Chapter 2

Jacob opened the door slowly, trying not make any noise. He found the upstairs corridor completely empty with only a few lights lit which was perfect, everyone had gone to bed. Nobody would know what he was up to. Carefully Jacob crept down the landing and on to the stairs. After the day he had had there was no way he was not going out. His father had been lecturing him all day about anything and everything. He was determined to drink away his sorrows. He had just reached the front door when he heard a noise behind him. Turning he saw Evie standing halfway down the stairs.

"Jacob, what are you doing?" There was disappointment in her voice.

"I'm sorry Evie, I just cannot stand his lectures anymore."

"If you go out now then you'll make things worse."

Jacob considered this for a moment but after all the harsh things his father had said to him that day came floating back to him. His grip on the door handle tightened.

"Sorry Evie."

With that he opened the door and stepped out of it before his sister could get another word it. Evie stared at the door for a moment her mouth was ajar as she'd wanted to call out to her brother but it was too late. He was gone. For a few moments, she just stood there but then an idea came to mind. Hurrying up the stairs she quietly dashed into her room.

The glass clunked loudly on the table as Jacob slammed it down. Catching the eye of the bartender he tapped on the rim of the glass. Letting out a sigh Jacob put his head in his hands as the bartender refilled his beer glass.

"You look as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders." The Bartender said.

Jacob took a swig from his glass, "Not the whole world because enough of it."

The bartender filled Jacob's glass again, "Well, you have come to the right place to drink away your sorrows."

In response Jacob just grunted turning his attention back to his beer. He didn't even notice that the bartender had walked away. Staring into his drink the things that his farther had said to him during the day came back to him.

'An Assassin is one with the crowd, not to be seen by anyone. Now Jacob can you sure that you have been one with the crowd?'

'An Assassin choses their actions wisely. They are not reckless. Jacob that it something you need to learn.'

Jacob let out another sigh and picked up his glass again. As he drank a hooded figure brushed past him and took the seat opposite him. Looking up he saw his sister watching him.

"What are you doing here Evie?"

"I knew it would be hard to make you stay home so I thought I'd come and make sure you get back without being spotted. You know, stealth is my thing."

Jacob let out a short laugh and took another slip of beer as his sister carefully surveyed the pub. She seemed to deem it safe as she lowered her hood. The pair sat in silence for a while as Jacob continued to stare intently into his drink and Evie continued her silence surveillance of the pub. As she did a rather nasty looking group of men caught her eye. They were staring at her in such a way it made her feel uncomfortable and that was something she had never felt before. Being one of the odd Frye children she was used to being stared at. Both herself and Jacob were the odd children who did not quite seem to fit in. But the way in which these men were looking at her was not in the normal way. The men leaned in close to each other and whispered things which Evie could not work out. She was brought out of her suspicions when a voice spoke behind her.

"Evening Jacob. I see you brought a lady friend to our gathering this evening."

Jacob looked up to see Robert pulling up a chair. Robert sat between Jacob and the other girl, looking at her with interest. She looked back at him with a rather disapproving look, a look that he could have sworn he'd seen before.

"Robert this is my sister, Evie." Jacob said, taking another swig from his beer.

"Ah." Robert turned backed to Evie, "I thought you looked so familiar."

Evie held Robert's gaze but said nothing. Robert seemed to consider her for a moment before he looked away towards the bartender. As the bartender brought over a drink for Robert he spoke. Robert glanced at Evie again before looking back at his beer, he never seen Jacob's sister before so this a very weird situation. Evie was not quite how he'd expected her to be. He'd expected her to be more like Jacob but she was certainly more reserved then he was. It was harder to guess what she was thinking whereas Jacob could be like an open book at times. Light conversation broke out between Robert and Jacob a few more of Jacob's friends joined them. Soon the table was littered with empty beer glasses and the group were steady getting drunker. The only member of the group that was not taking part in the group's antics was Evie. She was still sitting in the chair with her arms folded, although she did not like being out against their father's wishes she had to ensure that Jacob got back safely. She had to try and help him to not get into to anymore trouble. But that might be difficult seeing as Jacob was now very drunk.

Jacob staggered to his feet, beer still in hand.

"So lads" He slurred, "What shall we get up to tonight? I'd say cards but we've done that too much. Also, no one here can beat me so there'd be little point."

"I 'eard there was a fight club round the corner from 'ere." One of the lads said.

There were sounds of approval going round the group, all except for Evie. She had started to glare at her brother, she was hoping that her brother would not agree to this plan. But from the look on his face, it was clear that he was going to.

"Right then, lead the way."

The group made their way loudly out of the pub with Jacob at it's head and his twin at the rear. Evie followed slightly behind the group and pulling her hood up as she went. This was a bad idea, she knew it would be. The group made their way to a quiet part of town where the buildings were hardly ever used. They approached a small warehouse, the wood and bricks on the outside were cracked due to age. The wooden doors were hanging off slightly and they could hear the faintest sounds off noise coming from inside. Being an unused part of town there was barely any street lights meaning that the main source of light was spilling out for said warehouse. The group of boys began to move towards the warehouse but Evie grabbed Jacob's arm preventing him for walking.

"Jacob, this is stupid let's just go back home. You don't want to risk making Father any madder then he already is."

Jacob wrenched his arm out of her grip with surprising force, "I don't care Evie. Really, I don't give a monkeys anymore. Let father do as he pleases, we both know he couldn't care less about me."

"You don't mean that." Evie said, although she frowned slightly, "That's the alcohol talking."

"Oh but I do Evie. So I am going to go in there, I'm going to punch some loser in the face and forget about all my problems. If you are so concerned about keeping dear old dad happy then go home."

Without waiting for a response Jacob turned and strolled into the warehouse. For a moment Evie just stood there watching the retreating back of her brother. She knew that she could not just leave him in this state. Although Jacob was being a complete pain in the backside currently she could not leave him to most likely get himself beaten up. Reluctantly Evie started to walk towards the warehouse where inside she found that her drunk brother was already in the ring. Climbing up onto a nearby pile of wooden crates she settled herself to watch her brother, this was going to be a long night.