Hello and welcom.

Chapter two is here, though I'll warn you before hand, the uploads for this story might take awhile. I'm still in the process of putting together a chapter scedule. So you might have to bear with me for the time being.

So without further ado, let continue the story.

(RWBY is property of Rooster Teeth & Dishonored was developed by Arkane Studios and published by Bethesda Softworks)

At first all Daud felt was a paralysing numbness covering his entire body.

It was an odd feeling for sure. But not one to immediately panic over, not yet anyway. So he stayed like that for awhile, until a new feeling occurred.

And in an immense coughing fit, similar to that of a drown victim, all the numbness that he once felt was yanked away. Instead now replaced with pain, a searing pain like every sell of his body was being branded by The Outsider.

Daud, attempting to endure the agony he was experiencing, tried to get to his feet; inevitably putting a hand to his mouth to check for possible blood caused by the pain. Only to find he was wearing something over his face; by the shape of the area above his mouth alone he could tell it was one of the industrial whaling masks. Why he was wearing one now, he didn't know. 'Maybe that bastard wanted to make sure I was properly equipped, how genius of him.' Daud thought bitterly.

Trying to removed the mask as quickly as possible, inevitably pulling his hood down at the same time. Silently hoping that maybe the additional air would help reduce the coughing and more so the near excruciating pain that was coursing through his body. But upon the removal of the mask and hood from his head, he noticed something. The assassin wasn't alone.

All around him, laying on the lush, green grass of a expansive field. He looked upon people who were wearing similar attires to himself. Except instead of a dark red coat, such as his, they were wearing ones of dark blue and grey.

'No.' Daud though to himself, trying to hold down another coughing fit with his hand. 'Why did you bring them with me!? That wasn't apart of are deal!' He mentally shouted, throwing his mask to the ground. In turn grounding himself due to the pain caused by that action.

Daud was furious. It was evident to see, and without a way of communicating his thoughts on the matter to that bastard. It'll just have to stay that way.

Although he hoped to be able to calm down in awhile. He would be a fool, even with people such as these, not to except questions of how they got here or where exactly here is.

If he'd know that they'd be brought with him here, he would of denied the mission then and there. As much as he may not show it, he did care for the men and women who he banded together. All of them had their pasts be them ex-mercenaries, street kids or refugees. He didn't care. So when society through them out, he gave them somewhere to go. Through trained, discipline and bit of black magic; he'd given them a purpose.

So, when asked to go into to unknown, to deal with the issues of a god, he didn't mind. He knew the risks, and that going back was most likely impossible; he accepted it. His people though, they didn't have that choice, they didn't get to decide.

'They don't deserve this.' Daud thought to himself, as he looked to his Whalers.

They, like himself a couple minutes prior, were coughing heavily. With most having already removed their masks in hopes the fresh air will help them, although some were still having trouble in removing them.

So, getting back to his feet again. Daud tried to make his way over to the closest Whaler who was have difficulty, which so happened to be a Novice, indicted by their grey jacket.

Yet only now, at his full height and a good grasp on the situation, did he see just how many of his Whalers were there in the field with him. At first when he saw them he was in total pain, struggling to breathe and with anger clouding his mind. Now though, most of those problems had dulled slightly, and with that he could see them all the more clearer. The entire field was littered with bodies of blue and grey.

'Just how many did you unwilling throw into this situation with me?' Daud growled in his mind, still making his way over to the downed whaler, his coughing slowly becoming more manageable as he continued.

As he reached the whaler in question, Daud crouched down and put his arms on theirs; trying to calm them down so he could remove their mask. He could hear the persons laboured breath as their coughing continue; after struggling for a bit more, they reluctantly calmed down allowing him to remove their mask.

And upon its removal he was met with the face of a young woman around the age of twenty, with short blond hair and closed eyes, seemingly trying to subdue her coughing fit. Galia Fleet, master with a blade and undyingly loyal to the Whalers. He knew her the same as he did with any other member of his group.

"Galia you'll be fine, just take deep breaths." Daud tried to tell the novice from his crouched position above her, but noticed his voice was off, a slight distortion, not really that noticeable but there all to same. Confused but not concerned he went to stand again, to see if anyone else needed assistance, but was stopped when he heard Galia said something below him.

"Daud. Sir I-", she stop upon opening her eyes, still trying to take in air, as she looked at the assassin above her.

At this, Daud looked back down at her and noticed an oddity. Even though he didn't regularly see the faces of those he recruited, due to their masks, he still knew what they looked like. Galia was no different, but now that her eyes were open he saw something that confused him. Instead of her normal green eyes, red ones took their place, as she started at him in slight... was it fear?

Ignoring her fear, simply believing it to be shock from waking in a different place. He motioned her to, 'Calm down', as he looked for any other differences he may have missed on the first removal of her mask. A pare of footsteps were notably getting nearer to them; accompanied by, a now familiar, coughing. So with seeing no other differences, besides her red eyes, he looked over his shoulder to see two, maskless, Novice assassins who were in the process of coming over to him.

The first of the assassins appeared to be oldest of the two, being in his mid twenties, possessing two scars which went down the lower right side of his face. His blond hair was shaved on both with a textured, short quiff which lead to, and went over, his right side. While other, being around twenty, had slightly longer dark brown hair, with it curling slightly on the ends. Sideburns were noticeably present on both sides of his face which lead into short, stubbly beard.

He knew these two well enough, Jenkins and Desmond respectively, both having aided him with training demonstrations in the past. Yet upon meeting their faces they almost instantly went for their weapons. Expressions of shock and fright suddenly appearing on their faces. Both, like Galia, possessing the same red eyes.

"Sir?" Desmond questioned him slowly, almost as if he were stranger. Daud raised from the ground soon after, giving Galia some space to get up.

"Yes." He replied normally, making sure to keep both men in his line of sight.

Subtly, Daud noticed that several other Whalers had now recovered enough to take note of their surroundings; yet upon seeing him, they would just stared. All possessing a fearfully confused expression on their faces. Some of the younger ones even attempted to look at themselves in the reflection of their masks lenses.

Though strangely, he noted that only the Novices where up and looking at him. All the Master level assassins where still on the ground, as they tried to overcome whatever still ailed them.

Yet before Daud could process this observation any further, Jenkins, the slightly older and more experienced Novice, continued were his partner left off.

"Daud... Master, I... Are you alright?" He asked with noticeable concern. Both men still holding onto the handle of their respective blades, yet they noticeably loosened their grip on Daud replied.

Daud was now getting irritated with how they were acting. Something was wrong, and from what he was seeing, it had to do with him. Did he suffer changes to? From what he's seen so far it was only eye colour that notably changed. Still, from the reaction his Whalers were giving him, that didn't seem to be the case. So what was it?

"I'm fine. Now what's the problem?" Daud questioned them, make sure to enforce how irritated he was with their previous questions.

With a breath glance at one another, both assassins slowly removing their hands from their weapons. Yet, Daud noticed that Desmond was slowly reaching for something in one his left trouser pocket.

Daud was on guard, although not expecting to be attacked by his men, he still had to be careful. They were noticeably confused and scared, which he presumed would be a problem, especially when he tells them that they're currently in a different world. But to find out he was the reason of their fear, that did confusing him.

'What could be so bad for them to act like this?' Daud though, only to then be presented with something.

In Desmond's left hand was what appeared to be a compact, metal mirror.

Having an idea of why he was being given the item, Daud picked it up out of the assassin's extended hand and opened it to see what was causing his Whalers to act in such fear.

Yet, what he saw in the mirrors reflection shocked him almost as much or even more than what his Whalers must of experienced: His pale rough skin, now ghostly white and smooth, his hair no longer dark brown but a snowy white; gone was his once ocean blue eyes, now replaced with ones of blood red and scleras of black. All that really stayed the same was his scar that ran down the right side of his face and eye.

And at that moment an intense chill was felt through all the Whalers, as Daud mentality cursed in utter fury at the one responsible.

'After you said it was done.' The thoughts rung out as as Daud start to close his hand around the mirror. 'You said that I would get to live my life in a world which wouldn't know me or what I've done.' And as the pressure on the mirror increased. "How literal could you get." The stress on the mirror was reached it tipping point. "Because, who would I be...' Until... 'If I let them remember a monster.' It broke.

And done.

Well that was definitely an interesting revelation. I did have some other thoughts on where to take the store after the first chapter but inevitably this is what I chose, which I don't mind. And for all those wondering about how this happened or why it happened, just wait, I will get round to explaining it later in the story.

Oh, just as note as well, the characters of Galia is not an OC. She is a Whaler, both in the game and more prominently in the novel Dishonoured: The Corroded Man. She, along with other known Whalers, will be have big part to play in this story.

(Update note: The addition of Jenkins and Desmond is just to add more characters for me to use later in the story. These two are technically OC's, but both are inspired by a image I found while doing research of chapter 3, and from the names listed for the summoned assassins power.)

So I thank you for stopping by, and until next time. Have a happy day.