Lillian ran down the street, narrowly missing half of the people walking, slouching on their way to work, from work or just taking a stroll. The ones that were unavoidable were pushed roughly aside.

That was until someone grabbed her coat from behind, her hood was pulled back nearly taking her with it. She didn't stop as she lifted her arm to hit the one grabbing her, unfortunately as she was doing so she slipped off the curb and onto the cobbles. Losing her balance she fell back into something large and powerful, a horse.

The one holding her hood, still had an iron grip and was not letting go even as she fell, taking the person with her. She felt the floor roughly take the wind from her lungs, a shadow soon loomed over her as the mare angrily raised up on her hind legs.

"Easy girl!" the rider tried to calm her.

Suddenly as the hooves came back down upon the cobbles, Lillian soon found herself being rolled out of the way.

"Bloody hell!" the stranger above her groaned.

"Jacob!" a woman called, skidding to a halt beside them.

"I'm fine," he said while moving his jaw a little. "She got me in the bloody jaw."

"That was reckless," the woman went on, scolding the man. "You could have..."

"I'm fine," he repeated, cutting her off as he now pulled himself to his feet to now look at the woman laying on the floor. "She doesn't look too good though."

Lillian pulled herself up to find the wound on her face had leaked a little blood in the tussle.

"Let me see," the woman now crouched down in front of her.

"It's nothing," Lillian told her, trying to get to her feet.

The woman was having none of it and placed a hand on her shoulder. Lillian looked to her now, seeing her face properly. The expression wasn't too hard, nor all that soft. Her hair was a little past shoulder length, more of a lighter brown than her own with a few stray hairs hanging down the right side of her face. Somewhat of a fringe was swept to one side out of the way. She looked beautiful in comparison, but that was just her thoughts at knowing how disfigured she must look to the woman in front of her.

"I don't need..." she said scornfully, before swaying slightly.

Jacob took note and lifted her up into his arms, one under her back the other under her legs.

"She's dreadfully pale," Evie commented.

"And light as a feather," Jacob added.

"We should head ba..."

"Let her go!" a man now yelled, running to the pair.

Evie ducked a blow directed at her, swung around and took the man's arm to force behind his back slamming him into the wall.

"Who are you?" she now asked as the man grunted, the tip of her hidden blade touching his neck.

"Phillip Evans of the Yorkshire Brotherhood," he introduced himself.

Evie looked to her twin before turning back to the man. "Why did you think it wise to attack us?"

"I-I thought you were Templars. I apologise for my stupid mistake," he sighed heavily, now feeling the blade retract and his arm loosen.

"What's two Yorkshire Assassin's doing here, sightseeing?" Jacob asked. "Especially with her condition."

"It was by pure mistake," the man explained, now rubbing his arm. "We fled..."

"Before we get into anymore, we should take care of her first." Evie pointed out.

"Yes," the man nodded. "Rightly so."

They took her back to the pub she and Phillip were staying, got into an argument over having more staying over, which wasn't true in the least as the twins had their own paid lodgings to head back to, sorted Lillian out and got to talking over a round of drinks Phillip paid for.

"Makes our life look good in comparison," Jacob whistled astonished.

"We wouldn't have ended up here if I hadn't fallen asleep," Phillip sighed. "I landed us in the heart of it all."

"We wouldn't say no to help, but if you feel it better to leave then there's no reason we can't deal with things by ourselves."

"I would have liked to helped, but..." he looked over to his sickly companion. "...I'll do what's best for her."

Evie nodded in acknowledgement.

"We're here now aren't we," Lillian now spoke up from sitting up on the bed.

"You're not going anywhere yet, not in your condition."

"You sound like my fa..." she cut off abruptly, realising her mistake. "Fuck!"

"Lily..."

"I'm starving," she cut him off.

He stood to head for the door. "I'll ask for something to be brought up."

"This yours?" Jacob now asked, looking over a kukri that had a scorpion engraved on it.

Lillian looked over and nodded.

"What's with the scorpion?" he questioned.

"I like them," she shrugged. "And why shouldn't I? I am after all born under the sign."

"As are we," Evie added.

"Ah," Lillian thought with a small smile. "Then I'll watch my sting if you watch yours."

"After today what can I say," Jacob interjected.

"As I recall you were the one who grabbed my hood," she glared at him.

"And as I recall you bumped into me!"

"Enough comparing," Evie calmly broke them up just as Phillip walked back in with a plate of food.

"I see you're feeling well again," he smiled as he set the plate down on the bed. "I could hear you on my way upstairs."

She took the plate and started to eat as Jacob now stood to head out.

"Well we ought to see Kaylock about a train," he hinted to his twin to get up.

Evie stood and followed him out, saying their farewells they headed off.

"If she's joining us, I'd rather work alone." Jacob complained.

"We'll see first," Evie said, paying little mind to her brother.

The pair headed into Blighter territory, getting insults along the way. The Rooks, of which were slowly repopulating were standing by in a small huddle.

"No Kaylock," Jacob frowned.

"He'll be here," Evie acknowledged.

"Well, well, well." A voice taunted the pair from atop of a train carriage.

"Ah, there you are. For a second there I thought..."

The Templar spat on the ground. "You Assassin's always assume."

"You Templar's aren't exactly trustworthy."

The hulking man laughed and beckoned forth his Blighters while dropping to the floor. "Get 'em!"

The Blighters roared with excitement, running in, knives at the ready. The Rooks took charge as well, rushing the hoard of Blighters. Jacob saw his target just up ahead, Kaylock was smirking as he run a Rook through to then merely kick them aside. He was waiting for Jacob, as Jacob had him and only him in his sights.

"I'll kill the Assassin!" a Blighter roared before succumbing to a blade.

Jacob ran through the crowd, eyes set on Kaylock, which meant if anyone got in his way whether it be Blighter or Rook they'd be shoved aside forcefully. He eventually closed in on his target, arm outstretched to hit the man in the face only to have his hand swallowed by the others much larger one. The sound of cracking reached his ears making him cry out, Kaylock smirked wildly until something hit him hard in the side. He cursed loudly, letting go of Jacob's hand to reel round to see the other Assassin just narrowly dodge his punch.

"Jacob!" Evie called out to him.

He pulled and cracked his fingers, flexing them to get them working again.

"You'll pay for that!" he now cursed, swinging his arm round so his fist actually connected with the brutes face.

"Damn!" Kaylock spat, blood now trailing down his chin.

He shook his head to clear his vision, only then getting another hit to the face. This one connected with his brow. Evie struck his knee, sending it sideways with a sickening crack. Kaylock fell to now receive a blade to the throat.

"One down," Jacob huffed while flexing his fingers again before looking to his twin. "You alright?"

She nodded and then looked out at the battle still raging, lifting her fingers to her mouth she let out a loud whistle. The fighting slowed, until eventually everyone realised it was all over.

"Kaylock's dead!" Jacob now announced.

The Blighters were stunned into silence as the Rooks raised their hands in cheer.

"Fuck the Templars!" one spat.

"You have a choice, join us or die here!" Evie warned the Blighters, who were now looking to each other.

A Rook held out his hand to a downed woman, who scowled but took it.

"Clean up and we'll have a uniform for you," a newly appointed Rook base leader now told her to then turn to the others. "Well, what of you?"

The Blighters threw down their knives, ripped off their coats and shook the hands of those that best them, getting a pat on the back and a promise of a round of drinks.

"Well?" Jacob now teased his twin.

"Well what?" she scowled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well what do you think to my amazingly growing gang?" he asked. "If I recall you were against it."

"Don't let it go to your head," she scolded him.

He snorted. "Like I'd ever."

xXx

"You want to stay and help?" Phillip pressed.

"What other purpose will I serve otherwise?" she asked annoyed. "Retire? Settle down? Find myself a working husband, stay home nursing a swollen belly with brats already getting under my feet, screaming and crying! I think not."

Phillip sighed heavily. "I didn't...never mind."

She stopped combing out her messy plait wth her fingers and looked to him. "What?" she asked sternly.

"It's nothing," he sighed. "Leave it be."

"I hate when you start something, then cut off. It really annoys me."

"Alright!" he snapped. "You're stupidly reckless! You could have got yourself killed many times. I just wish you'd stop and think about those that care for you."

"Damn it, Phillip." She sighed. "I'm not interested in a relationship."

"I guess Alice was different," he huffed.

"She was a dear friend! Whom I've had no other choice but to leave behind."

"I've looked out for you for years and that's how you treat me. You push me aside to fuck a woman you call your 'dear friend'."

Lillian turned paler.

"Damn!" Phillip sighed heavily. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by what I said. It just..."

Lillian shook her head and stood.

"Lillian," he looked to her.

"I'm tired," she softly told him.

Phillip cursed inwardly, he knew it would never have worked out in his favour. Nothing ever worked out in his favour with his big mouth.

"I..uh...I've made up my mind. I'll be heading out the city tomorrow, don't know where I'm heading though. I suspect you're staying."

There was a slight pause and Phillip wondered if Lillian would respond.

"I said I was," she softly replied and he left it at that.

Come morning Phillip was surprised to see Lillian had left before dawn, she'd cleaned up the mirror shards and bandages and left him some extra money for the room and food.

"Well I better get going. I have nothing for me here, maybe there's someone waiting for me somewhere possibly."

He took up the money and headed downstairs, giving the barkeep the extra for the broken mirror. Paid the boy a good amount to get him some normal clothes to ease himself out of the city, and headed on out of there without any problems.

xXx

"Got ourselves a train hideout," Jacob smiled broadly as the pair now headed inside.

He looked at the crap Kaylock had left them with, picked up a book and threw it over his shoulder, accidently hitting a nosey Rook on the head.

"I need a word with ye," a woman snapped, until realising two strangers now stood in the car with her. "Who are ye?"

"Oh, we're nobody important."

"Evie Frye," the older twin greeted. "And my brother Jacob."

"Ah, the Assassin's Kaylock was going on about. So, I guess I've got to leave now."

"That's completely up to you," Evie told her.

"You pay better than scraps?" the woman asked.

"Of course not," Jacob teased, getting a grin from his twin. "We have a policy to not pay those who work for us."

"Ignore him," Evie smiled.

"Then me introduce myself, I'm Agnes McBean and this is Bertha. Poor girl could do with a lick of paint and new interior."

"You can say that again," Jacob huffed throwing crap all over the floor.

"A train of all things," they heard from behind them.

Jacob turned with a face like thunder. "Which belongs to me and Evie."

Agnes coughed to let him know she came with the package as well.

"And her of course," he added.

"Jacob," Evie elbowed him.

"What?" he scowled. "She didn't lift a finger to help."

"Doesn't bother me," Lillian shrugged, wondering if going with Phillip would have been a better plan.

"She's got lodging with her friend," he went on.

"Phillips left," she sighed.

Evie looked to her.

"We had a small spat and he decided it was best to leave here."

"Good man," Jacob playfully smiled, getting jabbed in the ribs. "Evie!"

"You can take the third car," Evie pointed out and Lillian nodded her appreciation.

Heading in to the third car, she found it to have a small bar and a booth with a long bench beside it.

"Better than the lodgings, free booze." She smiled, grabbing a glass to fill.