Dunwall's Shadow ( A dishonored inspired Novel)

Chapter 1

Robbery

The soft click of the tumblers being tripped in the lock was music to my ears. I slowly pushed the strong wooden door open, making sure to not make it or the floor creak. I peered into the corridor as I slowly crept in. Pulling my dark blue cowl over my head, and the Black bandana crossed over my mouth and right eye. I brushed my hand quickly over the utility belt on my waist, making sure to keep the short sword that hungered for a kill firmly strapped to my waist. I pulled out the smoke bomb and made sure that it was ready to go off, I would need it in a fight. If my targets security was as strong as they said, I would need all the help I could get. I pulled my boots up along my calves and made sure they would not squeak. Staring at my black rubber gloves, I pulled out my crossbow, made specially by Piero Joplin, an especially talented inventor and engineer. My crossbow was a small handheld device that fired sleep darts. Rumour had it that the masked assassin who was running riot around the city had a crossbow exactly like mine. If that was true, Piero would have some explaining to do when we next met. Strapping the crossbow around my wrist, I quickly brushed a finger over the metal strap where I kept my Bone Charm, it didn't do anything, or at least, I didn't think it did anything. Just a good luck charm.

Moving on to the job at hand, I quickly stalked through the first corridor, watching for arc pylons or walls of light. This upper class man's house was huge, you could probably fit a dozen smaller houses in the first corridor alone. I leaned around a corner and spotted an officer of the city watch guarding a peculiar looking vase. It was probably worth a lot. Now the question was, how do I get the guard to leave his post? I stooped down and picked up a bit of loose tile off of the floor, strapped it into my crossbow and fired it into the room opposite. The guard instantly went to check out what had made such a loud crash. I snuck up to the vase and reached out to grab for it, but then I saw the small grids going up the side of the case. Damn, there was a wall of light around it, how did they make it so small? Anton Sokolov must have been working double time to make all of these new weapons for the city watch. If I touched that wall of light, my hand would be incinerated. Then where would I be, my hands are my most valuable assets, especially in my line of work. I would have to find the power source, probably just a large tank of whale oil in the corner of a storage room somewhere, probably. I turned around to see the guard slowly walking back to his post, exactly where I was standing. Luckily for me, he had his head down, so he didn't see me while I used my rope dart to hoist myself onto the air vent above him. The annoying thing was, this guard was already suspicious and had his sword drawn. He also had a pistol strapped to his chest, that would be a nuisance if it came down to a fight. I pulled out my spyglass and looked through it, I could clearly see the small, jagged lines of electricity running up the wall of light, why hadn't I noticed it before?

Staring around the room, I noticed a small wooden door that looked like it had cables running through, zooming in with my spyglass, I saw that the cables from the wall of light ran right through it. That must have been where the tanks were. Now I just had to get the guard to move again and then I could sneak into the power room. "What was that racket?" Dammit, another guard. Sound travels better than I thought in here. I would have to use a smoke bomb. Or... Yes, I would use my whistle! The whistle is not a whistle for calling dogs. It emits a high pitch shriek that causes immediate (but temporary) deafness and blindness to its targets. I plugged my ears and blew into the whistle. Both of the guards fell to the floor in surprise and agony. I hope no one else heard that. Putting another rope dart into my crossbow, I shot it at the ledge above the door. Landing gracefully on the floor in front of it, I slowly pushed it open. Staring around the room, it took me a moment to work out where the tank of Whale oil was, there were so many boxes and cables, I didn't know where to start. Eventually, I saw the tank and yanked it from its sockets. The loud sound of the wall of light powering down was a lovely noise for someone in my line of work. I stepped out of the power room and smiled behind my bandana, five guards were slowly advancing on me. This would be easy. Pulling out my short sword, I motioned for a guard to attack with my fingers. He kindly obliged and swung his sword at me. I easily dodged the blade and sank the tip of my blade into his back, he fell to the floor screaming. The second guard pulled out his sword and lunged, but he was more cautious than the first guard as he always blocked as soon as he finished an attack. I quickly dispatched him by slicing his throat, he fell gurgling an insult. The third guard decided not to attack and pulled out his pistol, took aim and... Fell to the floor with a crossbow bolt lodged in his brain. I stalked over to the vase and picked it up. It was smooth, cool and the carvings in it were probably worth a lot of money.

I turned and saw about ten guards surrounding me. Shit... I stared at them for a moment and then I pulled out a smoke bomb and slammed it into the floor. I pulled out my last rope dart and shot at the roof. Good thing it was glass. I zoomed up into the skylight and smashed through, showering the guards below. I stepped off of the roof and landed gently on the opposite one.

My name is Maro Arc and this is my story.

(Continued in part 2)