Once again, I have decided to forsake my other stories in favor of this one. But fret not, this may surprise you.

Dishonored is one of my favorite games of all time. Both the original and the sequel are fantastic. I love them both to death and I cannot wait for the new DLC. But I've been thinking, There isn't enough Dishonored stories on this site, so I decided to write some.

Now I'm sure you all remember that I tried this with another story. That failed, I did't have enough time to do anything with it. That and I lost focus. But this time, things are different. This time, I'm hyped up. This time I have a plan for this story.

As the Outsider would say, let's see if we can do...better. And to make things interesting...

Corvo ran. He sprinted through the dark alleyways of Paris, heading in a random direction. He had no set destination, the only thing on his mind was simply Survival. Survive the men chasing him from behind. He clutched the ancient wooden box his father had given to him before telling him to leave the house. He remembered the arguing of the enforcer's and his father had about debt to the mob. That arguing was cut off with a bullet by the larger of the 2 enforcers, and then several bullets filled the air. Father, Mother, his sister...all dead. Only he survived. Him, Corvo Kaldwin, a 15 year old boy of black hair and British-Chinese descent was running away from 2 men who were paid to kill him. Oh, the Irony. Killed by merc's who were to collect a debt.

Corvo turned a corner, before slamming into a wall. As he fell, he heard the footsteps of the enforcer's closing in. He made an attempt to get up, but it was in vain. The men were here.

"I gotta tell ya Ricky, this one's fast. Ran 'ight past us." The smaller of the two men spoke to his comrade, who was answering. "Shame we cant bring him back to th' boss. He'd love a good runner."

"Can't win all of them." The second man then drew his pistol and started to edge closer to Corvo. Corvo crawled, desperate to get away. "Ya see this? He's trying to run!"

"Ha! This kid's frickin hilarious! Shoot his feet Mike, that'll teach him." Ricky spoke to his friend. Mike chuckled before he started to take aim. Corvo's hand reached for the dirt, reaching for something. Anything!

What was this? He felt something. Round, long, metal. A crowbar. Great, what was he supposed to do with a crowbar-

Acting on pure instinct, he swung it. The metal end hit Mike's temple, and penetrated his head. Blood and Brains gushed out of the open wound as he fell to the ground. "HOLY SHIT, Mike!" Ricky shouted, shocked at the boy's sudden move. Corvo lunged at the man as he attempted to draw his gun. He landed on the man, and began swinging. As the Crowbar hit and hit the man's face, Red was enveloping his face, Like the warm touch of a lover. He was no longer thinking, he just swung and swung. The splats and the cracks of metal meeting flesh and bone we're slowly vanishing. Soon, he could only hear 'Thud', 'Thud', 'Thud'.

He stopped, gasping for breath. His hand's we're shaking and his body was twitching. Slowly, his shaking hand went up and wiped the blood away from his Hazel eyes. Corvo could now take in the boons of his bloody labor.

Ricky's head was pulverized. A bloody puddle of brain, bone and flesh all liquid and stew. Corvo felt sick. No, he was sick. As vomit spewed out of his mouth, he scraweled away from the corpses. He then began to hypervenilate. What had he done? What had he done? Twitching still, he began to stand up. He was terrified. No, beyond terrified. But he had to leave. He slowly moved towards the box, the box his father had given him. It was wooden, ancient. Adorned with strange markings, he only recognized one thing on it. Mihi vindicta: omnia solvit. Latin. He was taught from a young age by his linguist mother to understand languages. Latin being one of them. He knew what those words meant.

Revenge solves Everything.

Had he gained revenged at this moment? His families killers, dead. By his hand. He slew the killers of his brethren, but who ordered them? Who sicked these men onto his flesh and blood? He wanted to know, he wanted to know...

Black was all that he saw as he collapsed, the cold black embrace of unconsciousness taking him.

Corvo's eyes shot open immediately. He gasped as he took in precious air into his lungs, but it felt different. His eyes took time to adjust, but when they did he gasped. He was in some ethereal plane, the alley, no World, was breaking apart. Chunks of rock and rubble floated in the air, still. Pure white was the sky, and he could hear a whale's song in the distance. He took a step forward, and regretted it at that moment as he felt the ground. It seemed like it was hollow, with nothing underneath. But he felt...compelled to. Like it was...fate.

He had no idea what that meant.

He stepped forward, not clutching the box. He could not pick it up, it seemed like it was bolted into the dirt. He saw the two bodies of his would be killers, with notes next to them. Kneeling, he flipped them over to read them.

Killer

Monster

Those words were written in blood. The corpses blood. Corvo quickly backed away, before moving on. He stepped out of the alley, only to see that the street was gone. In it's place was small islands, each of them a distance away. He saw another island nearby, noticeably larger. He felt that he had to go there. Looking at the islands, he sighed.

Corvo backed up, blowing air out in preparation. He then sprinted at max speed. He leaped from the alley to the island, for a moment he felt nothing. No gravity, no touch. He just felt empty, free. That of course was swiftly dashed away as his hands grasped the ledge of the island. Dangling from the edge, he gasped and sighed as he let himself be supported by the islands weight. He then moved upwards, forcing himself onto the island. Climbing, his feet felt the ground of the island as he stood up. Great. One island done, 2 more to go. Wonderful.

He repeated the process for the other islands. Backing up before leaping himself onto the islands. On the final one, he climbed up the vines on the edge. As he stood on the final floating landmass, he could see no other pass way. He was stuck, alone. In this void...

"Hello, Corvo." A voice came from nowhere. Corvo looked around frantically, but no one was in sight. That was, until a flash of black light emanated from thin air. From this shadow, stood him. A man, pale as a corpse, with deep black eyes. Black eyes filled with nothing. He wore a grey over-coat and brownish cargo pants. His black hair was short, and unkempt yet strangely styled. "What a sad hand fate has dealt you, your precious family dead and you all alone. With nothing except a box. What will the headlines say?" The figure spook. Corvo was frightened by the man, yet he felt strangely familiar with it. How was this possible. "However, do not think that this is your final chapter. You will soon play a pivotal part of this worlds history, like the superheros you aspire to." The man spoke again, amusement in his voice.

"Who are you?" Demanded Corvo, speaking for the first time since his families murder. The man smirked, before replying. "I am the Outsider. I'm sure you don't know of me, no one does now a day's. But that's neither here nor there." The Outsider then focused onto Corvo, who shuddered. "Your probably wondering why I brought you here, into my Void. The answer for this is simple, to inherit your birthright." As he said this, a sharp itch began to be felt on Corvo's left hand. This itch turned into a burn, as he was shocked by what he was witnessing. A marking, one of strange lines and dots was being branded into his skin! As he hissed in slight pain, the branding stopped. The Mark was done, and he felt no pain. How?

"My Mark." The Outsider spoke. "There are forces in the world and beyond the world, great forces that men call "magic", and now these forces will serve your will. Use this new-found power, my gift to you. Come find me." He said before vanishing. Corvo was alone once again. But he felt...different. Strange.

His mark began glowing a bright blue hue. He looked at it, the hue not leaving. Suddenly, islands materialized from nowhere, making a path. Corvo could tell that he could not leap from one to the other. There must be a way to cross! As he thought, his mind sparked an idea. Looking at his mark, he lifted his hand at the first island before making a fist. Energy then began to concentrate into his hand. He then could see a blue orb on the first island. It was ghostly blue, and he could see through it. Acting on instinct, he let his fist go.

With a burst of white light, he rushed forward with blinding speed, teleporting to the location of the orb! He let loose the air he had collected from his lung with one loud yelp. How did he do that? What just happened? As he processed this, the island's behind him began to collapse and break apart. The chunk's dispersing into the void. He saw this, and was naturally very afraid.

"Oh god, work please work please work please!" He panicked as he attempted to do the trick again. He clenched his fist again and again, to no avail. The island right behind him was starting to collapse. He was running out of time. Desperately, he let go of thought and acted on pure instinct. He let his hand act as it's own, clenching and gripping fiercely. Once again he felt energy build up. He then saw the blue orb once again. He released his hand, and he vanished in a blue light, reappearing at the orbs location. He saw the island that he once stood on beginning to fall apart. He had to act fast. He then began repeating the procedure; build energy into his hand, move the orb onto a desired position (He found out that the orb's position was decided by the general direction and position of his clenched hand) and release. When the steps done were correct, he would teleport. He decided to call this strange phenomenon 'Blink'. He didn't know why, but it felt right.

After several minutes of this, he landed on another large island. This one had something on it. Some sort of shrine, with massive curtains encircling and wrapping themselves on it. The main shrine was a small black end table, with some sort of tablet on it. It was made of bone, with the Mark of the Outsider carved into the middle of it. He could hear some sort of song emenating from the tablet, like a whales...

"In the days that follow, your trials will be great, Corvo." The Outsider spoke as he emerged from pure shadow's and into existence. "Seek the ancient runes bearing my mark, in the lonely places of your world and at shrines raised in my name. These runes will grant you powers beyond those of other men." The Outsider then held out his hand, as if to give Corvo something. "To help you find these runes I give you this: the Heart of a living thing, molded by my hands." Shadows enveloped his hand as something came into being from within the darkness. Corvo's eyes widened as he saw the Heart the Outsider held within his hand. It was human, but had strange mechanisms penetrating it. In the center was a small window, which held a small light. The Outsider then gave it to Corvo, who reluctantly took it. The Heart was warm...very warm. "With this heart, you will hear many secrets, and it will guide you toward my runes, no matter how they may be hidden. Listen to the Heart now, and find another rune." The Outsider spoke before vanishing. Corvo stood there, clueless. Acting on nothing, he squeezed the heart. What he heard...surprised him.

"In thousands of years, few have seen this place. Three were empresses. Two of them we're of your blood." The voice was wisp, seemingly empty. Yet it seemed as if it was truly alive. Corvo could not tell. As he wondered and marveled at the heart, he moved unknowingly towards the Rune. As he did so, the light within the heart glowed brightly! It glowed ever so brighter and brighter as Corvo moved closer to the Rune. He reached for it, then picked it up. He felt...powerful when he held it in his hands. As the light died, so to did his fear. Now no longer afraid, he felt different. HE felt...alive.

The rune glowered, a bright light. As he gazed at it, he felt as if he was absorbing power. The Rune then began to disintegrate into air, nonexistent now. The fractures of the Rune began to be absorbed into Corvo, which of course would make anyone gasp in fear. Yet the shards did nothing to the young man, only make him feel more powerful. His mark than began to glow once again, this time a more yellowish color. He built energy and released, and instantly the world turned gray. Objects were now colored orange, and the entire world was a dark gray. Soon it wore off, and the void returned to normal. Well, as normal as a void could be.

"How you use what I have given you falls upon you, as it has to the others before you." The Outsider spoke as he appeared right in front of Corvo. "And now, I return you to your world, but know that I will be watching with great interest." Before he left however, he smiled. "Oh, and the box you were given? Use the items inside. They belonged to your namesake." As the Outsider vanished, the world began to turn white, as Corvo shouted for the outsider to answer his questions. All in vain.

Corvo gasped as he bolted up from the bed he lied upon. The fact that he was lying on a bed was saying enough. Someone had saved him, brought him into their house. But for what purpose. As Corvo rubbed his eyes, he saw the Mark on his hand. Was it not a dream? Was it real? Corvo didn't know.

"About time you woke up, I was starting to get worried." A gruff voice came from behind. Corvo spun towards the voice, expecting to find a brute of a man or a witch of a woman. Instead of those, he found only an elderly man. Dark of skin and brown of eye. He had a gruff exterior and balding hair. He was clothed in simple browns and sat on a wheelchair. It was obvious that the mans legs did not work.

"Who are you?" Corvo asked, careful to not let the tone of his voice give away his fear. The man raised an eyebrow, and replied. "Is that anyway to reply to th' man who found you in a alley surrounded by two bodies? One of them's brains bashed out?" Corvo tensed up immediately, his fist balling up in case he needed it. "Relax, I ain't gonna hurtcha. I recognize those two, Mike and Ricky. The lowest of the low thugs can go I say. Buncha savages, thanks for getting rid of them."

"I-I didn't-"

"Well of course you didn't mean to! No one want's to kill a man but you did and now it's good riddance to them!" The man snapped. Corvo could now see that one of his eyes was milky white. "Forgive my manners, I'm just a bit riled up after the seizure you went through." Corvo's eyes went up as he gaped. "S-S-Seizure? HOW?" He asked, frightened by the words he just heard.

"Yeah, Seizure. I was moving you to the bed when I tried to take the box away, when I put it over there-" He gestured towards the corner, where the box laid silent and unharmed. "You started shaking and sweating. Now I had no idea what to do, So I gotcha medicine. But when I came back, you 're fine." He eyed Corvo rather suspiciously then, leaning from his wheelchair to judge him. "I wonder why."

"Uhh..I, Uh..." Corvo stuttered, but was stopped when the man began to laugh. "HAH, I'm just messin with you boy. Still though, it is rather strange isn't it." Corvo agreed with him. The room fell into a comfortable silence after that. The man then scooted up to Corvo and extended his name. "Harrison, Harrison Ford."

"Like the actor?" Corvo chuckled with his British accent. The man's eyes narrowed from that comment and he spoke. "Yes, I know." He said gruffly, then looked at the boy's hand. "Are you gonna shake or not?"

"Corvo, Corvo Kaldwin." Corvo added as he shook the man. "Corvo Eh...Interesting name." Harrison spoke, before turning away, going through the door. Corvo grabbed the box in the corner and followed. As he went through the door, he descended a large flight of stairs. He entered a main room, an apartment with random scraps of metal and wires laid about. The main focus was a large computer with multiple screens. Corvo spotted several photos and portraits hung on the wall. They showed a younger Harrison, standing in front of several men and a banner read "National Academy of Science Awards."

"Like that?" Harrison spoke to the young man. "Top of all my classes, I was. Set to be the biggest inventor the world has ever seen." Harrison spoke with a sense of nostalgia. "Of course, this happened." He gestured to his legs, which seemed to be shriveled. "Got burned badly, couldn't be accepted by anyone anymore. So, I've spent my day's as a supplier for the mob and it's 'Big Man' Boss. It sickens me." He said with disgust. He looked at Corvo. "I heard what happened to your folks, and I'm sorry. You can squat here for as long as you want, God know's I need the company." He then rolled off to his computer to type...something. Corvo looked at the box and remembered the Outsider's words. Use the Item's inside. They belonged to your namesake.

What the devil did that mean? He wanted to find out. Placing the box on a counter, he removed the latches before lifting the box's lid. He peered into the box's contents and saw several things.

A strange crossbow. It looked rather complex, and had several arrows with different colors on them.

A hilt of a blade, that had a button on it. He took it out and clicked the button. Almost instantly, a rather sharp blade sprout out of it. He studied and observed the now emanated sword, looking at it like a prized possession. He then put it to the side alongside the crossbow and set his eyes on the final object.

It was a mask, but not a simple mask. Oh no, this was more...deathly. It looked like random metal scraps and blades were molded together into the shape of a skull. The eye's seemed to have mirrors in it, alongside several other strange items. He lifted the mask and peered into it's eyes. As he looked into death itself, he felt comfort. Strange, very strange.

Lastly, there was a note. It seemed hastily written, and rather recent judging by the quality of the paper. Putting the mask aside, he read the letter.

Son, if you are reading this. Then I am dead. The whole family is dead. Your father has failed to pay off his gambling debts to the mob, and is now targeted. God, I love the man but he is such an Idiot!

But that's not why I'm writing this. The reason is our family. Do you know why you are called Corvo Kaldwin instead of Cheng? It's because our family is special. It's been special for a long time. You were named after your great-great-great-great I don't know Grandfather. He was named Corvo Attano, and he changed history. He was the lover of an Empress and he was her royal protector. This was a long time ago, in a city that no longer exists. That woman was killed, and their daughter was taken from him. He was framed for it, and jailed. But he escaped, and with the help of a conspiracy of Loyalists and a magical being known as the outsider, he toppled the Lord Regent and saved the city from a Destructive Plague. He used these items here to do so, alongside magical powers.

His daughter, Emily Kaldwin would also use these to depose of the Witch Usurper Delilah. And ever since, the Kaldwins have been mystical assassins. Both heroic and villainous. It has been up to the chosen to be either good or evil. This tradition was ended by my great grandfather, who locked away the items. They now lye in this box, with only I having stumbled upon this box after grandpa Morty died.

Corvo, you have a destiny. I know it. I don't know what you'll do, bur I pray It'll be good. No matter what, Your my son and I love you.

Mom

Corvo's eyes watered as he finished the letter. He could not help it, everything that had just happened was too much for him to bear. As he let tears spill, an idea sparked into his head. A grand idea.

"Harrison?" He called to the elderly genius. The man turned and scootered toward him, asking "What kid?"

"You said that you hated the mob, and wish they were gone, right?" He asked Harrison, who adopted a thoughtful - yet suspicious - look. "I did...what of it?"

"What do you think about helping me get rid of them?" An ambitious spark in Corvo's eyes as he said this. "Take down the mob? Are ya' Insane? The Big Man controls Paris! You can't fight him, WE can't fight him without some serious fire-power!" Corvo turned his head towards the box and it's contents, especially the mask. "You'd be surprised."

First Chapter done, and Now a story has begun! I'm going to do an arc of Corvo V. The Mob and it's leader, The Big Man. What will result of this shadow war, and who will survive?

So Corvo is named Corvo Kaldwin Cheng. Yes, he is related to Marinette, So if any of you are shipping them, don't. Just, Don't.

I also wanted to go over the gear Corvo will use in the future, alongside powers.

Gear:

Corvo's crossbow, with Incendiary, Sleeping, Explosive, Stinging and Howling Bolts.

Pistol with Normal and Explosive Bullets.

Corvo's sword.

The Mask, with Optics and a radio to communicate with Harrison. He's going to be an "Oracle" figure for Corvo.

Bone-Charms that he will acquire later on. I don't know which ones, but I'll find out.

Finally, the powers. Since Corvo is named after the Original Corvo Attano, I figured I'd give his powers. Thus, here are the power's New Corvo will have/gain

Blink (With the Stop time effect when he's not moving)

Stop Time (Fully Upgraded)

Possession

Devouring Swarm

Dark Vision

Windblast

Vitality

Blood Thirsty

Agility

Shadow Kill

He may get other powers in the future, but I dunno.

Thank your for reading, and I'll see you all next time!