Splish
Splashhh
Splish
A lone boat rocks gently side to side as the low thrum of its engine cease, carried further only by waves of the ocean.
The two men on board stay patiently seated in place. That is until they are brought as close as they possibly can get towards a massive mechanical structure in the shape of a tower in front of them.
Reaching their destination they are enveloped In an all consuming quite, not one word passing in between the pair in their deep thoughts, only the ocean serving to bring noise into the world.
The boatman-Samuel, gives a deep look at his passenger-corvo and rembered the first time they had come face to face.
A silent man he was, with nothing but a stone cold expression marred on his face. Presumably cultivated by the horrid time he spent back at the pits of coldridge prison, if the state of his body didn't tell you that enough simply by looking.
Scarred… is perhaps the only way to describe it. So wholly and completely, In such a gruesome display of cruelty, something hidden deep inside humanity that only the unlucky will truely uncover in their lifetime. Even more scar tissue than normal skin, the only place left moderately untouched being his face- for reasons unknown to all besides the perpetrator.
And that leads the two of them here and now. After the short journey of barley a month of the wrathful victim slowly bringing himself back from the depths of hell he was placed in with the help of his guiding light, restraining himself from the path that was moderately easier to explore.
He has committed awful sins in this path to survive… some that may not be forgiven, but the man himself knows this, he accepts this as his life and keeps walking on nonetheless.
And here they are. Right back to the beginning.
Corvo face twists and writhes in a clear display of agony dispite the absence of any open wounds inflicted on his body. His breath ragged and short as his temperature rises along with a pure unbridled rage usually hidden so deep inside his mind that barely an hints escape. Even after his escape the man still stays stuck within his cell… now more so than ever…
"This is it, Corvo. Your last memories of Dunwall Tower might not be good ones, eh? So maybe you can make up for what happened back then. It'll be a bit of a climb from the water lock, but I'm sure you'll manage. You always do."
Its from within the ever consuming silence that the boat man finnally speaks their first words since departing from the houndpitts and setting sail towards this destination.
His words light hearted as always as if trying to shed some light onto the situation, maybe distract corvo from the dark thoughts continuing to plague his mind since tbe start of the journey.
… but ultimately failing.
"Sigh, good luck corvo. Next time we meet the Lord Regent'll be dead, and if not, well it was an honor to serve with you. Should't go well I hope this last mission will bring you a bit of peace… good bye sir."
Without any sound, not even his usual grunt of acknowledgment, corvo fixes his mask to his face and disappears into the darkness of the night.
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Corvo pulls himself out of the ice cold water, right onto a convenient ledge at the bottom of the water way. What it's original purpose was, he didn't know- but such things are irrelevant anyway in such a time.
…a time of war an destruction. Where the value of life and death blur into a state of near non existence.
This war though is between merely two people, all other mere casualties whose only fault in all this maddness being… they choose the wrong side.
Corvo blinks, climbs and jumps up various ledges as he scales the waterway, eventually making his way onto a balcony like structure with an accompanying sealed metal door-slightly jarred opened, perhaps due to the in maintenance water ways machinery.
With a slight push that required a lot more strength than a normal door, corvo peeked his head round. Catching sight of an active arc pylon, charged volts of electricity almost circling the machine like eager thunderbolts waiting for a target. Corvo ducks his head back through before being caught in the machines sensors. A definite death sentence even with how strong he has gotten.
Though it is an easy get around.
Corvo bursts through the door quickly. The alarms of warning from the arc pylon blare as it singles out his existence and locks onto him. But as it speeds up to demonstrate it's activation… he disappears. Blinking out of sights and reappearing near the control panels of the water way, causing the machine to go back into dormancy.
Phew
He let out a quite yet shakey sigh of relief after having passed into safety, heart pounding in his chest rapidly from the fact his life could be snuffed out oh so quickly just by some scraps of metal thrown together.
Though He only takes a moment to steel his will, to renew his determined to get strong as possible before taking off once again.
Exiting the room and ascending a flight of stairs, corvo is greeted by the familiar view of the top of the water way. A place where he entered during his first day of decent.
A group of guards patrolling both sides of the bridge in a lazy manor. Some silent, mind plagued by their life problems. Other chatting without an ounce of responsibility nor fear that they would be attacked. Because hey, who would attack the lord regents fortress.
And yeah, that would be an accurate way to decribe how the man redecorated the place.
Built high metal walls, walls of lights, infantry towers. The whole nine yards along with platoons of guards defending the place.
The fear must have gotten to him. The fear of one single man.
Unsheathing his sword, corvo walks out without fear. This time without hiding, finally Walking out from the shadows… into the light.
…though in this sense.. not in a possitive light.
And of course he is caught sight of in a near instant.
"Hm? Who in the void is that?"
"What the?"
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"AN INTRUDER!! GUARDS! TO ME!"
A group stands there for a moment just staring at corvo dumbly, until a competent one decides to take action and alerts his fellow guardsmen to their positions.
Following the call near twenty guards lock on to corvos position and engage while another runs of to the alarm mechanism that alerts the whole area of… well whatevers important enough needs alerting
SOM-SARR
But the guard dosent make it for as soon as his hand touches the wheel a short sword is plunged straight into his throat, the blade grabbed by corvos and used to violently tear the guards head straight off.
Thud
The head heavily dropped to the floor. It's being the only form of noise as all the other men freeze up, not making a single sound
The only sound being from corvo deliberate footsteps echoing out as he walks over and to the fuse box and connects a re wire tool to it, reversing the machines polarity and short circuiting it.
Zap zap zap
"ah?"
A small whimper like noise worms it's way out of someone's throat from the sparks waking him up, causing a ripple like effect that spreads to the rest of them.
"""AHHHHHHHHH!"""
Some cry out in fear, some out in grief, other out in sorrow or rage. But as one unit, they charge in what would be fearless display it ignoring their expressions. Straight at the one responsible for creating this situation.
A group of twenty guards rush corvo, quickly convening onto his position. The first one, the fastest, makes it to him with a drawn sword in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The man seemingly caught deeply inside his own anger disregards all form of safety as well as all his formal training, using mere brute force with no precision to slash out with his blade.
Said slash is easily blocked and deflected, sending the sword flying up- and the guards body tumbling down, dead.
Corvo catches the sword just as another guard makes it to his person. This time there being three of them.
But he is not deterred in the slightest. Gone was all the hesitation his set for himself, completely abandoned with his need revenge, surrendering himself to the cruelty hidden away inside him.
He throws the stolen blade straight for the leading opponent. The weapon spinning like a top before puncturing itself into his leg, bringing the running man into a complete halt, tripping him over and allowing the two to his sides to pass him by and overtake him.
Corvo meets the three in the middle as he dash's toward with a blink, shoulder charging the first one he see and sending him launching backwards into another group.
Now with only two enemies left in front of him, one practically disabled, he meets the one standing blade to blade.
Their clash lasts only for an instant though as in a moment corvo slips by and pulls out his own pistol and fires a round straight through his opponent's temple.
BANG
BANG
And another to the fallen man, taking care of both of them in one fell swoop.
But the enraged men continue to charge at him. The despair of seeing several colleagues die in an instant Spuring them on with the fighting instincts all humans possess when in danger- of course with the fleeing instincts accompanying it, but they seen what happened to those who run away.
Now at this point the group is all caught up as they surround corvo and come at him from all sides.
Three
Hearing the whistle of a blade, corvo ducks, a sword passing inches from where his neck used to be.
Another using the chance created from the first stabs at corvo, but with a timely blink he dodged out of the way in an instant-further frightening the crowd.
But the increasing fear just lessens their inhibition, though that's what corvo wants. The increasing emotions that turn into anger and cloud their judgment just make them… easier prey.
Another quickly lunges at him while syncing up with another guard behind him, this one with a gun drawn-locked onto corvos position.
The first reaches him in a upward slash, subtly directing him into the others line of fire.
Corvo takes the bait and goes along with it.
And what would you know, as soon as corvo is lined up a shot rings out in the surrounding as a bullet pierced through the air towards 'him'.
BANG
…but the shot dosent hit him. As if the world itself where protecting him, a gust of wind throws the attacking guard straight at corvo, allowing the masked man to grab the guard and use him like a loyal meat shield- taking the bullet fired by his friend meant for corvo.
And in the brief moment as the adversary pauses, the weight of what he did weighing over him, corvos cross bow bolt hits him directly beteee the eyes and passing through his head, imbedding itself into the ground behind the guard.
Two
Move guards continue to charge at him as if blinded by some unseen force, rage filling their veins and fueling them against their will, forcing the quickly dwindling group of men to fight on.
But in the guards perspective, corvo speeds up. Getting even more faster than he was previously and becoming a mere blur in the blink of their eyes. In one second of 'speeding up' he slit the throat of two men, decapitated one, pierced the heart of another and sent three crossbow bolts through three more. Killing seven men in one moment.
Seven
And this finally brings a halt to the groups rampant emotions and bringing down cold water on top of them. Clarity returns to the guards eyes as they gaze upon the blood soaked reaper in front of them. Wearing an all black outfit, a hold covering all sides of his face but the cruel skull with a grim smile plastered on its face. A wraith with no regard to human life, brutally tearing heads off and blinking inbetween realms outside of they perception…. He is…
A butcher.
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Word count; 2,108
A/n; haha, might have over done it a bit. Hope it's not cringe or anything.