I saw the assassin walk down an alleyway.
You saw a familiar alleyway as you walked by, having a plan. Sure, people in the Order hate you for still having feelings for a psychopathic murderer but he was your friend, and you know he's still down in there somewhere, scared for his life. It hurt you when Evie said that he left, and you thought it was your fault. It was obvious he thought you were another assassin holding his identities secret, and he wanted to put an end to you. You walked through town, acting oblivious. You nodded your head and walked another direction, fully aware that someone was following you. If Jacob is right that the Ripper is Jack, then he'll be likely to go to you." Evie instructed. Jacob went missing and you and Evie were determined to find out who took him and where they went. Its been three years and Jack disappeared after going insane to the asylum and you head still hurt where you got hit. You hissed in pain as your head throbbed again. She walked over to your body and picked you up, then walked off with Jack following. "As long as you hid their bodies and protected her, it doesn't matter for now." Evie sighed. "Three Templars were chasing us and (Y/n) got knocked out, so I had to end their suffering, ma'am!" He said. "Jack why are you covered in blood?" Evie asked. "Jack-oh! There you are!" Evie's head popped up from the corner, jogging over to the boy covered in blood. "Jack?" A voice called out.jack freaked out and began dragging the bodies to a nearby haystack that the assassin's sometimes use for leaps of faith. Jack breathed heavily and laughed, the insanity slowly leaving him until he was on his knees, gasping for air and crying. One made a run for it, but got stabbed in the head from one of the other Templars knives. His grey eyes got smaller as insanity took over, his movements quick and deadly. He jumped onto the man, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, a crazed grin growing onto his face. What Jack did next, you were lucky you didn't see it. "Stand back, kid." One sneered, walking to Jack with a knife. He grabbed one of the daggers in your pocket and face the Templars. "(Y/n)?!" Jacl shook your limp body, looking at the red bump on your forehead. "Jack run!" You screamed, grabbing the boys hand and sped along, twisting and turning in the alleys until you crashed into a wall blindly, falling backwards somehow unconscious. Two Templars were chasing you, trying to grab hold of your Novice robes. "Jack!" A voice called behind the boy, making his head spin around quickly.