Garrett gasped, dodging the sword as he pulled out his blackjack, hitting the guard when he wasn't swinging.
Corvo was already up, and already killed two, moving to his third, when he heard Garrett hiss in pain. He looked to him, only to see him dodge the swing of a sword.
Erin ran down the stairs, Emily teleporting down, grabbing the man who was about to swing at her father and knocking him out.
The men above jumped down, or ran down the stairs, and Erin used her claw to kill them, running to the man Garrett was having trouble killing.
Soon, Garrett grabbed a sawtooth arrow and stabbed it into the man's eye, swooping towards Corvo, but he was grabbed and thrown against the throne rooms door. He groaned, getting up and rushing into the throne room, Corvo rushing after him.
Inside, there were more guards, who circled the four, who had rushed in after Garrett. Garrett held his hand to his stomach where ripped leather was leaking deep red blood.
Fell to his knees, not being able to do anything as the other three knocked down the guards below, or in Erin's case, killed.
Garrett looked up at Corvo, and he saw Corvo's face become horrid as the sharp pain of a sword yanked itself in and out of Garrett's shoulder.
The pain, being too much, and the amount of blood he had lost sent Garrett back to the ground. He looked at his blood stained hands, then back st Corvo, who was rushing towards him.
Then everything went black, soon the sound of wind rushing against his ears lead him to open his eyes. He was in a dark place, the sky had a source of light, but each time Garrett moved to look at it, it moved away.
He frowned, soon looking in the eyes of a dark leaded man that looked much like his younger self.
Garrett noticed he was still holding his stomach, which was no longer and pain, and let it go, looking at the man before him.
"Hello Garrett,"
"How do you know me?" He asked in a angry voice, meant to intimidate, which didn't seem to work.
"Hmpf," The man said. "I know everyone. Including Corvo and Erin." He took a few steps away from Garrett. "And Basso."
Garrett let out a scoff, grabbing for his blackjack, which didn't seem to be there. He frowned, narrowing his eyes at the man before him.
"You crook!" He spat.
"Oh, Garrett," he chuckled. "You and Corvo just weren't meant to be. But he was stupid enough to find you again. I made the note to Corvo only, somehow ending up in Erin's hands as well.
"She ruined it. She told, And Basso was cautious, making it harder."
"What do you have against me?" Garrett yelled. "And Corvo."
"You are a fool, Garrett! I wanted rid of you, out of Corvo's life. Basso was the first, I didn't even think about Erin until I realized it was a mistake, but then I thought... how about Emily? If Erin killed Emily, Corvo would be crushed. But she never followed the current, did she?" He asked bitterly. Garrett narrowed his eyes at the man.
"Who are you anyway?!"
"Why, an outsider. Damion." He showed off his hand, only for Garrett to see a familiar mark.
Damion smirked. "Look familiar? Maybe try Emily's hand..."
An image of The mark on Emily's hand flashed through his mind, his glowing purple as she lifted Erin through the air. His face drained of color.
"Or Corvo's."
An image of a blue glow he'd seen the first time he met Corvo, holding him against him, or when he was reaching to him when he was falling from the balcony crossed his mind. He hadn't let it cross his mind ever after he had seen them, but now it seemed to make since.
It all did.
"Perhaps yours." Damion said. Garrett's eyes grew wide and he looked and his injured hand, noticing the mark.
He gasped, tying to wipe it off.
"Come on, Garrett. Let it happen."
"No! I don't want to be this. I won't become this thing!" He yelled, rubbing at his hand more and more.
Damion moved his face closer to Garrett's face.
"Don't you want to be with Corvo? To not have to pick sides? To be invisible? To stop time... it could all be yours." He smirked.
It sounded tempting, especially being invisible, and being with Corvo. But he knew he couldn't. It was a trick, he just knew.
"It's not a trick." Damion said, "don't you see Corvo and Emily? They have the mark of the outsider, and their life's are perfect."
Garrett could feel his hand began to burn more and more as the thought became more and more tempting to take. He began to breath faster and faster, looking at his hand.
"N-no!" He yelled when a cyan blue light bursted from his hand.
"Accept it, Garrett. C'mon, try it out. This is the best place. You can never die here."
Garrett shook his head, but his urge to see what his peers actually were took over him, and he noticed his hand clench, before he couldn't see it at all. He couldn't see anything. He gasped, before walking a few steps and appearing again.
"What is this?" He asked, beginning to calm slowly.
"A helpful mark. Now, there's more than that!" He smirked. Garrett clenched his fist again and let go, the man frozen, the air still, the light in front of him, blinding him.
He let time go, and the man chuckled, disappearing.
Garrett looked around for him, looking at his fist.
"Why did you want me dead?"
"I didn't. I wrote something else on that letter. Something only Corvo could read. I wanted you to have the Mark ever since you met Corvo. I felt as if you'd be perfect for it."
"What about Erin?" He asked, grabbing his hand.
"She wasn't fit for it. It would've killed her more than helped her."
Garrett gasped. He thought of the time when Erin had the primal. That must be why she was unfit. The primal drained most of her life away. She was weaker than she used to be.
"You'll figure out more powers as you grow accustomed to the two you have now. Have fun." He chuckled, pushing against Garrett.
Suddenly it was black again, and Garrett couldn't hear anything.
"Garrett?" He heard suddenly. It was Corvo. He tried to strain his eyes to see him, but it felt as if they were closed and wouldn't open.
"Garrett..." he felt someone grab his hand which had previously been burning, and squeeze it. "Why..."
