So, here we go. The first arc is finished and here we go to the second part of the story! The investigation! And I can't say enough how happy I am that I've made it this far. Here's hoping that this arc will be better than the first! (And Hopefully get more reviews...I live for the validation...)

Two new thing's have happened recently, though they aren't major in any way or shape. I got the new Spider-man game for ps4 and It is amazing and I love it. Please play it, i'm going to take inspiration from the game into the story as to make it more enjoyable to read, cause Corvo's kinda boring now that I look back. I don't want to restart, but I need to make changes to several characters, Corvo especially. Another thing I've done is watch the new netflix show The Dragon Prince. It's Pretty much Avatar the Last Airbender but DND, and I am a huge fan of both. So already I like it. A lot. So go check it out, I'm sure they're gonna be fanfiction of it soon, and I'M GONNA BE ONE OF THE FIRST I TELL YA! Hopefully...I need to look at my profile and reevaluate what stories I wanna keep doing or which one's were one-off flukes...

But never mind changes and my personal preferences, let's do a story that is super hard to push myself to write because deep down I really like it but can't motivate myself to write because of constant shifting of attention and ideas! Let's do this!

So, you made you choice. Time now will tell your tale.

Maybe you'll be just as bloody as the Knife of Dunwall, maybe you will follow in the footsteps of the Queen of Gristol. Or maybe, you'll uncover the secrets of the first one...It's been a while since we've seen a true successor to the Forefather of all my marked.

I'm alway's excited to see what comes next.

The Blade sunk into the man's shoulder as he screamed, the masked assassin didn't care. Not one bit. He then forced the man forward, getting behind him and applying pressure. Snap. The crunch of breaking bone filled the alleyway as the man went limp, unmoving, unbreathing. The Black Hand of Paris removed the blade from the corpse and pressed the button on the side, returning the blade to it's dormant state, that of a handle. He turned to the woman, her clothes torn. Her eyes wide with fear..no...terror. Afraid for her life, afraid of the man before her.

The Knife didn't blame her. He was rather terrifying to look at. Being covered in blood and having a mask shaped like a demented skull would do that.

"Go." He pointed to the alley exit. "Call the police. Spread the word." Ah yes, the 'Word.' Word of the Knife of Paris coming for anyone who would commit wrong in Paris. That, was somewhat inaccurate. He did more than just target common criminals. High priority targets where now on the market, this was just a detour. As the woman ran the other way, the Knife cracked his knuckles, and blinked away from the alley, leaving behind a small gust of ash. Running across the rooftops, he leaped off the top of a building onto another. His job today entailed the take down of Melvin Moray, an illegal arms broker. He was hired to put a 'halt' to his operations. A simple job. Dead or Alive too, his favorite. He generally kept them alive now rather than before when he started out, but he was willing to kill. Side's he'd rather stay under the legal radar as much as possible and act as a vigilante rather than a superhero. More creative freedom to act as he wished.

The Knife of Paris slide underneath a set of pipes before blinking his way onto a small ledge, where he waited. This was usually where Moray did his deals. He began forming a plan, wait for him and his customers to arrive. Sneak up, place a few stun-mines, grab Moray, get out. A solid plan. Thus, he waited...

Corvo snored slightly, a bit of drool spilling onto his mouth. "Mr. Kaldwin!" Ms. Mendeleiv shouted. Snapping up, his eyes bolting open he shouted "NOT DEAD!" Everyone giggled at there fellow student's misfortune. It was a very well known fact that Corvo liked to sleep, a lot. So much that he would sometimes just crash in the middle of class, his snores were easy to identify. "I don't care if you have insomnia, I will not have you pass out in my class! Now straighten up!" Ms. Medneleiv hollered before going back to her lesson. Corvo stayed uptight for a few seconds, before leaning back down and resting his head on his hands.

"You got in trouble~" Lila sang. Corvo pouted at her and said "Not like your any better, she's out to get ya." She blew a raspberry and smacked him lightly on the head. The two of them sat next together a lot during class's now, and the two had become quite good friends, able to laugh a lot and be complete assholes. Not the bad kind of asshole however, where they would be mean on purpose. That was known as being a Dick. Rather, the two of them were sarcastic, but helped other's out and were mean to be nice. A sort of teasing meanness if you would. Nathaniel leaned over to him and whispered "You wouldn't get in much trouble if you stayed awake."

"Shut up Nath." Corvo replied as he lightly punched him in the shoulder. The three of them had become inseparable over the 3 months Corvo had been at this school, which gave them the name of "Terrible Misfits." Quite fitting, considering the members. One was a British jackass (Who was secretly a vigilante), another a notorious liar, and an airhead artist. Oh the shenanigans they could get into. "Now, who can tell me the molecular number of a quart of water?" The teacher asked, which was answered with silence from everyone. "No one? Did anyone do the homework?" Again, no one answered.

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"You really need to sleep more." Lila said as she and her friends walked out of class. "But it's fun not getting any sleep! Your not my mom!" Corvo replied, his trademark snark being prominent. "Side's, it's not like I wanna stay up all night. Ms. Mends the worst!"

"Yeah she kinda is."

"See? Nath know's what I'm talking about!" Lila's faceslapped herself when the two boy's gave each other a fist-bump. The two continued down the street to the corner, where they split off from Nathaniel. Now it was Corvo and Lila, who just walked. "SO...how's life?"

"Really?"

"Well my brain isn't coming up with any good conversation pieces, so I got nothin' here." She sighed as she faced down the street. "Well, dance is comin' up soon. I heard the themes gonna be Ladybug and Chat Noir, because of course it is."

"I mean, they ARE the most trending thing on ItTube."

"Yeah, but I just kinda wanna get away from all the talk. Y'know, 'Ladybug this!' and 'Chat Noir that!'" She exasperated, hands aloft. "My dear Lila, are you becoming a hipster?"

"Stop before I punch you Kaldwin." A small chuckle resulted in said punch and an "Ow" from Corvo. They continued to chat about small nothings all the way to Lila's house, a "small" 3 floor. "I-I thought you lied when you said you where rich!"

"I may lie about some things, but never about money." She winked as she stepped up the stairs, however before she went inside she looked back. "So...about the dance...maybe you wanna go as a group with Nathaniel?"

"Uhmm..yeah sure. That sounds...a lot of fun. Yeah."

"Yeah..."

'Yeah..." If 'Awkward Silence' had a book in the dictionary for a definition, it would be this. It lasted for about 15 more seconds before Corvo awkwardly waved goodbye and made his way back home. It was a short walk, about 10 minutes. During this time, his head was racked in internal thoughts, because of course a teenager would have a lot of internal thoughts because of a moment like that. Oh god that was stupid, why did I even say 'Yeah?' Ugh I screwed up! I can't let her find out that I like her and she's pretty and amazing and great, It'll mess everything uuuuuuuuuuuuuup. It was like that for a few more minutes before he stepped into the bakery. "Hey Aunt Sabine, m'back."

"Hey Corvo, how was school today."

"Same." She nodded from behind the stall as she pulled out another tray of pastries. Hopping up the stairs to put away his bag, he grabbed the apron and got ready to change. It was decided that he would help out as well with the bakery after schools, same as Marinette. Usually the two shared the shift after school, but Marinette was busy after school apparently, hopefully not with that Luka guy. Corvo couldn't explain it but he just didn't like him. He was chill guy, cool, nice, goodlooking as well, but Corvo just didn't like him! WHY?! Oh well, At least it wasn't like last weekend, meeting Marinette's grandmother was...awkward...since one they weren't related but she acted as if she was his grandmother and gave him terrible candy anyway, and the fact that she was akumatized and nearly shot him with some beam that turned a lightpole into a piece of coal. Luckily Ladybug and the Chat Noir got him to safety. He probably should stay away from them when he went out, as a sort of thanks for 'not letting me become a rock'. Then again, there was their first meeting, and last night.

Corvo groaned as he closed the bathroom door and faced the mirror. The makeup was coming off, thanks to gym class teaching American Football for some reason. He loved going to america for vacation, especially that one city Chicago, it was great. He just didn't like the idea of living there, with their last election being weird and the fact that Camilla Hombee had to reveal that she was the hero Victory to the world to prove to her opponent that she wasn't an immigrant. That election was just...bizarre. Could someone imagine what would happen if that doofus actually won? But that's off topic. Corvo slowly rubbed off the makeup to reveal the bruise. At least it wasn't bulging black anymore, it was just a smooth dark red. It stinged to touch, and his face hurt all day. Reapplying the makeup, he exited the bathroom and looked into his room. Sighing, he closed the door behind him and entered it. He recently got the guest bedroom assigned to him as a permanent room, until they had guests over. Then he would sleep on the couch, it was only fair. Quietly lifting the loose floorboard, he gazed upon his remaining half of the mask. The right side being all that was left. Quickly closing the board again, he made his way downstairs to his shift, careful not to touch his aching face.

Wakakakakakakaka...Blolololol. Game Over

"Oh come on!" Corvo grunted as he restarted the game. Pacman began eating his pellets again while Corvo waited. It had been an hour already and NO ONE HAD SHOWN UP! It was fact that there would be a deal tonight, but why weren't they here yet?

"Yes yes yes yes...no no no no nonononoNOO! Die in a fire Blinky! You stupid piece of-" The young vigilante was interrupted when several car's pulled up. Quickly turning off his phone, he crouched and used the magnifying option in his mask. Yep, it was the guy. He spent a couple of minutes listening in, recording everything with a disposable video camera he picked up a while back, nothing beats total wholesale from your local Costco. Looked like the deal was starting to wrap up. Deciding to make his presence known, he quietly threw several stun mines towards the group before shouting "Hope you don't mind me crashing the party!"

The grunts and shouts of the goon's did little to stop them from getting a fist to the face or a kick to the stomach. When most of them had recovered, The Knife of Paris had already taken out 6 of them, leaving three more and Moray left. "Get the Knife!"

"The Knife, here?! Where?" Corvo mockingly turned around, after which he dodged a punch to his cheek and responded in kindly with a jab to the neck. Blocking another man's metal pipe with the hilt of his blade before grabbing his wrist and twisting it, causing the man to drop the weapon. He then delivered a headbutt and followed that up with a shove that knocked down the other goon too. Standing straight from the short bout, he spoke. "You guy's suck at this don't ya? Now, Mr. Moray why don't we oh crap your running." Indeed he was. Desperate to escape, Mr. Moray had bolted straight away from the vigilante, ignoring his car much to the confusion of Corvo. "Don't you wanna get into your car? It'll be easier for both of us!" Sighing, he blinked to the roof tops and ran after him. The chase was rather pathetic, lasting about 10 minutes due to the place the target went to. The Louvre, because of course. Moray ran into the building, ignoring the security measure's it had. Maybe it was his lucky day and it was down, maybe they were busy. It didn't matter, all that did was that he was being chased by the Knife of Paris, the man who brought down the Mob with blood and steel.

Moray headed to the exhibits, the seasonal ones to be specific. This year, a new archaeological dig in Morocco had unveiled an old society dubbed Karnaca. It appeared to be a port city which stood in modern day Morocco, and artifacts recovered from the dig was put on display around the world in only the most prestigious museums. He passed the glass containers containing strange masks, musical instruments, weapons and the head of an ancient automaton bur was brought to a careening halt when a crossbow bolt pierced the loose flaps of his pants, pining him to the ground. As he struggled to get free, Corvo landed in front of him. "Wouldn't try that myself, arrow's pretty tough to break."

"P-P-Please don't kill me."

"Shush my friend, I'm not gonna kill you." Moray took those words to heart, they were the best thing's he'd ever heard in his entire life. "Y'see, killing you wouldn't do a thing. It's just pointless, but you gotta stop dealing your goods, y'know? So, I'm struggling what to do with ya. I Could stab you, or I could let you live. One has the guarantee of you not dealing drugs to 8 year olds, but the other has more personal satisfaction. It's tough." Corvo lightly tapped his head, terrifying the man. "So, I made the decision of only slightly beating your face in. Don't worry, you won't die."

"I-It's j-j-just gonna hurt a-a lot?"

"Yep!"

"Oh god..."

"Oh nonono don't feel sad!" Corvo then put his hand on the man's shoulder, wiping away the tear's mockingly. "It's not like this is gonna ruin your life, just your sex appeal." He stood up and reeled his fist back, looming over the man. However, before he could start the large amounts of pain, a voice cried out "Stop!" Turning around, Corvo groaned when he saw Ladybug and Chat Noir behind him, looking ready to kill. Well, not kill, just seriously injure. But not break any bones or scar for life, just knock out or something. "Ugh, you two again? Didn't we just do this three month's ago...wait that's a while ago. This qualifies as something else."

"We're taking you down! Your going to answer for all the people you've murdered!" Ladybug growled.

"You do realize that I killed mobsters, right? Beside's, it's not like you can actually stop me-HOLY CRAP!" He shouted as he dodged the staff that was thrown at him. He groaned before saying "Fine, my turn." With that, he unleashed a Windblast, sending them flying back. Turning to Moray, he shot several more arrow's into his clothing to pin him down. "Stay. Good doggy." With that, he leapt into the fight. He dodged a kick from Ladybug before twisting away from Chat's pounce. Flicking open his blade, he parried and blocked Chat's staff which he held as a rapier. Blinking out of the way from Ladybug's yoyo, he grabbed his crossbow and opened fire with several bolts. The duo avoided the bolts before dodging pistol fire as well.

Corvo charged the two, holding his blade with both hands. He swung rapidly and strongly at Ladybug, all the while dodging Chat Noir. Ladybug threw her yoyo like a whip, wrapping the unbreakable string around the blade and pulled, sending the blade out of his hands. As he stumbled forward, Chat took the opportunity to hit him in the gut, sending him back wheezing. "...ow...that hurt."

"While we're fighting, I gotta ask what's with the sudden personality change? Last time we met you were all moody and emo, now your joking around, what's with that?" Chat asked as he leaped at him, Corvo rolled away from the blow, following that with a punch which landed. "Contrary to popular belief, I ain't an edgelord. My PR agent went around, made some adjustments, told me to stop bein' emo. The usual." Corvo grunted as he landed a savage kick to Chat's face. "Well, how Un-Fur-tonate for mew."

"...your dead."

Ladybug jumped out of the way of her flying (and screaming) partner, thrown at her by the Knife of Paris who was now sprinting full on at her. Grabbing his blade, he slide underneath Ladybug's strike with her yoyo and threw a small stun mine at her. Remembering the last time they fought, the superheroine rolled away from the mine, using her yoyo to destroy it in a single blow. She then began to trade blow's with the Knife, a blade met a yoyo string, fist met fist. Corvo used his mark to create the Void tendrils, whipping it at her. She ducked and jumped away and over them, mindful not to let them touch her. Yet it still failed as one wrapped around her foot. Slamming her up and down the floor, Corvo used the smokey whips to send her careening towards Chat Noir. The two collided, rolling away right next to a podium. "Well my lady, this is certainly familiar." Chat sensually said. Ladybug blushed as she took notice of the...position they were in. "Get off." She muttered as she pushed him off quite easily. Standing up, they saw the Knife of Paris approaching. "This isn't working, we need a new approach!" Ladybug said before she took her yoyo in hand and shouted "LUCKY CHARM!" Red energy emanated from the yoyo, before it fell back to the ground and revealed it's transformed object to be...a sheet of music.

"A music sheet? How's this gonna help?" She bemoaned before looking to her left. The glass podium contained some sort of large music box. It had horns, piano key's and everything. There was also a slot which seemed to fit in...a music sheet. The same size as the one in her hand. "Chat, distract him!" She ordered quickly, which he complied. As the two began to duel once again with staff and blade respectively, Ladybug smashed the glass and grabbed the instrument. Struggling to put it on, she managed to equip it and found out how to make the noise, a crank on the right size. "Hope this works..." She muttered to herself as she inserted the sheet and began to play.

Corvo laughed as he ducked underneath another blow from Chat's staff and gave a quick slice. It rang true as Chat cried out in pain, a gash could be seen on his right shoulder. Grasping it in pain, he growled as the Knife gave a little flourish with his blade. "Where's that cockiness now?" Chat got back into stance, ready to duel once again. Corvo charged, intent on winning this duel as quickly as before. But he never made it, as he began to hear the most foul and infernal sounds he had ever heard! The noise, oh god how it hurt! Yelling in agony, he dropped to his knees and dropped the blade, putting both of his hands to his ears. "GAAAAH! IT'S LIKE NAILS BEING POWERDRILLED INTO MY BRAIN! STOOOOP!" Oh how it hurt! It was so terrible, it was horrendous, agonizing!

"Chat now!" Ladybug yelled as she dropped the music box and charged. They then landed blow after blow onto the Knife of Paris. A fist to the gut, a kick to the side, a jab to the leg. It ended when Ladybug gave a might punch straight into his face, powerful enough to split his mask clean into two! He yelled in pain as the two halves of his mask fell to the ground and he slumped down, his face being covered in shadow and his long hair. Ladybug and Chat stood their, unaware how to act. Had they just killed him? Ladybug reached a hand out, about to speak when the Knife flung his left hand forward, sending a windblast at them. As they flew back, he paused time, rendering them helpless. He made it quick, a roundhouse to the face for Chat, a haymaker for Ladybug. Before the pausing ended, he grabbed the right side of his mask and held it too his face. Sheathing his blade, he ran. Time resumed as Ladybug and Chat Noir fell to the floor again, exhausted and in pain. They barely saw the Knife teleport up to a ledge with an open window, briefly looking back. They could only see the right side of his face, which was covered by the ruins of his mask. His leftside obstructed by shadow. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Groaning as they stood up, the gazed upon the broken left side of the Knife's mask, the distinct skull shape being shattered.

It was 10:30 in the evening. The police lab was clean, the only evidence from last nights break in at the Louvre were several crossbow bolts, bullets, and the ruined half of a skull mask. "Man, what a fight it must've been." Richy Jopplin said to his colluege, Martin Cambell.

"I'll say. Ladybug and Chat Noir gave us what happened, Moray told the same. Wonder why the Knife would go after him though?"

"He was a drug dealer, gave goods to kids. Whatever the Knife does, he's a hero for trying to stop him."

"You mean vigilante. He has murdered 30 people in the last 4 months. He's dangerous."

"Yeah Yeah I know, but he also stopped the mob. Crime's been going down, people are safer."

"Except Akumas."

"Except Akuma's. LB and Chat'll take care of them, we'll do the Knife." Richy said as he turned away from Martin. Before any of them could speak any further, a voice told them "If you plan on stopping the Knife of Paris, you should stop wasting time and praising him." The voice had a heavy Achuan accent, and was very strict. Both men turned around to see a silver haired woman glare at them. She seemed to be in her thirties, her eyes a cold green. She was of average height, and wore a dark grey coat and uniform. At her side was a handgun and a baton. "Hey, who the hell are you supposed to be-"

"Investigator Emile Sablinova. Head of Wild Hunt. Your Mayor has hired us to provide additional security to the city in case of Akuma attacks and sightings of The Knife." She stepped past the two men and entered the laboratroy, despite the two men's objections. Strolling along towards the evidence table, she grabbed the broken mask piece and studied it. Smirking to herself, she was eager for the ensuring days.

A hunt, would begin.

Well, I'm done with this one. Took a couple of day's, but I made it. So, we're now in the first chapter of the second arc, Investigation! Corvo's injured and his mask is broken, he's pining for Lila, LB and CN know how to beat him, and theirs a new factor in this entire game they're playing, Emile Sablinova and her Wild Hunt! (Yes, she is a reference to Silver Sable. Imagine her like she is in the Spiderman PS4 game. I told you I'd start taking inspiration from the game.) Please review, fav, follow, etc etc etc I don't care.

Now, if you'd excuse me, I'd like to take a nap.

Apologies sir, but I must object.

Francois? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages!

I was on holiday, sir. There is a letter for you.

Really? A letter? Alright I'll look at it. What's it say...Avatar the Last Airbender live action series ordered by Netlix? Recreation of the original series, showrunners are Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko the original creators?!

Sir...are you alright?

I am leaving now Francois.

Where too, sir?

I need to go to Pride Rock now and roar my unending happiness and joy to all the animals of the world. Like now, really. Wonder if the airlines would let me practice while I'm flying. Better start practicing now

Sir, is that really necessary-

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