The outsiders gift

Corvo Grabbed the ledge of the building of the Golden Cat Brothel, then yanked himself up onto the roof top. Exhausted with fatigue he glanced down at the symbol on his left hand, the symbol of the outsider. It gave off a strange red glow, different from its usual blue hue.

The mission was a simple one. Lady Emily Kaldwin, the Empress, had asked him, her bodyguard, to deal with the drug and crime lord Cane. Someone who had almost complete control of Dunwalls underground and could easily lead a revolt. Emily did not care how Corvo accomplished his mission. Whether it be to kill him or not. But Emily could not take any chances with what happened to her own mother, Jessamine Kaldwin, not 15 years before.

But things got chaotic real fast. In an attempt to move from rooftop to rooftop, Corvo encountered a problem. When he attempted to blink he would fall just short of his destination, nearly costing him his life multiple times. His powers were waning and he could feel it.

Had he become senile and weak in his old age? Was the outsider taking his gift back? How much longer will he be able to use them? These were all questions he pondered as he made his way into the window.

"I'll Finish this if its the last thing I do" He murmured under his breath, "I might just need some help..."

He Dropped from the window ledge onto an unexpecting thug, thrusting his blade into his neck as he fell, killing him instantly. The mans body fell within seconds, with a pained look on his face. Before even touching the ground the man's body exploded in a cloud of ash, leaving his sword to clatter to the ground, alerting no one thankfully.

Corvo roze from the ashes, just as another guard turned to look where he was. Corvo dashed to cover before the man could identify him. He saw the sword left behind by the dead thug and rushed over to see what had happened. Thats where things got chaotic. The thug rounded the corner, seeing the dead body, and corvo's crouching form

"Guards!" He said drawing his pistol and sword, "Its the royal assass-" He stopped mid sentence as Corvo beheaded him with the folding blade. Corvo had silenced him. But it was too late. They knew he was there.

Thinking quickly, Corvo jumped on to the light hanging above the room just before the Thugs began piling up the stairs. Down on the floor was half the body of the dead thug. Below the waistline was gone. Nothing but dust. But his upper torso and head were still there. Corvo's abilities were failing him even more than he had thought.

The thugs stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the body. They all looked terrified. "Witchcraft!" One of them screamed ,running the opposite direction, tripped over the stairs, and fell all the way back down.

The others followed suit. except for the part of falling down the stairs. They simply trampled the man's limp body on the way.

"Um..." Corvo whispered, " that went better than expected."

Silently dropping to the ground, Corvo looked around. He strained to hear the on going screams of the thugs. "Bloody fools." He thought.