The Assassin - Dishonored fan-fic short story

[Mhaedros]

A shady figure slowly climbed up the chain. He swung himself onto the iron balcony, but disappeared the second he landed. That moment another figure appeared on the rooftop just above the very same balcony. The figure drew a short sword and sat down to wait for his target. A few minutes later a man opened the door to the balcony and took a cigarette from a pocket in his jacket and a lighter from another pocket. He lit the cigarette and sighed as the wonderful feeling of calmness came over him and he took another puff. Before him Dunwall stretched out and he could see the Dunwall Tower in the distance. The last thing he was aware of was a dark figure falling down on him from above, sword in hand.

The dark character disappeared and appeared on a bookshelf a bit away. He disappeared again and this time appeared sitting inside an old fireplace that looked like it had not been used in ages. A door was opened and a man walked past the fireplace and the bookshelf. The figure came up on him from behind, sword in hand and stabbed him in the neck. A watcher would have been able to see the dark figure hiding the body inside the fireplace and then disappearing again. This time he came up behind another shelf and carefully climbed up it to watch the doorway it faced. The doors were made of glass and the dark killer could see more men on the other side. One of them opened the door and called for someone called Terry.
‘Where did you go Terry?’ he shouted. ‘That’s one long smoke you’re takin’! Come back ‘ere, we need your expertise.’ The figure saw the other man walk towards the balcony door, but knew that if he were to open the door he would see the dead guardsman. The killer threw a knife towards the guard and heard the thump as it hit him in the neck. However, this time two other guards were on the watch and ran towards the bleeding man. The shadow sitting on the shelf decided it was time for less discretion and threw a smoke-bomb at the running men. It hit one of the guards in the head and he collapsed as the bomb released its smoke. The other guard screamed with surprise and tried to turn around in the middle of a jump. He fell hard and had a hard time getting up with the smoke coming right in his face from near the knocked out guard. The assassin on the shelf realized it was time and jumped down on the man lying down, sword in hand. The killer shoved it into the neck of the man still conscious and then slit the throat of the one knocked out. He then took a look inside the door to the room the guards came from and then teleported himself to the middle of the staircase in the other end of the room. The character took a last look around the room and noticed a servant girl sitting in a corner, crying. The assassin took another knife from his belt and threw it in her direction. It wouldn’t do to leave any witnesses at this point.

On the second floor there were more guards, at least according to the information the assassin had received before the mission.

‘Blink to the balcony and make your way up from there.’ they had said. ‘When you make it to the next floor you have to take care, as that is where Lord Morgan Martin will be. You better get this one right novice. Daud is counting on you.’ The young assassin blinked to the top of the stairs and took cover by a wall. Before the assassin was a corridor with doors both to left and right and at the end was a group of guards playing cards. The novice took a grenade from his belt, triggered it and threw it towards the group. The explosion was terrible and after the assassin could hear the screams of maimed men and women from the other end of the hallway. The savage left his cover and slowly walked towards the end of the corridor. Before him was a sea of blood and right before him was a man screaming with fear and pain as he was trying to find the rest of his leg, before realizing he was dying. A small girl had gotten half her face blown away in the explosion and another guard was desperately trying to get life into his friend. He looked up as the assassin came closer and shouted with anger.

‘You bastard! YOU BASTARD!’. He tried to pick up a pistol from his belt, but realized he had no fingers to take it up with. The assassin put his sword to the dying man’s throat and let it cut into the soft skin and flesh as the blood poured out in rivers. The screams started to die off, but right to the left the novice assassin noticed a room with a door made of iron. The assassin walked into the room and tried to open the door. It was locked, so he went back to the corridor and threw another grenade at it. The door opened and a scream could be heard from inside. A small boy tried to make a run for it, but the assassin picked him up and put the sword through his belly. The boy took his last breath and his eyes glared of fear.

‘No! Not my Havlock! Not my boy…’ a man said from inside the room. He was sitting on the floor holding his bloody leg. The assassin walked to the man, sword in hand, but decided to do it with a gun instead. The killer put his pistol into Lord Morgan Martin’s mouth, but felt a sting of pain before pulling the trigger. The assassin looked down and saw the dagger shoved between his ribs. He let out a sigh before falling on the Lord and accidently pulled the trigger in the fall. The novice assassin felt his life drain through him as he looked into the dead Lord’s face and the last thing he remembered was the look on the little boy’s eyes as he died.

[William the Marshal]

I frickin' love this game. Just wanted to put that out there.
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Or at least it wasn't, until I said that...