Now I don't know your relationship with Carina, but she was my friend, our friend and she ditched us for some prissy high ups. Abigail and I don't want anything to do with her right now."

Jacob went quiet. That confirmed the rumors. Not even a second later Jonathan stood up from his seat across the room and walked towards Jacob. "Where are my manners, I'm Jonathan Atkinson."

He held out his hand at Jacob. The assassin stood up and shook it, "Jacob Frye."

Abigail sighed as Jonathan ran off to some place, leaving her behind at the gang's stronghold. Leaving the gang's signature red jacket behind, she made her way to the training grounds looking for a fight or a quick and bloody spar session. But when she arrived there was a crowd already formed. She was pretty sure if she were outside of the stronghold she would've been able to hear the shouts of cheers and jeers.

She approached the crowd and pushed her way to the front. In the middle of the makeshift ring was a girl around her age fighting one several of the gang members. She was losing, badly. From what Abigail could tell, the new girl could put up a fight. Then she noticed one of the fighters pull out a knife. She gasped as the knife scratched the girl's face. Just as the fighter was going to deliver the final blow, she intervened.

She tackled the girl out of the way, barely missing the knife. "Christ I thought this was a sparring session!" Abigail said, loud enough for those in front to hear. Some more people jumped into the ring and restrained the knife guy when they got the bosses clear.

She glanced down beneath her, the girl pressed a hand to her face, covering the cut while gasping for air. "My bad."

She moved off the girl and helped her up. As she pulled her up she got a better look at the girl. Scrunching her face in confusion, she asked, "How old are you?"

"Thirteen…" she whispered. 'What the fuc…."

"Let's go get that cut cleaned. What's your name? Mine's Abigail, but you can call me Abi."

"Carina… But my friends call me Cari."

"Nice to meet you Carina."

Abigail groaned as she sat up. The same memory had been returning to her as the days passed. She hated how the pain traveled throughout her body. Holding back a cry, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed. The floor was cold and so was the room. She rubbed her eyes, taking in shallow breaths. Once she calmed herself down, she pushed herself off the bed to get ready for the day.

She struggled for a bit but she managed to get dressed without any help. Once she was ready she stumbled over to the bedroom door, softly crashing onto it. Holding back a groan, she swung the door open. Imagine her surprise when she caught her best friend and their new boss having a chat without her. Sighing in annoyance, she approached the duo, knocking the wall a couple times to alert them of her presence.

Jacob stood up in alertness, ready to attack while Jonathan quickly looked up and promptly stood and made his way to Abigail to help her over. "Abigail, Jacob Frye. Jacob, Abigail."

"Good morning, Mister Frye," Abigail said as she curtseyed.

"Jacob is fine," he replied as he offered the girl his seat. Jonathan forced Abigail to sit down as he explained the assassin's presence.

Abigail hummed. "Last I heard of Carina was from one the borough leaders."

Jonathan pulled over another chair for Jacob before he took his own seat. "They had a small party of sorts the other day."

"Said it was for Carina's inauguration to their little cult," Abigail added.

Evie was right. She wasn't going to come back to them. Jacob noticed the anger and sadness in Abigail's eyes. Two emotions not present in Jonathans. "Were you two close to her?"

Abigail looked away from Jacob, avoiding eye contact with him, deciding that the book on the floor next to her was interesting. A small tint of pink on the tips of her ears. Jonathan huffed a laugh as he side eyed his friend. "Sort of. Carina was like a little sister to me. She was only a kid when I met her. Quite the trouble maker if I remember correctly."

Jacob smiled. "That sounds like her alright."

"But these two? Abi and Carina were inseparable."

"No need to dwell on the past," Abigail snapped. "What we had is gone."

Jonathan shrugged. "Whatever you say, your grumpiness."