My roommate got locked out taking out the trash so she asked me to let her in. She is now currently getting her walls tore down by a chocolate delicacy in my hear next to me like bish whet LMAO I'm not even mad
BETHESDA LIKES TO BREAK ME. Fuckers. But seriously, enjoy I guess?
It was raining and cold. Freezing. The lighthouse was thrown into violent relief by flashes of lightning, the only sound the staccato rhythm of rain against the windows and the hum of the heater as it pumped artificial warmth into the otherwise cold room.
"Emmy..." Corvo whispered, "Emmy, sweetheart..." All along the floor, blood was spattered. He poked his head into a room, where he saw a makeshift cot, a few dolls, and another puddle of blood at the foot. He turned out of the room, fearing the worst, and climbed the next set of stairs. This room was a glass dome. This was the last finished portion of the lighthouse, Corvo mused. While he crept, there was faint sobbing, a wail, a gunshot.
"EMMY!" Corvo dodged past the chairs, the tables, the boxes and bags and containers, and toward the metal staircase that led outside, slipping and landing hard on one knee. He felt the hard metal edge of the rusty makeshift stairs dig into his skin and tear it open, but the burn was only momentary. He clamored back to his feet, slipping and sliding but keeping his footing this time.
"EMILY!!!!" he shouted, racing up the steps, sword in hand, gun in the other. The rain was coming down in sideways sheets now, and he was glad that the powder was safely sealed in the bullet shell. He only hoped that the wet gun would still fire despite the rain. He skittered to a stop when he spotted Farley Havelock at the edge of the grating, his arms locked around his Emily.
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! I'LL JUMP, CORVO! I'LL JUMP!" Screamed the man. His eyes were wide and crazy, and he looked like he meant it. Corvo swallowed, but Emily wasn't done voicing her opinion.
"CORVO! DADDY HELP ME!!" Emily screamed, thrashing, as Havelock backed toward the edge. Corvo felt his muscles coil and the mark on his hand burn, and he tensed. He forced himself to stay calm, though. Panic would only set the guilt-crazed man off.
"Emily... Emmy, it's going to be okay... Daddy's here. Daddy's gonna make everything okay," He stepped a bit closer, his bootstraps slapping against the leather of his boots.
"NOT ONE STEP CLOSER!" Corvo didn't see a way out of this. Havelock would drag her down if he shot him. If he grabbed for her, Havelock would jump. But he had to save Emily. She was the world to him, and losing her was NOT an option.
"Havelock... Come on... Don't do this. She's just a little girl," Corvo's hair was whipped by the wind and rain and thunder shook the grate beneath his boots. Emily's quiet sobs were barely audible, but Corvo felt the burn in his throat as his own tears welled in his eyes.
"Daddy... Help me... Please..."
"It's going to be okay, baby girl. Just calm down... Havelock... Farley, come on. She's a little girl. Let her go, we can sort this out..." His hand itched for his pistol... Maybe he could wound him and he'll let the little girl go... ?
"Sort this out?! Corvo, We both know that's not going to happen..."
"Please. She's innocent. You can kill me now and this will all be over, Farley! All of it! Let Emily go,"
"Daddy, please! HELP!!" Corvo's heart broke... But he knew that he had to have a good shot, lest he hurt Emmy or miss and have Havelock drag her down to her death. Only Emmy mattered.
"Shut up, you little shit!" Havelock snarled, yanking on Emily's pretty brown hair. She cried out and sobbed, and Corvo saw his shot.
BANNG!
The time it took for the bullet to leave the barrel and hit Havelock was tremendous. Corvo's heart skipped a beat as he held his breath...
Havelock toppled backwards....
Emily in his arms
"NOOOOO!!!!" Corvo screamed, racing to the edge of the grating and reaching for her tiny, pristine white hand, the hand that he missed by barely a second, "EMILYYYYYY!!"
"CORVOOOOO!!" The pair hit the water like lead weights, and Corvo begged and prayed that Emily's head would break the surface, somehow she would be alive and okay, and he could fish her out and hold her tight and watch over her and everything would be okay.
He stared for a long time, but it never happened. Corvo crawled away from the edge and doubled his knees to his chest, his body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs.
"Emmy.... No-ho..." After six months, the world had just started to right itself again...
And now he'd lost his Emily. The only tie left to Jessamine. The girl who he had helped raise...
