*BOOOM*
The two guards are sent flying away by a gust of wind, both reaching the other end of the room and hitting the wall hard- rendering the pair unconscious.
Relief instantly fill the Hirims eyes seeing as he was no longer being arrested and the attacking guards get launched away like a bunch of ragdolls. But that relief only lasts until he turns.
"A-AH! C-corvo l, it's you… let's talk this out why don't we!"
The man is only met with the silence of the metal eternally smirking skull, no sound leaving corvos lips.
"Come on, corvo!! Don't you rembered how we used to work together! How we changed the kingdom together…"
He continues as corvo closes the distance between the two, Hiram doing his best to increases the distance further and further before corvo can reach him.
But as they reach the other end of the room Hiriam suddenly pulls a pistol out from one of the guards body, aiming the barrel at corvo.
"STOP!! Ha ha ha… I told you, told you that I would end you in the end! I have all the power now, corvo!"
But he dosent stop, continuing at an intimidatingly steady pace, straight at the lanky man- gun or not, dosent matter.
"CORVO!!! I will shoot you, I swear I will!"
"…"
"SO BE IT! LOWBORN SCUM!"
*BANG*
A bullet fires forth from the gun in hirims had, its trajectory aiming straight in line for corvos chest.
And in an instant it reached him…
*CLINGGGG*
…Only to be met with the ringing sound of metal of metal. Corvos blade held firmly in both hands, stationed in a defensive…
Apparently having deflected the bullet without any power activated.
…
… a deafening silence descends into the room. Both assailants shocked by the current scenario.
The silence is quickly broken by corvo though, his chuckling laughter making Hirim shit himself in fear.
"Huh? Didn't think i could do that, but there a first time for everything though- isnt there."
"HIEEEEIIIIII-"
*CRASH*
A loud cry escapes hirims mouth just in time for a unit of guards to join in the frey, presumably here for the badly himself this time.
But they don't get a chance.
The slimy bastard pushing past them with a heart palpitating in fear, only serving to push him on further.
Corvo quickly follows suite as the guardsmen remain frozen up at the scene, stunned in confusion. But by the time they get their wits about them they find themselves trapped inside a locked room, corvos work so they don't interrupt him.
Corvo himself though funnels the last scraps of his remaining mana into a ability, turning his body into an ethereal spirit.
Co-hious
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(Hirim Burrows POV)
No no no no no no!
I have to get away from him!
That lowbred bastard! Not only did he not die obediently he also assassinated all my allies, ruined my reputation and take away my position- he is also now planing to kill me.
ME!! Me of all people. The audacity of that scum.
Corvo has always done this. Got in my way at any point since his arrival at Dunwall.
And he's always there!
But just when I thought I had him he slipped out of my fingers like a slimy rat, but he also somehow became an supernatural assassin who has been a constant thorn in my side just when I was properly consolidating my political power!
"ARGHHHHHH"
I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate hate hate….
Ugh?
What the hell was that?
My running body suddenly stiffened up like a rock. Completely bringing my run to a halt, almost causing me to fall flat on my face.
Looking around for the source of this sudden chill prickling against my brain, I'm met with…. Nothing?
No guards who should be patrolling these halls, no maids or butlers usually cleaning the halls periodically nor any of my workers here for my convenience.
… not even corvo.
What has happened.
But I quickly steel my thoughts onto my destination.
To the place where one inbreeded monster dwells. Perhaps the only one capable of taking care of corvo, after all he also has been touched by the void.
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I quickly make it to my destination all the way from my chambers, still not catching sight of anyone on my way down- but I continue to ignore it as I rush down the set of steps.
Walking into the room, I catch sight of one of the usually violent guard dogs sleeping peacefully in the corner. And also the sight of the mute with a restricted mind from a family tree that takes the shape of a circle.
But he is usefull.
Not only is extremely capable in combat and his specially… tortcher. But he is also supernaturally strong.
His skin is as strong as stone. He can magically pull objects and living beings to him from across the room, he can see people through walls and he has some sort of mental connection to his hound.
The perfect man to take care of an assassin like corvo.
Running past the hound which merely opens one eye at me before going back asleep I come face to face with the royal tortchurer himself, he who lowers his head down silently.
"Hmm?"
"Yes, just the man I would like to see! Royal interrogator himself! So what ha- AUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Just as I go to recruit the disgusting creature before me, I feel an excruciating pain well up from my arms as legs as my body once more ceases up and I unconsciously break both my arms and legs against the walls out of knowhere.
What in the actual fuck?
The pain is briefly halted just to allow the confusion to settle in my brain, but it comes back just as quickly I'm higher intensity than before, as if another person was sharing the pan with me.
In my pain fuelled haze I see a sort of transparent ghostly apparition of corvo exit from my body before quickly gaining physical form.
But that can't be him right? No matter the supernatural void magic there is, that's not possible.
That's right! I'm just hallucinating from being tired am I not.
Ha ha, that's right!
Anyway seeing as I'm here I might aswell enjoy the show!
'Corvo' gives me a dirty look, or well what I ca presume to be one with a mask covering 'his' face, before he turns around and squares up the torturer with a sword in hand.
And I'm the blink of an eyes tbe two start fighting. Sword and incandescent piece of metal meet in various blows fast enough to start to blur before my very eyes.
Wow, I've never seen that fat bastard move so quickly before… well this is a hallucination anyway, isnt it?
The two continue to clash, sparking every time their weapons meet.
Despit his speed, the royal torturers speciality lies inside brute strength so he is quickly out sped by corvo. The smaller man flickering in and out existence around the man and hound, focusing all attack on the man, slashing against thick skin and drawing blood all across his opponents body.
But due to the thick skin of the torturer the blade wounds don't do as much damage as it would to the ordinary man, but it does significantly slow him down due to the pain it inflicts onto him.
The hound comes to its partners aid though, continuously nipping at corvos after image and forcing him away anytime a fatal attack draws near.
Each time the dog draws near, hesitation clearly drains from him. Reaching a point where corvo just pulls out a heavily modified pistol.
*BANG*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUGGHHHHHHHHH."
Causing the mute man to mentally break, dropping to his knees with a heavily bleeding nose to mourn his lost friend.
Corvo stands there above the crying man, just watching. Staring on with a hidden glee that he inflicted such a pain similar to the one he constantly feels on someone who caused him so much suffering.
Finally the interrogator stops his tears. Turning his body to the side to glare a corvo with a deep hatred, hypocritical for a man of his station.
In response corvo kicks out in a swinging kick, knocking the man out by rattling his brain so violently and sending him skidding into some metal bars.
And so, after checking to make sure his target was incapacitated… he turns, staring directly into my soul with his mechanical ey-
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…Eventually awaken from my unconsciousness, pain still surging through my body and this time In my head. But it is distant enough for logical thought, allowing me to understand what happened earlier was in fact… reality.
As unfortunate as that is, do I really have any choice but to accept it?
'…'
Of course I do.
"COOOOOORRRRRVOOOOO!!!! LET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING CHAINSS YOU BASTARD!!!"
Yes, I'm locked up in chains. Chained up to the ceiling in the royal torturers favourite position for adequate… well tortchering. Definitely not a good sign.
And what would you know. The silent creature himself is next to me, looking like he has been awake for a while still grieving over the death of his mutt.
"Oi! Stop crying like a child and get me out of here you little shit. Or more accurately, you fat oaf!! Be usefull."
All I received for my shout though was a massive slap that nearly knocked me back into unconsciousness.
"Shut up you little bitch! I've enough of your Whiney voice."
A distorted voice rings forth from the shadows of the room, only the dim lights of candles lights up a slight outline of corvos body- mask and all.
But he walks closer revealing his completely bloodstained uniform, the scent of iron following soon after nearly causing me to luke my gutts out.
Just how many has he killed tonight.
"Now here's what's going to happen. To put it simply, I'm going to torcher you, just like you two did to me."
He says with the same casualness as if talking about the weather, flipping the glowing hot piece of metal around and playing with it, not even looking at them.
"I mean, Its not going to be as long.. unfortunately. But still we are all going to have some fun yeah? You lot sure love a good sesh… don't you?"
Silence graces the soundproof chamber once more as the flame of the candle illuminating the room flicker out of existence, bringing a creeping dread up my spine.
I'm fucked, arnt it?
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