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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"Upon further investigation, there can be no doubt that the guards who were killed, were murdered by none other than Jacob Frye himself…" stated Captain Tarko on the screen within the main council-room, "…he persuaded the guard outside the door to let him out of the cell, before killing him….a snapped neck. He then went on to murder five other guards during his escape."
Ethan sighed wearily, shaking his head. "I don't believe that my son could have fallen so far…" he pleaded with Malik and Altair.
"The beliefs of the Assassin council are irrelevant!" ordered the Captain, his eyes flickering to the members of the young Assassin team in the doorway, "…we deal with facts and evidence, and the evidence all points to Jacob Frye being behind the attacks on the Assassin Temple and the murder of the officers in the prison! He will be dealt with!"
With that, the Captain switched off the video, leaving the council-room in shocked silence.
"Evie…" sighed Giovanni Auditore, "…was there no way to stop your brother before he escaped? "
The young Assassin's moved into the middle of the room, with Evie leading. "No Master Auditore…" she whispered, still in shock herself.
Altair stared at the group, "We believe that Jacob….may be guilty of the crime. Do you all still believe that he is innocent, despite the evidence?"
Ezio stepped forwards at this point, "We've all talked about it. We don't believe that he killed the guards or the woman responsible for the explosion in the Assassin Temple…that's why he's running. To prove his innocence! He was like that when we were children….until he could prove it wasn't him who broke the vase or ate the cookies, or until someone confessed, Jacob would go and hide somewhere."
"Now he's probably in the rougher areas of town…" stated Malik "…with his skills, he will be hard to find."
Altair nodded, "We'll send two teams. The young Assassins will make up one team, and Ethan will lead another team of older assassins and some guards."
"No…" interrupted Malik, "…I think another team of older assassins should replace the younger assassins…this case is too personal to them. Having them involved may make things…worse. Haytham should lead the other team."
Connor seemed displeased with this, "Master Malik, with all due respect, he is our friend!"
"Which is exactly why you shouldn't go!"
"I think it would be foolish to keep this group off of the mission…" mused Haytham, "…who knows him better than his twin sister and closest friends?"
Malik clearly disagreed, "They're emotionally tied to him….probably too emotional to do what needs to be done."
At this point, Edward (who had recently returned from a mission, only to be met with chaos) stepped forwards. "We would rather capture Jacob and try and find out the truth, than let him run because of a lie!"
Altair frowned "You all will have to prove to us that you can remain focused….can you?"
Glancing at his friends, Arno nodded. "We've already alerted security in that area to be on the look-out for Jacob."
"Go then..." ordered the Grandmaster, "….and bring back this lost student…before it's too late."
"Yes Grandmaster." Answered the group, leaving the council room….and missing the sad look exchanged by Altair and Malik.
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"Connor…."
Connor, who had been packing a small bag of essentials before going on the search mission, span around to see his mother in the doorway.
"Ista…I'm sorry, I can't stay long."
Ziio nodded, "I know….we've all heard the news of Jacob. Do you believe that he's guilty?"
Sighing, Connor shrugged. "I don't know….I want to believe that he's innocent, but the evidence all points to him betraying the Creed."
"What does your heart tell you?"
"…I don't know." He glanced over at a picture of his Mother and Father, and sighed. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Be with him…with Father, knowing that he's done so much against the Creed as a Templar."
Ziio sighed softly to herself, "Because I've seen the good in him, I knew that he was a good man…he didn't have to save me from the mugger that night we met, but he did. And then he helped me get the man and his gang arrested….wanting nothing in return."
"Except you…."
"I made the first move….your Father was too shy to do anything but stare at me. He didn't ask for anything in return for saving me, he was selfless that way."
Connor sighed, "I still don't understand….but you trust him, so I know I should do the same."
"And maybe…." Ziio strode closer to her son, and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, "….you should trust Jacob as well. You two were the best of friends growing up….do you really believe that he would betray us?"
"No…but somebody has. Somebody seems to have framed Jacob, and catching him may be the only way to solve all of this."
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Jacob strode through the streets, keeping his head down and making sure his hat covered his eyes. Once he was in a relatively clear area, Jacob pulled out the communicator….he wanted to call one of his friends, but knew that he couldn't trust them not to turn him in.
Sighing he called the person he felt he could trust at this point, "Shay…" he whispered into the communicator, "…Shay, it's me Jacob."
/Jacob? I'm very glad you're safe…\\
"Safe…" Jacob glanced around, "…but on the run."
/Where?\\
"I can't tell you….but someone is definitely trying to frame me."
/It's not safe for you to contact me using the Assassin communication link…find some other way to contact me\\
"I will."
/In the meantime, I'll do some digging and see if I can find out anything to help you on my end.\\
"Thank you Shay…"
/Be safe.\\
Jacob quickly closed the communication, his eyes falling on a nearby homeless guy who was drinking heavily. As he strode over, Jacob destroyed the communicator and knelt in front of the drunken man.
"Hey buddy…" he whispered, "…you hungry?"
"Yeah?"
Jacob grinned and pulled some bread he had bought out of his pocket, "Let's make a trade…"
The guy snatched the bread out of his hand eagerly, before giving Jacob a suspicious look. "What do you want?"
"Your coat."
Minutes later, Jacob made his way to the bus station in a tatty, hooded coat. When on the bus, he was alarmed to see guards making their way up the carriage.
"Passes please. Passes please."
Jacob groaned silently, moving towards the door, hoping that it would open before they reached him. When the bus stopped, he thought he was in luck….until the doors opened and he almost walked into three more guards.
Taking a step back in shock, his face was clearly on show.
"It's him!" cried out one of the men, springing Jacob into action. Using a bar, he swung and kicked the guards back out of the bus just as the doors closed again. He then ran up the bus, towards the front, knocking over people and leaping over seats.
"Grab him!" cried out one of the guards…and one citizen did.
Quickly, Jacob forced the man's arm behind his back and pushed him towards the guards in a desperate attempt to slow them down. However a guard leapt on top of him, pushing him onto a seat…but Jacob would not be captured so easily.
He pushed the guard away and clung onto a top bar, kicking two more guards away, giving him the chance to get away. As the bus slowed down, Jacob forced the doors over and leapt out, almost knocking over an old lady.
"Watch where ya going brat!" she yelled, as Jacob held up his hands in apology.
"There he is!"
Jacob span around to see more guards, causing him to sprint over some lifts. Just as he entered the lift, bullets flew at him, frying the controls.
"Not good…" groaned Jacob, as the controls spluttered and sparked…before sending the lift careering down. As the lift shot down, he heard a whimpering from beside him. Glancing over, he saw a small boy…who was trembling in fear.
Wincing, Jacob tried to smile at the child. "Don't worry little guy….I'll get us out of this. I'll find a way out…" He used the side of the lift to clamber up to the top exit, "Maybe I can unlock this…" he muttered, ignoring how the boy yelled at him.
Suddenly the lift came to a screeching halt, causing Jacob to fall to the lift floor. In shock, he stared at the boy…who just pointed at the lifts buttons. "Buttons…make it stop."
Jacob chuckled at this, "I-I guess I'm not on my game this evening…." He strode over the glass and shattered it, using the rope launcher to help him and the boy reach the ground. The boy's mother rushed over in relief.
"Thanks kid…." Jacob whispered, "…I owe ya one."
He then put the hood back up and continued on through the streets….unaware he was being watched.
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Sergeant Frederick Abberline sighed as he drove the Assassin team through the poverty stricken area of town. "Police in this area claimed to have seen Jacob near Chillian Street…"
"Alright. Let's bring him home." Ordered Evie.
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Jacob leapt over a low wall that separated an alleyway from the main street. Stepping over rotten food and empty take-away packages, he made his way up the alleyway. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground as two muscular thugs pinned him down, with one even placing a knife to his throat.
"Well, well, well…" cooed a cultured accent as someone came closer, "….I didn't believe it when I first heard it, but it must be true. The police have issued a very large reward for your scruffy little head…."
Someone stepped into Jacob's vision…someone all too familiar.
"…And I'm going to be the one to collect." Chuckled Maxwell Roth, clicking his fingers for his two thugs to lift Jacob to his feet.
Maxwell Roth was a known associate of Crawford Starrick, a powerful Templar. He and Jacob had met a year earlier, when Roth tried to trick Jacob into doing some tasks for him….it was only thanks to his friends and twin sister that Jacob resisted the urge and turned the older man down.
"Roth!" growled Jacob, struggling in their grip, "It was you wasn't it?! You were the one behind all this, and you were the one who framed me!"
Roth frowned, "I don't know what you're talking about my dear."
"Yes. You. DO!" Relaxing slightly in the thug's grip, Jacob sneered at the older man, "So what are you now? A bounty hunter? A bit of a step down from Starrick's pet!"
Not rising to the base, Roth shrugged and smirked. "Maybe…but it's easy money." He clicked his fingers, ordering the thugs to start walking
Eventually, Jacob was led to a busy courtyard. "You think you can just hand me over…" he grunted, "…and you'll what? Get a pat on the back? You're a known Templar and murderer…..they'll have us both in jail before you can even say your name!"
"I don't have to hand you directly over to the Assassins…." Chuckled Roth, "…I can hand you over to the guards and still get the reward money. I'm going to get that money whether you're dead or alive."
Jacob chuckled at this, "Ha! Good luck…despite what you hear, I'm still an assassin."
"I'm afraid the other Assassin's no longer see it that way."
Jacob paused, "I hate to admit it, but I think you're right….which is why I'm going to need your help."
"…In what universe do you think I would ever help you?!"
"A traitorous assassin tried to blow up the Assassin Temple, and framed me for that crime and other killings." Explained Jacob, twisting his head so he could look at Roth.
Roth just chuckled, "Hmmmm, so the Assassins aren't as noble as they lead us to believe."
"I know Starrick once tried to have you killed…." Sighed Jacob, "….I know he betrayed you. What if one of his new….favourites is an Assassin? What if they're responsible for framing me? I've been betrayed just like you…I hate to admit it, but we have a lot more in common than you think.""
Sneering, Roth shook his head. "What can you offer me that's better than money?!"
There was a pause, before Jacob grinned. "I can speak to the Council on your behalf…get you a full pardon for your crimes?"
"…You have my attention. I'm going to go where the tide flows." Roth exclaimed dramatically, "If the tide flows against you, don't think I'll forget about the bounty on your head."
"Fair enough."
Roth clicked his fingers for the thugs to release Jacob, staring at something over Jacob's shoulder. "I suggest we choose a safer place to discuss this…"
Jacob span around to see a police car entering the area, speeding towards them, the headlights clearing illuminating the pair.
"Stop where you are!" ordered a familiar voice as Jacob and Roth ran into a narrow alleyway, where the car couldn't go. Roth knocked over several boxes, blocking whoever was running after them. Before disappearing into the night, Jacob glanced behind him and sighed at the betrayed look on his twin's face.
He shook his head at her, silently urging her not to follow as Roth grabbed his shoulder and pulled him along.
'Sorry Evie…' thought Jacob, '….but I need to do this.'
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"Roth…." Hissed Evie in anger, spinning around to face the rest of the group, "…split up! I want them found!"
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Jacob winced as a rotten floorboard cracked underneath his feet, "Nice place you have here…"
"Not everyone in this town lives in a luxurious Temple."
"Yeah….I guess I should get used to that."
Roth just shook his head, throwing Jacob a mobile. "Just make the call."
Jacob rolled his eyes and began to tamper with the phone, hacking into the Assassin network….it paid to be friends with the techies.
"Adding another crime to your ever-growing list?" asked Roth sneering from his moth-bitten, armchair.
"I don't want them to trace this call…." Once satisfied, Jacob dialled the number and waited. "…Shay? Shay it's me."
/Jacob? It's so good to hear from you! Are you okay?\\
Jacob shrugged, "Yeah, I'm okay…if you consider my sister and the rest of the young Assassins on my tail a good place to be."
/You were almost captured?\\
"Once or twice, yeah."
/Where are you?\\
"I-I can't say Shay."
/Hmmm, well I think I've found a clue!\\
Jacob grinned at this, "A clue?! How? Where?"
/We don't have much time Jacob...\\
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Connor perched on the windowsill of the broken-down house, listening to what he was sure, was Jacob's voice.
"-okay, I'm on Fleet street." He heard.
Sighing, Connor passed this information on to the police.
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/Hmmm…three blocks away, there's an abandoned warehouse that used to make munitions. Leanne visited it when she had access to the explosive chemicals.\\
"How did you find this out?"
/I told you I would do some checking! \\
Jacob sighed in relief and grinned, "Thanks Shay."
/Be safe Jacob.\\
Hanging up, Jacob strode over to Roth who smirked at him. "Well?"
"I think I have a lead."
"Hmph. It doesn't seem like you need my help."
"That's not true. We need to find an abandoned munitions warehouse in this area. We may find some clues there."
Roth thought to himself for a few moments, causing Jacob to narrow his eyes suspiciously. "You know where I'm talking about, right?"
"Yes….I can get you there."
Suddenly, there were the sounds of footsteps and the pair quickly found themselves blocked in by guards. Jacob held up his hands in surrender. "Listen! I don't want to fight!"
"I do…" sneered Roth, moving into a defensive position.
"We're taking you in Mister Frye." Stated one of the guards, his gun fixed on Jacob.
Jacob shook his head, "That's not gonna happen, trust me. Now, I'm going to hurt any of you…" he paused, glancing at Roth, "…we're not going to hurt any of you. But you're not taking me in!"
The guards stepped closer, and the lead guard's grip tightened on the gun. "Frye…we are taking you in."
This seemed to please Roth, who drew a knife from the inside of his jacket. "Let's play…" he leapt at the guards, causing them all to back away.
"Roth no!" ordered Jacob, however, this momentary lapse enabled one of the guards to grab his shoulder. Desperately, Jacob kicked the man away, then proceeding to knock him and two other guards out. Twisting around to check on Roth, he was surprised to see that the older man was also just knocking the guards out.
In a matter of minutes, the pair manged to knock out all the men. Once sure that everyone was down, Roth smirked at Jacob. "See? Didn't kill one of them…it's the new me."
Ignoring him, Jacob sprinted out of the house, closely followed by Roth. Roth then led him down a few streets to a warehouse. "There it is…" began Roth, "…and this is where you're meant to find this clue?"
Jacob stared up at the building, lost in thought until Roth cleared his throat. "Well I've upheld my end of the bargain…it's all up to you from here on out. But don't forget, you have to speak to the council on my behalf now. That was the deal."
"Agreed….thanks for helping me get this far." Jacob grinned, "I have to admit, I never saw us doing anything together…not again."
"These are strange times my dear…"
With that, Roth strode away, leaving Jacob outside the factory.
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Roth tiptoed down the alleyway, keeping his eyes open for any fool that might dare to rob him. Suddenly, there was the sound of can's falling over behind him, causing him to spin around. Against the wall, he could see the shadow of a top hat….a very familiar top hat.
"I thought we agreed to part ways!"
However, it soon became clear that it was a complete stranger walking up the alleyway…a stranger who gave the theatre owner a very confused look. Roth snarled at him, turning around to continue walking home….only to be struck across the face with a pipe.
Without even making a sound, Roth feel to the ground unconscious…missing a hooded figure steal his unique knife.
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Meanwhile, Jacob crept through the warehouse. "How am I meant to find a clue when I don't even know what I'm looking for?!"
As Jacob continued to search, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, turning around just in time to block the knife to his throat. The hooded figure attacked again and again, sending Jacob further and further into the warehouse, until finally, Jacob kicked them back.
In the light, Jacob could clearly see a familiar knife. "Roth?" He then scanned the figure from head to toe and shook his head. "No….you're not Roth. You may have his knife, but he doesn't fight like that and he certainly isn't the same body type as you! You're the traitor!"
Knowing that they had been found out, the figure made a run for it, clambering up to the next level of the warehouse…Jacob wasn't far behind.
"Why are you here?!" called out Jacob into the dim area, "WHY?!"
Suddenly, he heard some pipes clang together behind him, prompting him to spin around and block another attack. The pair fought again, leaping at each other until the figure kicked Jacob across the platform, sending him crashing into a tower of boxes.
Jacob wheezed in pain, stumbling towards the figure….who decided to climb up to the next level once again. This time, they sliced through a rope holding metal barrels back, sending them rolling towards Jacob.
"Oh come on!" Jacob groaned, pressing himself against the wall as the figure sped away. Thankfully, he was able to catch up and the fight began again.
This time, Jacob managed to hold against the figure for over ten minutes…up until the point where he was kicked back once again and the figure tipped a barrel of flammable oil over, pulling a match out of his pocket, lighting it and dropping it into the puddle.
The warehouse was full of explosive materials, so when the flames shot up, Jacob dived behind a wall and desperately tried to get to a safe point.
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Meanwhile, near the warehouse, two guards took a step back in shock as the sounds of explosions echoed throughout the area.
One of them contacted Sergeant Abberline. "Sir, we have suspicious activity in a warehouse near Fleet street…"
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Dazed from the explosions, Jacob struggled against the figure's grip, who threw them into a wall…and then into another pile of boxes. Slipping to the edge of a platform, Jacob cried out in alarm when his cane fell over the edge.
With a new-found determination, Jacob pushed himself off the ground and began hand-to-hand combat….however, he was too weak to hold his ground and was knocked to the ground again. This time, he fell through wooden boards, falling several feet before landing with a thud on the ground.
"Hello broken ribs…" he muttered, groaning and yelping in pain. He twisted onto his front and began to push himself up, only to see a box of chemicals in front of him. "Huh…" he examined the symbol, soon concluding it was explosive in nature, "…found the clue."
He glanced up to see the hooded figure dart away, however, upon turning around he saw armed guards rushing towards him. "No wait!" he begged, hands up in surrender, "Let me explain!"
The guard didn't listen. With a startling buzz, the guard tasered Jacob, sending him straight into unconsciousness.
From the darkness, the young Assassins appeared, with Evie racing over to her brother and kneeling beside him. Smoothing his hair away from his face, she gently took a hold of his hand.
Meanwhile, Edward was searching the boxes and began to shake his head. "Explosive chemicals….if I'm not mistaken, these are the same ones used in the attack."
Evie shook her head in denial, "I-I can't believe it…" Seeing that the rest of her group was staring at her, waiting for her to take the lead, she pushed herself away from her unconscious body, "…strip him of his weapons and take him to the van."
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Travelling back to the Temple, Ethan was contacted by Grandmaster Altair.
"I assume you've caught him?"
"Yes Grandmaster."
"Without incident?"
"No…" Ethan glanced to the back of the prison transport van and sighed, "…he was subdued by the guards and found in possession of explosive chemicals."
"It still doesn't explain Roth's involvement!" protested Evie, "We saw him with Jacob in the courtyard….I think there's more going on than we know."
Malik, who was standing by Altair, raised an eyebrow. "By Jacob…or against him?"
"That…" interrupted Ethan, "…remains to be seen."
Evie nodded reluctantly, "We're bringing him back to the Temple."
Sighing, Malik nodded. "Let's just hope that we can keep him here."
