The Assassin's Partner (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Chapter 15-A letter For Us

"Starrick's your Father?" Jacob stammered as he walked closer to you. You placed your hands on your face to cover your tears but you soon felt the warm embrace of Jacob's broad chest. You placed your hands against his chest as you quieted down your tears and sobs. 

"Miss! Miss! Telegram for ya miss! And a letter to you, Mr. Frye!" A little girl ran up to you and tugged on your cape, turning to face her, it was Clara. You knelt down next to her and you gently grabbed the telegram as Clara cupped your cheek.

"Are you alright Miss (L/N)? You seem to have been crying!" She said as she looked worried by your appearance.

"I'm alright Clara, are you? You seem to have a cold."

"Oh I'll be fine Miss. Nothing a little medicine can't fix." She sniffled, worrying about her cold was probably the first thing in your mind but you know Clara is a tough clever girl.

"Well alright, go on now. I believe your little friend is awaiting." You sniffled as you pointed to a little boy who had a nervous smile. Clara blushed as she looked at the little boy who's name was Waylon you believe. You handed Jacob the letter and he immediately opened it and began reading it. Clara scurried away as you looked at the little telegram and you immediately thought of Starrick.

My dearest daughter,
So you've finally found out the truth. Come meet me in my head quarters, I'd like a chat with you.

You didn't know what to think, meeting your real father for the first time and knowing your real father is one of the most horrible person alive frightened you a bit. You gulped as you turned around to look at Jacob who had a confused look on his face.

"H-he wants to meet." You scoffed as you slowly started walking towards an empty carriage, still looking down at the telegram.

"Who does? (Y/N)?...Y/N)!" Jacob yelled after you as you hopped on top of an empty carriage, tucking in the note into your pocket.

"I have to go... Bye love!" You blew a kiss at Jacob and you got ahold of the reins,"Yah!"

Your mind was set on Starrick. You had many questions waiting to be answered. You knew you had to kill him and this was your chance but you had to find out the truth, every little detail has to come out no matter how small it is. You started to think about your real mother.

What did she look like? Is she like me? What colour was her hair or eyes? Was she a Templar or even an assassin?"

Many questions raced through your mind, not noticing you've already arrived at his headquarters. You used your Eagle Vision to see if there were any Blighters or Templars and not to your surprise, the whole area was swarmed just like where Lucy Thorne was but this was much bigger. You walked to the front door, Templars eyeing you and sneering dirty looks at you as you walk up to a Templar guard who's guarding the door.

You handed him the Telegram,"Starrick asked for me. I won't try anything, I promise."

"Weapons?"

"Oh don't worry, love. I've got my own." You perked up as he scoffed at you, eventually opening the door to reveal Templars surrounding the inside, every corner you'd turn there was groups of them. You weren't even a bit scared because you're tough and smart unlike these blokes. 

"Starrick asked for her. Make sure she doesn't try anything stupid, like she already is." The guard snickered and laughed as you sneered a dirty look, pulling out your hidden blade and walking up to them until they started to apologize.

"R-right this w-way."

He directed you towards a flight of stairs which lead all the way to the top of the tower, where Starrick sits on a throne of thorns. You walked quietly up the stairs with the idiot guard until the stairs lead to a giant door. The guard knocked on the giant doors that looked just like giant mirrors except, of course, they weren't. It was like you were stepping through the looking glass that lay your whole life right in front of you. Knots where being made in your stomach and it churned and burned your insides, anxious to reveal yourself to him. Looking into a spare mirror that was located right next to you, you gazed at how much you've grown from a little girl who loved putting on her father's over-sized trousers to now a young strong women who will stop at nothing to liberate London from Starrick's gruesome control. Feeling the pain and stress of everyone who has ever lived and died in London lingered in your body, sending terror shivers down your spin and making you feel even more nervous.