Evie Frye is the intrepid sister (thesilentknife) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-10 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, evie frye, freya mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Evie
What: Jack the Ripper gets into Evie’s head, and it bleeds over into her waking life.
When: This morning
Where: Evie’s flat
Warnings: Mentions of Jack the Ripper’s murders, mind games, violence
Evie’s dreams seemed to be getting darker and heavier as they had gone on. Jack was leading her down a dark path, but she knew if she didn’t follow, no one would stop him. She was willing to sacrifice herself in any way needed to stop this monster from killing more people. However, the scene she was greeted with upon arriving at Mary Kelly’s residence was absolutely horrific. Seeing how he had absolutely robbed that woman of her dignity made her snap and lash out, nearly punching a police officer in the face before Abberline stepped in.
A line was drawn. If Evie didn’t deliver Jack soon, Abberline wouldn’t be able to protect her and the police would arrest her for the murders. She wasn’t going to rot in a jail cell and be hanged for murders she didn’t commit, so she pledged to deliver Jack’s head on a spike. She looked over the newest crime scene for clues, eventually finding a message Jack had left for her.
Follow the trail of blood through the looking glass.
From there, Evie went to revisit the sites of the other murders Jack had committed, piecing more clues together until she discovered what Jack wanted her to see. Abberline had warned her to not let her fury blind her, but that wasn’t so easy. Evie inspected Annie Chapman’s murder site, and found another message.
What kind of creed cannot protect its own?
The Creed protected its own. Jack had taken it and perverted it to his own means. Evie could see that, but even her mind was being warped the more she walked in his path and tried to think like him. Strange how the more one thought like a madman, the more mad they themselves became.
Then came Catherine Eddowe’s murder site. There, two women had been murdered, Jack had given Jacob a double lesson. And, of course, another message.
How many more must die before you see the truth?
Jack was leading Evie to his childhood home and where his mother had been murdered. Evie deduced that only his mother’s death counted as murder to Jack. Evie followed the trail, but the site she was led to wasn’t one where anyone had been murdered. However, she heard the clanking of a metal object being thrown and hitting the ground near her. It exploded, much like her own fear grenades, except this one affected her. Jack appeared, even as the landscape around her seemed to warp. He dared her to pit her Creed against his own.
Then suddenly, Jack was everywhere. She attacked, even as he was in her head, talking to her, taunting her. She felt like she was losing her mind. At least until the effects wore off and an innocent man was pleading for his life as she had him pinned to the ground and she’d been ready to drive her fist into his face.
Pulling away, she saw other bystanders that backed away, looking at her in fear before they ran off.
Jack lures me through the looking glass.
Evie startled awake, pulling out a throwing knife from under her pillow. The room around her seemed to be cloaked in moving shadows around the perimeter. Getting out of bed, she looked around, her senses on high alert.
What Creed cannot protect its own? A dead one, that’s what. Jack’s voice echoed.
“Face me, you monster!” Evie demanded, suddenly seeing ‘Jack’ in the doorway and she lunged at him. “I won’t let you kill anyone else the way you murdered Mary Kelly!” She stabbed ‘Jack’ and he vanished.
That was my masterpiece, all thanks to your meddling. To anyone else, Evie was only attacking air.
Eden stirred the instant Evie had first yelled and she started growling, the hair on her back standing on end as she stared at Evie.
Freya was relieved that her dreams had taken a bit of a break. The last one she’d had was on National Sibling Day of all days, in which she and the others had returned to New Orleans to save Klaus once they’d been healed of poison, bites, and curses. Of course, part of the time since then and now had been spent in the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan and so she had been away from Orange County madness, and thus the dreams as well.
The witch was also relieved that Klaus had let up on his whole ‘you are to only stay here’ nonsense. Which she had known he would, it usually took a week or so for him to mellow out on those matters after something happened to her in the dreams but it was better for him to mellow out than for her to have to fight him on the matter.
That night, Freya had once again ended up staying up late with Evie and so had ended up crashing at her girlfriend’s flat. When she had woken up thirsty, Evie had been asleep and so the witch had gotten up slowly and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Even in the half asleep haze she was in though, something was wrong. Yelling. And growling. Quickly heading back to Evie’s room, Freya opened the door and scanned for signs of an intruder but it was only Evie.
“Evie, what’s wrong?”
Evie hadn’t even noticed when Freya had gotten out of bed. Of course, that was probably mostly due to the fact she was having a Dream, and it seemed impossible for anyone to wake up in the middle of one. Which seemed rather strange, but Evie wasn’t a philosopher or a scientist so she didn’t bother to ask why that was.
However, she also didn’t see Freya, or even hear her. All she heard and saw was Jack taunting her.
“Am I losing my mind?” Evie muttered, turning away from the door and swiping her throwing dagger at another Jack that came at her. “You will not hurt another woman, Jack. I will have your head on a spike, even if it means losing mine in the process!”
Jacob should have listened. But now he will die, along with you and your Creed.
“No, your perverted Creed is the one that will die!”
Now, clearly Evie was having a conversation with something that wasn’t actually there. This was probably the point at which most people would knock her out and have her committed to an asylum.
Taking another swing at the air, Evie turned back to the door. But instead of seeing Freya, she saw Jack. And she lunged with the throwing dagger in hand, lashing out at ‘Jack.’
Yeah, Freya was definitely getting worried based on what Evie was saying. And fighting someone who wasn’t even there. She really didn’t know what had caused this and briefly had to berate herself for not asking Elijah to check in on Evie as well. But she had thought her girlfriend would be fine. (Though no, she wouldn’t have asked anyway. Having him check in on Klaus was one thing, but Evie?) Still, the worry was there and she made a step into the room.
Then she heard the comment about perverting the Creed and something clicked. The Dreams. Because of course it was. So Freya took another hesitant step towards her girlfriend. She had learned the hard way what happened when dealing with someone in the midst of a panic because of the Dreams. Freya had gotten thrown out of the window and learned she couldn’t die. At least at the time. She wasn’t sure it was still in place and she wasn’t looking to find out either.
And just as she had feared. But Freya was prepared, her hand flying out and she threw her girlfriend into the wall the with magic. She was going to need to do a boundary spell, trap her in salt and figure out a way to fix this. The problem of course being was she didn’t know the cause of the issue so that would make figuring out a spell to help a bit more difficult.
Evie was definitely in a state of panic, but it was more than that. She wasn’t acting completely panicked where she was lashing out at anything. She had specific targets, even if she was the only one who could see them. She didn’t quite understand or know how Jack managed to be everywhere around her. The fear bomb had clouded her senses and her rational mind.
But then she was thrown into the wall with magic. She grunted, then collapsed to the floor in a heap and unconscious, the throwing knife clattering out of her reach.
Eden stopped growling, but she approached Evie with caution, stopping a foot or so away from her, sniffing at the air. She whined softly, then glanced over at Freya as though pleading her to help her owner.
Luckily for Freya, despite the fact Evie had been spiraling more and more into the dark, twisted world that Jack was painting for her, Evie had taken meticulous notes about her dreams of late. She’d noted new abilities and tools she had, including an in-depth explanation of fear bombs. She’d also made notes of Jack’s movements in the dreams and trying to figure out where her brother was because she knew he was still alive, even if no one else did. Evie had turned her kitchen table into a desk of sorts, notes on all of these things spread out on it. It just happened to be written in the ink only Assassins, or someone with the right spell, could read.
Looking to Eden, Freya gave a wane smile - not that the dog would really know she was trying to reassure her.
“I know. I’ll figure this out, I promise.”
She had to. While in the Dreams all of her focus ended up being on saving her family or fixing whatever crisis came up, Freya had found she was using her abilities for others here as well as her siblings. Strangers. The area at large. And for Evie. Definitely for Evie. The first thing she did though was get salt and put it around her girlfriend before doing a boundary spell. It would hold her until Freya could find an answer.
The next thing she did was investigate the flat. First thing she did was look for any suspicious object that might have shown up from the Dreams that could cause such a reaction, but nothing. Then she went to Evie’s board on the Middle East, noting the pushpins. And the blank pages.
“Odd…”
Especially since there was…. She couldn’t quite place it but it didn’t matter. Murmuring a spell, ink that once was invisible was now visible and she was able to see the notes that had been taken.
Fear bomb.
She remembered something Evie had mentioned before her trip to Jordan. Was it possible….? Though it would certainly explain the attacking nothing and ranting. Okay. So she needed a spell that could break through the chemical haze.
Well, there was the one she had used to save her siblings from when Dahlia had made the White Oak stake turn to ash and nearly suffocate Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah. It was worth a shot anyway and if not, she’d just have to figure something else out. Freya wasn’t exactly the type to give up.
Returning to the room, the witch went to where her girlfriend was, now awake.
“This shouldn’t hurt.”
Much. It was hard to say really, chemicals were different from ash. But with a flick of her wrist, the chemicals would start to come towards the center of the magic where Freya was guiding it into the air, consolidated before being neutralized and gone.
Eden didn’t move far from where Evie was after Freya had made the barrier. Evie didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious for, but when she woke up, she immediately thought Jack had taken her somewhere. Was her brother here? Her mind definitely wasn’t clear yet, though she found that she couldn’t move very far from where she was.
“No no no,” she muttered. Jack must’ve trapped her, and she was trying not to panic. He wanted her to panic, she knew that, but it was going to be hard not to panic. She knew what he could do to women, and if she didn’t find a way to fight? She’d probably end up like Mary Kelly, or worse. The thought sent a shiver through her and turned her blood cold.
Welcome to the other side of the looking glass, Evie Frye.
She turned around and instead of seeing Freya, she saw Jack. However, she didn’t have much time to react before she felt something happening. Evie coughed and the chemicals that she’d breathed in came out of her mouth. It felt weird and somewhat painful, like she was choking but it was going the other way.
Finally, the chemicals were out of her system and the room returned to normal. Evie sank to her knees and she stared at Freya for some moments.
“...Freya?” She asked. She glanced around as though she expected Jack to leap and gut her. Or worse, gut Freya in front of her. “Fuck,” she cursed, which wasn’t something she did all that much. At least not when it came to the f-bomb.
Oh good, so it did work. Because Freya didn’t exactly have her books with her. She kept a go bag of sorts with her wherever she went should she need to use her magic, but she didn’t travel with all her books and wouldn’t quite know where to look. Despite centuries worth of magic flowing through her, all that knowledge, she still hadn’t mastered being able to go through spells she knew that she hadn’t already used in the dreams.
The curse was unexpected but Freya went with it. The good thing was that Evie seemed to recognize her. Mostly. She still seemed… off. Well, mostly disoriented.
“Well, that’s a good sign that you recognize me. So can I let you out of the salt circle without needing to worry about getting attacked again?”
She didn’t hold it against Evie, of course not. It was a Dream thing and god was it a good thing that they weren’t at her and Klaus’ where her brother would undoubtedly kill Evie first, ask questions later.
Evie was still affected by the overall experience of Jack getting inside her head. And also of the fact she’d seen Mary Kelly’s brutalized body. She may be an Assassin and had killed many people in her dreams, and she’d been in war zones and seen horrendous things in this life. But nothing compared to seeing a woman’s completely eviscerated body, not like that. And in a way, it was her fault for involving herself, for trying to find her brother, for trying to stop Jack.
And now she was being led through the looking glass and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to come back.
“If you don’t I’m going to throw up on the floor,” Evie responded, pressing a hand over mouth as images of Mary’s remains flashed before her eyes. Evie had a strong stomach, but this? She was going to lose it. She wretched once but tried to hold it in long enough to see if she could get to the bathroom.
And sure, that wasn’t a yes or no answer to Freya’s question, but Evie had a different priority at the moment.
The notes Freya had seen meant that she had a good idea on what it was Evie had been seeing and so her reply really wasn’t all that shocking, so with a flick of her wrist, the salt circle broke and would allow Evie the chance to rush to the bathroom. Freya had seen a number of horrible things in her work, so she had a good idea. To actually be there though? That was something else.
Besides, if Evie tried to attack her again? Freya would just fling her into a wall again and re-do the barrier spell until it was safe. Because she know that Evie would never forgive herself if she hurt someone while influenced by the Dreams.
Instead, she just went and got a glass of water for her girlfriend to have once she finished losing her stomach contents.
When the salt circle was broken, Evie got up and ran for the bathroom. She managed to kick the door shut behind her, an attempt to keep the sounds muffled. Once she finished throwing up, Evie brushed her teeth at least twice, then used mouthwash a couple times. She didn’t look at her reflection, not wanting to see herself at the moment. She came back out and looked at Freya. She was a bit paler than usual, though not unexpected given what she’d just done in the bathroom, but she also looked like crap. Her dreams were taking a toll on her, and she felt an end was coming soon.
“I’m sorry. Jack’s...gotten into my head.” She took a slow breath. Evie suddenly felt old, tired and worn thin. Was she going to die by Jack’s hand? At this precise moment in time, she didn’t care as long as she dragged him down to Hell with her. “And...thank you.” She may not be fully mentally in May of 2018, but she did understand that Freya had done something to help her.
“No need to apologize. I know how the Dreams can be.” It was an up and down trip most of the time. Even if some things didn’t cross over, there would always be some things that came up in the Dreams that left their mark. Usually of the traumatizing variety. Those were the ones that seemed to leave an impact on Freya at any rate. Though that also could just be because she was in constant crisis management mode in the Dreams.
The thanks was met with a nod. There wasn’t all that much to say, saving those she cared about was sort of Freya’s thing.
“Jack is leading me through the looking glass, and I’m beginning to fear that I won’t come back. But if I am to die, I will take the Ripper with me.” There was an edge to Evie’s voice, a coldness that never was there before. She drew in a breath and took a seat on the couch. She ran a hand through her hair, and she felt like she was at a breaking point. “In the event the bastard does kill me, do you happen to have a spell to resurrect the dead?”
Evie didn’t want to think about waking up dead. But with her being an Assassin, she well knew that she could meet her death at any time. Something just seemed tragically poetic if she’d fall to Jack’s hand.
Well that wasn’t unsettling at all. Freya knew that Evie’s dreams could be dangerous. She was an assassin after all. But to deal with Jack the Ripper? And then the way that her girlfriend was talking about him and the edge to her voice? Yeah. Freya was worried. But she pushed that aside and listened to what was said.
And what was asked.
“I do.” Her necklace wouldn’t work as it was for her bloodline only. But part of the protection on the amulet she had made for Evie? It served the same purpose of allowing it to hold Evie’s soul should she die so that Freya could heal her body. Just in case the protection failed (which it wouldn’t, thank you very much).
Freya wasn’t the only one unsettled. Evie didn’t like being unsettled like she was, but she couldn’t help it. She was at least a bit more sane currently than she had been of late, probably Freya’s spell that had helped with that. Or just the shock of standing at Mary Kelly’s bedside and seeing the horror Jack had inflicted upon her.
“Okay. Hopefully it won’t be needed, but I do not know what horrors he has planned for me when I reach the asylum. What I do know is that one way or another, that is where the horror will end.” The asylum that Jacob had taken Jack from to begin with, which had put them all on this path.
She was silent for several moments. “Jack’s last victim, Mary Kelly had been discovered at the beginning of my Dream last night. He more or less dedicated that to me, that she’d died because of my meddling in his affairs. And before you say anything, I know I’m not responsible, it’s all on Jack. But I can’t get the image of that poor woman’s mutilated body out of my head.”
Was there anyone who actually liked being unsettled? Doubtful. So for now, Freya just let Evie talk. She clearly needed to work through what she had seen in the Dreams, and it wasn’t like it was going to be pleasant. Freya had seen the notes, she knew her history.
“Hopefully, but hail Mary spells are a specialty and dealing with a crisis is sort of my thing, so if it does become a thing, I’ll fix it.” Fixing was what Freya did.
“No. It’s not. We all own our decisions. But I can understand why you would say that. The important thing is knowing it logically.”
“Then I’m definitely glad for that. I’m definitely taking you out somewhere nice after this is over.” Because whatever happened, Freya definitely deserved something nice after all of this crap. Evie was good for her promises as well. And clearly Evie would need to stick around Freya at night in the event she did wake up dead.
“Yes, we do. And I need to have words with my brother once I find him. No matter what Abberline says, I know my brother is still alive. And Jack is his fault.” Evie rubbed her forehead. “Clearly this is what happens when I move to India.” Evie also had no idea how she was going to fix everything and still keep the Brotherhood a secret from the public. She just hoped that whatever happened in the end, Abberline would remember that Evie and Jacob had done plenty of good for Queen and country, and wouldn’t let their names be tarnished.
“I mean, I do like being taken to nice places, but you don’t need to.” After all, depending on how this all went down? Evie would need more to decompress than take Freya somewhere nice. She wouldn’t turn such a thing down, of course not. But she would worry all the same. They would make it make work though in sticking close in case Evie did die. Freya was already learning that she seemed to get a feeling when it was her brothers who needed her to stay the night even if they didn’t know it yet. Was it the same with Evie?
“Do I even want to know how your brother is to blame for Jack the Ripper?” Because that was…. Freya had no idea. Admittedly Ripper had quite the different meaning in her own dreams because of vampires. “Choosing oneself can be...difficult, especially with siblings who cause trouble but it doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing.”
So said Freya, the one who would sacrifice her own happiness to save her family and didn’t have the courage to choose herself. Then again, it was one of those easier to see and give advice than take said advice situations.
“I know, but I want to.” Which she did. Evie wasn’t even thinking about the potential for needing to decompress from everything. Sure Jack was doing a number to her mental state, and it wasn’t exactly that similar to her combat experience, but she was determined to power through it. She could compartmentalize with the best of them, even when it wasn’t exactly advisable for her to do.
“Jacob came across Jack in Lambeth Asylum when Jack was just a boy. Jacob thought he could help him, so he took him out of the asylum and took him as an apprentice, teaching him to be an Assassin. I knew Jack for a little while back then, but when I stayed in India, I left Jacob to his own choices. Now, while I know asylums in the 19th Century weren’t exactly the best places, Jack was there for a reason. And I have no idea what my brother was thinking when he decided that taking a child with mental illness and teaching him how to kill people was a good idea.” Evie shook her head a bit. She sighed a little. “It was difficult to choose to stay in India, I had never been away from my brother in such a way before. But I had work to do with the Indian Assassin Brotherhood, and I knew that Jacob would do well rebuilding the Brotherhood in London. Or I thought so, anyway.”
Of course, choosing personal happiness over a sibling was made infinitely harder when that sibling was a twin, and Evie had spent nearly every moment of her life with Jacob before that. It wasn’t an easy choice, but now she was beginning to think that she should stay in London once she rescued Jacob.
Well, that all sounded like like a horrible idea. True, people could be committed to an asylum for nothing, but there were also people who actually did need to be in such a place and needed the help and learning to kill? Not the best idea.
“Clearly he had the mistaken belief that having something to channel his issues into would be a good thing, ignoring the fact that the channeling was killing. Even with a Creed that is meant to be followed.”
After all, they both knew that yes, channeling anger could be helpful. But in this case? It clearly was not. So really it all sounded as though it was a complete mess.
“That’s always the challenge, isn’t it? Change in general, but especially when it comes to family.”
“Jacob doesn’t think things through before he acts. He acts on impulse and his feelings. I’m actually his impulse control.” And god only knew the trouble he was getting himself into without her being in London with him. Evie was going to assume that he at the very least hadn’t set London on fire since she hadn’t gotten a call about it. “Perhaps Jack could have been helped, but we were not the people to fix him despite what my brother believed. And once again I am left to clean up my brother’s mess. I had thought that Jacob nearly sending England’s economy into a tailspin was bad, but this? This is so much worse.”
Women were dead for no reason other than Jack was bent on destroying the Assassin Brotherhood and spread his perverted Creed instead. A city was gripped by terror, and Evie could feel the citizens were ready to explode if the Ripper wasn’t caught. And she could very well be the one to take the brunt of the public’s outcry.
“Yes, it is. Even moreso when Jacob is the only family I have left. Well, here anyways.” Jacob had a child in the dreams, one that Evie hadn’t really met given that she’d been in India for some time.
Well that was something Freya had a lot of experience with. Siblings who didn’t think things through before they acted and instead relied on impulse and feeling. Which was all well and good at times. Other times? It was a recipe for disaster. In the limited time she’d been back with her family in her Dreams than obvious and it was fairly obvious in the waking world as well.
“Yes, it is worse. And you’re like me, no matter what, you’ll always be there to clean up your brother’s mess.” It was just the way they were wired. One of the things that had initially drawn the two of them together.
Freya was lucky in that her siblings were all alive here - Finn and Henrik were both dead in the dreams, Henrik whom she had never met there. And even if they weren’t all in Orange County or on the network, they were alive and well. Then in the Dreams, Freya had spent so long in search of her family that she’d do anything to be close to them. It was all she’d wanted for so long.
“I can understand that.”
That was the thing of it, really. No matter how angry Evie got at her brother, how frustrated she got cleaning up his messes, she would always be there to clean them up. She loved her brother, and if anyone was going to strangle him, it was going to be her. Everyone else would have to fight her in order to get to him, even Jack the Ripper.
“I will always come to help him when he needs it, even if he doesn’t know he needs it. I left for London when I received a letter from him asking for my help. Now I wish I’d never left.” She was talking about the dreams, not her life here.
Evie hung her head a bit, still feeling Jack’s fingers in her mind. The effects of the fear bomb were gone, Freya’s spell had managed that well. But she was still dealing with the long term effects of the mind game Jack was playing with her. There was an edge to her, almost a coldness, like she was becoming the same kind of monster that Jack was.
“I’m trying so hard to not become the monster Jack is, but I fear I am going to cross that line.” After all, sometimes in order to hunt a monster, you had to become one yourself.
They were family, they might fight with one another, but when it came down to it? They would always choose family. At least that was the way with the Mikaelsons. And from what Freya knew about Evie and Jacob’s relationship, it was the same with the Frye twins as well.
“Well, brothers rarely know when they need help.” It was a slight attempt at levity but still, Freya nodded. “I can see why. With everything that happened…” Were they always going to be cursed to set aside their own lives for their family? But at the same time, family was everything. It was a complicated balance to figure out.
“You could never be a monster, Evie. It’s his manipulation talking, that’s it. Sometimes hard choices need to be made that may or may not be the right one, but that doesn’t mean you’re a monster. Especially not one like Jack.”
“Maybe if I had been there, I could’ve put a stop to Jack long before he ever became a problem. By which I mean putting him back in the asylum where he belonged. Or find a different asylum to help him.” Psychology wasn’t all that great in that time period, but Evie would have tried to find someone that could’ve helped Jack without resorting to the barbaric practices of the day, such as lobotomies.
At least that was her hope if she’d been there. But instead, she’d chosen to stay in India with Henry and learn from and teach the Indian Brotherhood. Not to mention that India had a very rich history, and Evie always loved to learn and delve into the subject. The history of the Indian Brotherhood was of particular interest to her, so she’d immersed herself in that knowledge.
“I certainly hope that that’s the truth. I hope that I can resist him when I finally confront him. But my hands are not clean. I have killed, though I have never spilled innocent blood. I have only killed Templars and those loyal to them who seek to control the world. But I have taken life, though never in the brutal manner that Jack has.” She took a breath and looked over at Freya. “Though I would love nothing more than to make Jack suffer the way he made his victims suffer.”
There was that edge again, that coldness. God, Evie hated what this was doing to her, but she couldn’t do much about it. Dream bleedover wasn’t so easy to combat. She just hoped that the end was very near.
“Maybe, but playing the what if game isn’t going to change anything. Especially in the dreams.” For one thing, once decisions were made? The consequences would have to be dealt with. Add in the fact that they had no control over what happened in the dreams? Well, playing the what if game was just an exercise in futility and guilt. It was completely useless.
As for Evie having blood on her hands? Freya just took her girlfriend’s hands in her own and shook her head some.
“No one’s hands are ever truly clean and honestly? I’m not the best person to look to for this. I’ve sacrificed the second chance of someone to save my siblings in the dreams.” Not her proudest moment and she carried that with her, but Freya knew she’d make the same choice if the situation were the same. Had there been another way? Of course she would have taken it but there hadn’t been and she just had to live with that. “He would deserve it. But again, you’re going to do what you have to do and you can’t change whatever course you take in the dreams. All you can do is wait and see what happens.”
Not the most reassuring, but it was honest and about all Freya could offer in that moment.
While Evie loved her life as an Assassin, she knew that it took a toll. Fighting the Templars was a never-ending struggle, and it was the very definition of a shadow war. The greater populace was to never be aware of who the Assassins were, and no one truly knew about the Templar Order either. The order who claimed righteousness and yet took their cues, and their sigil, from Cain himself, the first murderer. The war had raged for millennia, and it seemed that there would never be an end to it.
Evie was just one soldier in a sea of millions, if not billions. And protecting the innocent is what she would do until she took her dying breath. And if taking down a twisted Assassin like Jack was her final act in life? She could rest in peace knowing that.
When Freya took her hands, she looked at her, listening to her. And she knew Freya was right. She couldn’t change what would happen in the dreams, but she also would do whatever she needed to. Evie just hoped that she wouldn’t let the mindgames twist her enough that she became a monster like Jack, even if he deserved to die horribly.
She squeezed Freya’s hands gently. “You’re right. I will do what I need to in order to ensure Jack the Ripper dies and never harms anyone else. I just hope that I do not completely lose myself as I step through the looking glass. And whatever comes, at least I have you.”
Smiling some, Freya nodded.
“Exactly, and I’m not going anywhere.”