Cultlike Stories

We wear white. We carve smiles into our masks. We scrub our skin until we bleed. Because in Section 32B, imperfection is a disease-and the cure is obedience. I never questioned the rituals. Never questioned the gunshots echoing through the streets. Never questioned the pills they hand us to keep our thoughts clean. Until he stopped me. Until his hand tightened around my arm. Until I started remembering things I shouldn't. Now the mask is cracking. And I'm not sure what's more terrifying- the truth... or what will happen if they realize I see it.

Elijah Wilson is an assassin, a member of the Brotherhood. He was an orphan as a child, never knew his parents. He was adopted by the mentor and was raised as his own. By the time Elijah was 12 he had decent training and was brought to the New York assassin training center where he spent the next 4 years of his life. Now 16, he has almost completed his training and believes he is ready to bring the fight to the templars. That is, until the assassins were attacked by the templars. Elijah wants vengeance but his step father won't let him go fight, so he decides to go out himself. What will happen to Elijah as he brings the fight to the templars by himself? Who, or what, will help him? Disclaimer: I own neither assassin's creed or dishonored, this is simply a fanfiction in the modern day world of assassin's creed with some dishonored content thrown in