All I can say is that I love Oblivion and wish I could do it better justice than this piece of sh-
All he could see was red. He had slain an Imperial Watchman. What was he going to do now? He could hear people shouting, 'Murder, someone's been murdered!' He could see his shaking hands clutching the bloodstained sword, but could not feel it. The sanguine fluid was spreading over the stones in the road and blotting the guard's shiny armor. The little bag of gold he had gotten caught plucking out of a High Elf's pocket was on the ground, it's contents scattered. He dropped the sword with a loud clang, and began to stagger away from the mess. His hands, without his notice, grasped at his wool shirt as his breathing turned into sharp gasps. He turned down the first alcove he found and went a ways until he felt safe and far away enough to collapse against the cold stone. He was just working on controlling his breathing when he felt someone's hand seize his upper arm and jerk him violently to his feet. Panicking, he twisted his arm out of the vicious grip and threw a blind punch. When his fist met hard metal, he knew he was done for. His eyes followed the armor up to the face of a hardened Imperial Guard. From the looks of this Guard's armor and decorations, he was higher-ranking than the one who had just been killed. 'It's all over, Lawbreaker.'
The Imperial City Prison was a dank place. The man was huddled against the very back wall of his cell. The Khajiit in the opposite cell had frightened him, calling to him through the bars, playing with his mind. The mysteriously wet and glistening chains hanging above him gave him shivers to look at or think about, so he had his eyes closed. He did not move when he heard the group of people approach the cell, but when he heard a key enter the lock on his door, he sat up with a jolt. A guard was unlocking his cell. He could see a few people behind the guard, but they were lost in shadow. He stood, readying himself for a fight. The guard stepped back once he had swung open the door. A man in a long, elaborate robe entered first, flanked by several more guards. The mysterious man greeted the prisoner. A sudden realization hit him: this was the Emperor Septim. They opened a secret door in the wall of his cell and invited him to follow them through. Without a second thought, the prisoner followed his supreme ruler through the sewers, for he now owed his freedom to the man.
Awful ending, I know, sorry -_-