Dishonored: Fall From Grace

Twilight awoke with a loud groan, her head pounding. Slowly opening her eyes, she awoke in what appeared to be an interrogation chamber, Blueblood standing next to the interrogator, who was dressed in a bloodstained grey apron, off white shirt, black pants, and a welding mask, body hunched over a tray of instruments.

"Ah, Twilight, your awake, how nice." Blueblood smirked, the sarcasm in his voice dripping with venom, "If you haven't figured it out, we, that is to say Silver and I, along with the help of Govenor Ash Fire, hired Sombra to kill the Princess, not that he would have bothered, he hated her guts. Fortunately for us, you happened to be in the right place, at the wrong time. With you and the Princess out of the way, and her daughter conveniently missing, we'll be able to make Equestria so much more, get the aid we need from those who abandoned us. The Princess was a soft-hearted foal who coddled this kingdom, never expanding." He lowered his head slightly, "After your little "confession"," He motioned to a typewriter holding a finished manuscript, "You'll be executed and no longer be a threat to our goal of a united Equus, under the control of Equestria, there will be peace, no war, no evil, no fear." He then turned away, "Well, goodbye Twilight, I'll enjoy seeing your lifeless head roll, your beautiful, bodiless head, maybe I'll keep it as a trophy, a warning to any that stand against the new regime." He smirked, trotting away. "Maybe a little bit of torture for old times sake?"

Twilight growled, before her eyes widened when she saw the tongs, holding a burning coal. Twilight screamed as the torturer pressed the coal onto her chest, leaving a visual mark that she was a traitor, a wolf's head, if she escaped. The seering pain caused Twilight to black out.

Twilight woke in her cell, to the sound of a truncheon rattling the bars. Raising her head, her eyes met the body of a lanky, pale, Pegasus, maybe nineteen at the youngest, his badge read Officer Featherweight, he pushed a plate, stale bread, murky looking water, and slightly burned bread, standard prison fare ever since the plague broke out, all the good food going to the wealthy. "Brought you your grub 744, enjoy it, and there's a gift from your friend under the bread." Featherweight smiled slightly as he trotted away.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, picking up said bread and munching on it, before looking where it was, a key, possibly to her cell, and a note lay on the tray.

Dear Twilight,

The key, as you may have guessed, unlocks the door to your cell.

I am a member of a resistance movement against Blueblood, we need you to blow open the main door out,

using charges found in the interrogation office, once that is done, swim to a tunnel, that will lead you into the sewers.

As you make your way through, look for a black case, in there you will find some useful supplies, weapons included,

if you don't find any during your escape. Get through the sewer, and you'll find Rune, who'll ferry you to our base.

-A Friend

Twilight smiled, "Maybe now I can find Dawn." she muttered, picking up the key in her hoof, and slowly, carefully, unlocked her cell door, trotting out. Looking around, she noticed a table which lay an officer's sabre, the sharpened blade gleaming in the sunlight. Twirling the blade in her hooves, she kept the sword in one hoof, sneaking towards an entry, where, through the plates and bars, three guards were chatting.

"So, did you guys catch the Wolfhound fight at the Pit yesterday?" One guard, older, maybe in his early to mid fifties said, his forelegs crossed as he leaned upright on the wall next to the door. His buddies shook their heads.

"Nah, I was patrolling D-Block, apparently some yahoo had held himself up in the cafeteria. Now he's swimming with the fishes." This guard, an athletic looking mare said, smirking as she trotted away, same with her friend, leaving the elder guard alone, smoking a Puban cigar.

Twilight looked to the guard,slipping the knife into her jacket, carefully sneaking up to him. Breathing in deeply, she wrapped her hooves around his mouth as he struggled, until he went lax. Putting her head to his chest, he found he was still breathing, to her relief. Stowing his body in a dark corner, she searched in his satchel, pulling out some bits and a key.

Sighing, she slowly crept towards a door, the metal hinges creaking open as the door yielded, revealing another door to the right, and pistol rack, and dusty machinery. Twilight grinned, "Perfect." She muttered, taking a pistol in her hoof, spinning it. Checking the chamber, she found it was fully loaded, slotting this into her belt holster, followed by filling her pouch with some powder and bullets.

Carefully pushing the door open, she noticed a lone guard, standing on the banister, a cigar in one hoof, and a key marked INTERROGATION hung limply from his belt. Twilight licked her lips, deftly unlatching the key from the ring, and slowly trotting away from the distracted guard, heading into a hall/covered trotway. Peeking around the corner, she waited for a whistling Zebra guard to pass, following her downstairs. As the mare passed through one door, Twilight headed into the interrogation chamber, shutting the door behind her.

The chair was empty, the recorder had a note left inside, closer observation revealed it had already been used. Shrugging, she pried open a rusty iron door, revaling a safe. Turning around, she picked up some bits and a few ingots of gold. Concentrating, her horn lit up, as a small hole opened up, her own little slice of Hammerspace, or H-Space.

Magiscientists had, a little over a hundred years ago, found away for ponies to access hammerspace, allowing one to store items of any size, and only they could access the items they stored, and not anypony else's, unless given permission.

Twilight placed the gold ingots inside, alongside a few paintings and ingots, hidden in a safe inside the locked off room, alongside the explosives and schematics. Closing the portal, she started moving again, pocketing the charges. Breathing in deeply, she creeped to another door, leading to a courtyard, and closer to freedom.