The Escape

After the visit from Evie, Drathon had to stay inside or at least out of sight. This was easier said than done. simply because of this whole situation reminded him of the time before all this. A much more, strange time. As many years ago, during the time of what was the assassin's guild though more of an underground organisation that had both born killers and trained professionals. Drathon sat between the two in his own unique way. while those born killers raised and fed on blood and rewarded with gold they would become indifferent take whatever job suited them it when it came to die for a cause that was founded on blood. They would without hesitation however, neither Jacob nor Evie felt this way even after being brought in and fed instead of withering on the streets as rats and pickpockets.

Cut off the hand of the thief but hang the assassin. These words were thrown about alot back then. The rule was alot more strict when it came to stealing and acts of theft however it didn't take long for Jacob to teach Drathon all he had learned in acts of thievery. Drathon would steal food, coin, and other supplies from the leader of the so-called guild. In order to keep the younger ones alive longer. So they would not get the same hideous scars he did when he went on a job. Noble, merchant, peasant. They were all the same to him at this point but he knew the difference between a child with a will forced upon them and the ones who oppressed them. Jacob would devise a plan.

The three of them would stand around a table with papers all over a small wooden table, they were only sixteen at the time.

"We escape. leave. Take all the kids and other teens with us."

Jacob says looking from Evie to Drathon. His eyes were full of such determination

"You're bloody mad if you'll think it'll work Jay."

"Then I'm as mad as a fucking jester Eves. Drathe, what do you think?"

"I'm not sure. But if you believe it's for the best I'll go along. However, I kill the old man. It's only logical. I'm the fastest in and out after all." He replied. At the time, logic, rational thought was what drove his actions. Unlike Jacob, he always went on instinct and emotion. Though morality and assassination did not pair well. Jacobs morals were bent in the shape of what he perceived was just. Drathon did not know of morals or morality, they were just a concept for him, one that he did not need to understand to function.

Soon enough Jacobs plan would come into action, Drathon would do his part in being a loyal dog to the grandmaster of the guild. Taking on every job that came his way allowing him to become infamous among the local underworld of Titan. The Thieves guild at the time saw themselves an opportunity however some other individuals felt themselves at risk though knew the assassins guild would not take action against them straight out. But these three kids were wild cards Jacob maybe more so than Drathon, however, one would never know until it happened.

The preparations were in place, night befell the city the street lamps ignited as the gas-filled the bulbs went from being empty and clear to a bright orange flame sitting inside. The orange hue of the lamps illuminated the night street all the while the three were getting to work and putting their plot into action, Jacob and Evie would focus the higher ranking members who were in charge of overseeing the kids while Drathon, was to cut down the grandmaster, the leader of this so-called guild. Drathon walked down the hallways of this building with the confidence of an immortal, or a psychopath who is ready to kill or die. As he struts down this corridor one lone lookout is stood outside the grandmasters' chambers. From a strut and into a full-blown sprint Drathon lunges towards him and in one swift motion aims for the neck with his scythe his objective to sever the man's arteries and let him bleed out. Before the man can even draw his own blade he falls to the ground, blood spewing from the fresh wound on his neck.

Drathon would flick the blood off his scythe and open the door pulling a throwing knife from the what seemed to be an infinite void inside of his jacket, first only opening the door slightly to peek in and get a good look at the room. Compared to how he slept this was a palace. A room fit for a prince or even a king, a large bed in the midst of it, cabinets in either side with the clutter of papers across the top of them along with ledgers along with a large standing mirror to the left of the room. Though he had a task and there was no room for admiring he must take note of everything in this room for if he does not utilize it he will be caught and Jacobs plan would be for nought. He was not going to allow it, Jacob had been planning this for too long for it to be foiled by a misstep on his part. He enters the grand chamber and closes the door softly behind him, only the light from a sliver of a window illuminated his path now, keeping low he crept up to the bed spinning the knife in his palm facing the tip down as he raises it to pierce the grandmaster's throat but before he would do anything, check his breathing, is it slow and regular or has It changed, no risks could be taken, but this act of treason is the biggest risk he could take. With his speed, he would still be able to outmanoeuvre the old man so he thrusts downwards cutting across his throat as he does and the grandmasters' eyes had shot open and then a loud bang. He had a hand cannon underneath the pillow and was ready to use it. Thankfully with Drathons unique speed he was able to avoid the bullet causing him major harm but now he was bleeding so it was time to leave.

"May the reaper take you old man, if he dares take you at all."

Jacob pipes up as the shot echoed as with that he knew Drathon had succeeded

"Jacob keep moving! that was a gunshot damns it! Grab who you can and keep going."

Evie would shout at Jacob from up ahead

"You take it from 'ere Eves. I need ta check something"

Drathon would weave through hallway after hallway, dodging past the patrols while also keeping them away from Jacob and Evie's escape route for them and all the other kids that they were helping escape this hell hole. A fair few of them need to be carried for either not being quick enough or simply passing out from exhaustion from being malnourished. Jacob made his way back to the grandmasters' chamber. A brazen smirk coming over his face. It was done, he walked into the room and opened the draw to take out a matchbox knowing exactly where to find them. Taking one out striking it against the rough side and tossed it onto the bed allowing it to spread and burn before then walking out. He was done with this place, might as well see it burn to the ground. I'd like to think that was his logic at the time.

"Were really out."

Evie said in disbelief however as she looked around desperately she couldn't see either Drathon or Jacob. The two came out of the building within a few moments of each other as the fire inside slowly spread throughout the room burning the bed frame and soon the papers on the bedside cabinet would curl up and start to burn too until the entire room was finally ablaze. Drathon held his hand over his bullet wound which was situated just below his collar bone witch without treatment or healing could become infected.

"Drathe!!"

Evie yelled and rushed over embracing him and shedding a tear as she was simply happy he was alive before then seeing Jacob approach and wipe the tear from her eye before it could run down her cheek.

"Save the waterworks Eves were good for now, but we gotta move quick."

She nodded and let go of Drathon, who was simply confused before turning around gazing upon what was now their past. Or rather what was his entire life until that very moment.

Finally, as they all stood outside the place that kept them from the world. Secluded from the outside for so long and now all they saw was a dark blue sky and the orange hue that would reflect off the floor as rain fell. Drathon stood with them and looked on feeling the droplets of water hit his face one by one. He was free, finally. Next however was the hard part, not only did they need to figure out what to do with most the younger kids but the older ones too, Jacob fixed his jacket slipping the matchbox in his pocket before walking off as if he knew exactly where to go. So they followed him, without a word in silence until they came to an entrance to what a first looked to be a wine cellar of a tavern or inn but instead was suited to be their safe haven. Food, water, medical supplies as well as books to read and weapons if they needed it. With one that Jacob grabbed immediately, a cane with a short blade in the top. The handle was shaped something like a type of bird skull not knowing exactly what it was Jacob simply proclaimed.

"It's an eagle, meaning it's meant for me."