Here's chapter 15. And I hope you enjoy the chapter! btw, I'm not much of author's note kind of guy so bare with me :p anyways, enjoy!
disclaimer: I own nothing from Skyrim
::Bame's POV::
Alright, I hope these is as easy as the game. Otherwise, we are going to get into some long term shit with the Dark Brotherhood. My job for the raid is to take Lydia, Farkas and Jon into the sanctuary and jeer the assassins into coming out in the open for a trap. Arnbjorn and Astrid are my main concerns right now. I'm hoping Farkas is strong enough to take him down. I glanced over to the beast blooded monster. "Farkas, be careful with Arnbjorn. He's probably more dangerous than he was when he part of the Companions."
He smirked and gripped harder his great sword. "Don't worry about me, I have a debt to settle between us."
"Alright, it's likely he'll be in beast form."
"So am I," he said with a beastly grin.
"Alright, I'll stay outta your way then," I pulled out my Skyforged war axe, "c'mon, lets go." The four of us walked up to the entrance with our weapons drawn. Now how the hell do you activate this door? I glanced at Jon and shrugged my shoulders. He shrugged back and pointed at the hand imprinted on the skull decoration. Whatever, it can't hurt I guess. I pressed my hand on the imprint and suddenly I heard an eery echoing sound.
"What is the music of life?" What the fuck?! The voice is way more sketchy than the game.
"Silence, my brother," I replied to the creepy door, half feeling like an retard talking to a door.
"Welcome home." The door opened itself slowly. We went in the threshold and the door closed back up.
I gazed back at the group. "Alright, stay quiet and frosty. I'm not completely sure if all of them are actually in here. And remember, we just need to lure them outside." Lydia, Jon and Farkas all nodded in agreement.
The four of us crept down the stairs into the first room. Nobody in sight. I glanced at Farkas and pointed at my nose. He nodded and took a long whiff of the air. His eyes opened back up and he pointed in the room to the left. I motioned Jon to follow up next to me to the room. I peeked in the room and there was an older man napping in front of the room's fire. I pulled out my dagger and crept up to him.
I whirled up my arm and sliced down in his neck and covered his mouth. He opened up his eyes and flailed his arms in the air until his eyes rolled back into his head and his arms fell to the ground. I pulled out the blade and studied the corpse. Can't be so sure. I took my blade, pushed down on his head over the chair, and started cutting at the neck. "Whoa Bame, I think you are going a little over the top," Jon whispered with an expression of shock.
I cut the last part that connected the head to the body and let the head drop to the ground. I wiped the blood off on the headless corpse's black robes. "Can't be too sure Jon. C'mon." We met back up with Lydia and Farkas. Farkas suddenly stopped in his tracks and gripped his sword tighter.
"He knows we are here," he whispered. His eyebrows were lowered as far as he could and his were squinted pretty close.
"Ahh I love the smell of the weak!" A sudden manly voice echoed through the cave. "Companions too? Interesting. Come down here, I want to see the fear in your faces!" I knew it was Arnbjorn. So did Farkas.
"I guess we got no choice. Lets see what this bastard wants." We walked down the stairs into the larger cave and there, in the middle of the room, stood Arnbjorn. He had his hands rested on his waist and a evil smile on his face. Suddenly, members of the assassins appeared out of the inner rooms and stood behind the werewolf. However I did not spot Astrid.
"Ah, Farkas. A pleasure to meet you again." Farkas didn't reply and be moved in front of us. "No greeting? So be it. Let me guess, you don't like the way I'm using the beast blood, I'm sorry, YOUR beast blood." Wait, what?! What is this guy saying? "You know I never got the chance to say thank you for your blood. It's made me a more powerful killer."
"Good for you. I could care less about your little hobby." Farkas sheathed his sword and looked back at me. "Be ready to run," he whispered to us. He turned back around.
Arnbjorn laughed and looked around Farkas at us. "So, I can see you brought me some food." He took a big whiff of the air and raised an eyebrow. "Never smelled people like you, except the girl. She looks tender." He licked his lips and took a step toward us. Fuck this guy!
I shoved past Farkas with a bloodthirsty look in my eye and pointed my axe at the fucker. "You fucking stay away from her, or I'll skin you and use your hide as armor!"
He laughed and pulled out his axe. "Ahh I see now, she's your squeeze." That made my heart beat magma, asshole is going to die. He smiled wider and dropped his axe on the ground. "I guess I won't kill you then. Besides," he cracked his neck and his knuckles, "I want you to watch me rip her apart, slowly and casually."
I gritted my teeth so tight, someone would need pliers to get them open. I can feel the rage flow through my veins and the tension build in my legs. This bastard isn't going to touch her. "You mother fucker!"
Suddenly, his arms started growing long white hair, his body grew another foot taller, a tail formed by his ass and his face plummeted into the frame of a wolf. A fucking white werewolf?! What the fuck is going on?! He gave out a massive roar that nearly made my ear drums pop.
Suddenly, Farkas flung me back behind him. I shook my head and realized he was already in werewolf form. He looked down at me and jerked his head for the exit. "Go!" His voice was low, raspy and demonic.
"C'mon Bame!" Lydia cried as she and Jon pulled me to my feet. Farkas threw out his arms and roared as loud as he could. Lydia, Jon and I ran back up the stairs towards the exit and barged out.
I flew up my hands and waved around. "Get ready!"
::Kevin's POV::
Okay, here we go. The assassins are coming. I pulled the string back and placed in a bolt. Faendel and Aela drew an arrow and aimed it at the entrance of the sanctuary. Bame sprinted up the road and ran up to Steve whispering something in his ear.
Suddenly, the door opened and a large black creature flew out in the open. I aimed at the thing and took a deep breath. "No don't shoot! That's Farkas!" Aela cried out. Wait, that's Farkas? That's what a werewolf looks like?
Suddenly, another creature flew out of the door but this time it was white. A white werewolf, it must be that guy Bame was talking about. "That's him, drop that bastard!" The three of us released arrows at the beast. Aela's arrow punctured in its right arm, Faendel's punctured into its left leg, and my bolt hit the beast in the forehead. The beast recoiled its head away and roared. It looked back up at us and pulled my bolt out of its head! What the..? Head shots don't work on these things?
Aela drew out three arrows and released them at the beast. That kinda reminded me of Legolas, that was cool. The arrows punctured the white beast in the chest. The beast roared out in pain and pulled out the arrows.
More people came out of the entrance. Five in all. A lizard guy, a black guy, so to speak, a woman with a red hood, a cat person, and a burly man. "Alright, enough of the funny business," Aela announced. She dropped her bow and her arrows and took a couple steps back. Suddenly, black fur peered out of her skin and a wolffish face plummeted into place. She roared out in terror, jumped over the log we were hiding behind and sprinted on all fours after the assassins. Faendel's face was full of terror.
"Keep it cool, Faendel. She's on our side." He nodded sheepishly and got back to his knees. He grabbed his bow and restlessly looked for arrows. I pulled out a bolt and placed it in the crossbow. I pulled to trigger and the bolt flew right into the cat person in chest launching him back a couple feet. Geez.
Finally, Cain, Bame, Steve, Vilkas and Skjor rushed out with their weapons drawn, Steve with electricity in his hands. The white werewolf spotted their assault rampaging right at him and he charged after them. Out if the blue, Skjor dropped his sword and brought out his arms. Grey fur came out of his arms and a grey wolf face came into place. He then sprinted at the white wolf at full speed.
The two wolves collided into each other and Skjor took extreme recoil from the hit. His body flew back at a tree, the extreme force of the collision caused the foot diameter tree to snap in half! The trunk fell back in the forest and a huge sharp piece of the trunk almost had the chance of penetrating Skjor's head as the thing fell.
The white werewolf took ahold of Skjor's wolf head and pushed inward, but Skjor kicked him outward making him stagger back a couple steps. Skjor hopped up to his feet and extended his arms out in a battle stance.
I looked away and loaded another bolt in my crossbow. I took a deep breath and aimed down at the huge brawl. Bame's fighting the lizard guy and seems to be handling it fine. Jon is taking on the burly man, but seems to be having a hard time. I aimed down at the muscle man and pulled the trigger. The bolt flew down and nailed the guy in the pelvis. He screamed out in pain and pulled out the bolt. He gazed up at me and gave me a death stare. Jon took the advantage, whirled his sword in air and severed the man's head off. Idiot.
::Bame's POV::
"You got nothing you scaly bastard!" I kicked the argonian in chest and he fell back against the wall. I marched up to him and, with all the force I had, punched him right in the forehead, or what seems to be the forehead. Who fucking cares, it worked. The argonian took the recoil of the hit and smashed his head back into the wall. He lost gripping in his sword, and dropped it to the ground. I took out my dagger and jabbed it right into his chest, going through his body and embedding right into the stone behind him. "Well, you aren't going anywhere bud." He spat out blood and glared up at me. I punched him once more in the face and turned my focus onto Nazir.
He's going at it with Cain right now, and that curved sword ain't helping Cain one bit. Then I got an idea. I looked back at the motionless lizard, pulled out the dagger and pointed it at Nazir. Nazir, being in between us, this is pretty fortunate. "Cain! Use Unrelenting Force!" Cain took a swift step back and inhaled a large breath.
"Fus.." I pushed my body up to the stone getting ready for the incoming aura of force, "ro.. DAH!" The blue aura of force sent Nazir off his feet towards me. Suddenly my sight blurred and my entire body felt like a hurricane just sent its heaviest wind at me. My mouth was filled with air and I could barely keep my hand with the blade in place. Then Nazir flew right at me like boat in a hurricane, seriously, that's what it was like. No other analogy would work out!
My blade penetrated right through his lower back and instead of blood pouring out the other side, the crimson fluid spurted right on my steel armor. Ah not good! I hate it when fucking blood gets all over me! The aura passed and Nazir stood there with both hands on the blood. He spat out blood of his mouth and moaned. I shook my head and pushed the dead Redguard off and he face planted into the ground.
Suddenly, a feeling like ten thousand needles pierced my right arm and jerked it back away. There was a little girl holding a small bloody dagger.. Babette. She smirked evilly and licked her lips and her blade. I full out kicked her in the face sending her flying onto her back and I pressed my knee onto her small chest. "Fuck you, you little bitch!" I shouted at her with my dagger pointed at her face.
"Oh no don't kill me! I'm just a little girl!" She shrieked as she tried to push off my weight. She did have this weird strength but it wasn't enough to push me off.
"A vampire little girl that has been living for hundreds of years, yeah I know the story, and I'm not about to tell your sorry ass, lil' bitch!" Without any hesitation, I thrusted my axe down on the vampire's face caving in her skull. I repeated thrust after thrust until nothing was left of the little bitch's face. I remember how badly I wanted to kill her in the game. My right arm was cut up pretty bad, although it didn't look like it the blade did the entire wound. Fuck it, I'm in a battle!
I quickly got back up to my feet and saw that Steve was in a holding off fire spells from the woman elf assassin, I forget her name and don't really think she was that important in the quest line. Anyways, Steve was casting a strong ward that was guarding the fire and I can see that he was charging up his right hand, like at extreme levels. When she stopped casting fire, Steve stopped using the ward and bolted a massive wave of electricity at her. The elf threw out her arms out and her body rocketed back against a tree, but I can see she was still breathing with her face down. Then Steve swiftly pulled out his glass dagger and chucked it at her.
The elf slowly lifted her gaze up, then her head jerked back from the recoil of the impact of Steve's dagger penetrating through her mouth, out the back of her head, into the wood of the tree. Holy fuck, words cannot describe the fucked up sight in front of my eyes.
A large roar erupted the air and I whirled my head around to see the white werewolf taking on three smaller werewolves. Farkas was laying on the ground next to what seemed to be Vilkas's beast form. He was unconscious and completely busted up with wounds. I tapped Jon and Cain to help surround the white beast.
As the eight of us surrounded Arnbjorn's beast from, he stood there, blooding all over his body, in the middle deciding which one to strike next. At the corner of my eye, I realized the grey werewolf, most likely Skjor, was bleeding excessively from both arms and on his lower abdomen. Fuck, how is he still on his feet?
"Give up Arnbjorn! You're surrounded!" I shouted at the bloody white beast. I noticed the downed tree in my line of sight just beyond the white werewolf, and I got an idea. I shifted my stance a little to my left and lowered my axe. "Are gonna surrender?"
The white beast roared out in frustration, "NEVER!" The beast threw out its arms and roared out again.
I smirked and took a deep breath. "So be it. Fus.. Ro.. DAH!" The blue aura hit the werewolf and sent it flying right at the downed tree. The werewolf stopped as a large sharp piece of the end of the tree bursted through the beast's chest. Blood spewed everywhere. The werewolf grabbed onto the large sharp piece of wood and looked up at me.
Cain, Jon and I approached the dying white monster with our guards still up. Suddenly, the white fur faded and the head shrunk back to its normal size. Arnbjorn was back in normal form. He glanced up at me with his squinted eyes. He gave me one last smirk and his head fell onto the blood covered wood.
"He dead?" Jon asked.
I laughed and pointed at the bloody wood. "I hope so, nobody can survive that." No being in the world can survive that injury. The were sounds of pain and agony coming from behind and I twirled my head around. Skjor, oh shit.
Aela, in beast form, knelt down next to the grey werewolf and placed her hands on his shoulders. Suddenly Aela started turning back to mortal, shorty after that, Skjor started turning back. The man looked up at Aela and smiled painfully. He clenched his fist on his chest looked back down. He closed his eyes and his arms went limp, also making him fall down. But Aela caught him and turned him around on her lap. "Skjor! Wake up!" Skjor didn't move. I rushed over to him and pressed two fingers on his neck.. No signs of life.
"He's.. He's passed on." I looked away and got to my feet. I hesitantly gazed back at Aela. "I'm sorry Aela.." Her eyes were glued to the motionless body. There had to be something in between them two.. Damn.
I glanced over to Farkas's unconscious body. He was being treated by his brother, Steve and Lydia. Kevin and Faendel rushed down to us. "You alright?" Kevin asked me.
"Fine." I replied as sheathed my axe. He came up at me and glanced at my right arm, his eyes widen with shock.
"You sure? Looks like you got cut pretty bad there." He lifted my arm up and studied the wound. It barely hurt for some reason, and blood was not flowing out of it. Weird.
"I dunno, it doesn't even hurt Kev. I think we should be more concerned about Farkas. You saw what happened to him."
"If you say so. You should get that thing patched up though, it'd be horrible if it got infected."
"Yeah, I'll do that later. C'mon." We quickly approached Farkas and knelt down. I check his wounds, he had a bloody left hand, a large bruise on the right side of his face and his armor was pressed inward. "Quick, help me get this armor off! He can't breath!"
Steve quickly pulled out his dagger and cut the straps to the armor. I pulled off the armor and immediately he inhaled a deep breath. Vilkas held up Farkas head. "Brother, get up!" Farkas flickered his eyes half open and slowly gazed around him.
"You guys win?" He barely had the strength to say it. Vilkas nodded and slapped him lightly.
"Can you get up?" Said Vilkas.
"I should be able to."
Faendel went through his backpack and pulled out a red potion. He tossed it to me. "Give him that. He should be better." I nodded, uncorked the bottle and handed it to Farkas. Immediately, Farkas downed the potion. Instantly, his leg cleared of the black and blue bruise and the bleeding stopped in his hand. He leaned up and slowly got to his feet.
"We should get going. That isn't all of them," I announced to them. They all glanced at me like I was speaking German.
"It's not? Who's left?" Vilkas asked.
"Astrid. She wasn't here, so she's still out there, somewhere." I glanced over to Aela who was still kneeling there holding onto Skjor's hand. Shit, I knew she had feelings for the man. "We should give Skjor a proper burial, pay our respects." I walked up to Aela and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Aela.." She didn't respond. "We should bury him."
...
We settled in for the night in the wilderness of Falkreath. Aela hasn't spoken since, she is just sitting there staring at the fire. I don't blame her. Farkas was in better shape now, he had his arm patched up. Lydia was sitting next to wrapping my right arm with leather. "How are you feeling Bame?" She asked me.
"I'm feeling okay. It helps that you're here for me." She smiled and tied the leather splint in place. "Thanks for patching me up, Lydia."
She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my back. I kissed her on the top of the head and gently pulled her a little closer. I glanced over to Steve and he gave me a devilish smirk. I smirked back and rolled my eyes. He raised a thumb, his face was definitely saying 'Nice one bro.' I snickered and laid down on my back. Lydia moved up next to me and gave me a smile.
I closed my eyes and pulled up my bedroll. "G'night Lyd."
She gave me a tender kiss and smiled. "Good night Bame." I closed my eyes and let the sleep take over me.
::Steve's POV::
Bame isn't looking very good, but he keeps on saying he's feeling just fine. He also keeps on complaining that the sun's rays are too intense, even though its partially cloudy today. His skin is a little pale and his eyes are a little blood shot.
Here we are just outside of Whiterun. Bame stopped and looked around at everyone. "Well, I'm going to go check out the house," he looked over at Kevin, "should it be done?"
Kevin nodded. "With furniture and everything. I'll come by later, I need to see if I can sell more of the gems we got."
I walked up to Bame. "I'll go with you Bame. I haven't had the chance to see it yet."
"Alright, Jon? Cain? Want to go?" He asked them. Jon nodded and came over to us.
Cain shook his head and pointed up the huge mountain. "Nah I should probably take that Elder Scroll up there and get this thing sorted out."
"You think you can do it?" Bame asked with a concerned expression.
"Oh yeah, I know I can. I should be back in a couple days."
Bame paused and then shrugged. "Alright, safe travels Cain." He looked over to the rest of the Companions. "I see you guys later too." He waved to them and then we started north to our house.
...
The house is actually really nice. We all have our own bedrooms, we have a well sized armory, a trophy room, probably for Bame. He's was always the hunter back in the real world. Anyways, the kitchen was pretty good and there was a cellar with ice down there to freeze our food, a enchanting table for me. Farengar taught me how to use soul gems and how to make good enchantments on armor and those things. There was a shooting range just about the armory outside, probably for Kevin. Then the was a storage in the back of the house. I have to admit, it's a pretty nice house and actually warm.
"Wow, this is pretty nice!" Bame yelled out.
"Oh I know. I'm surprised Kevin's blueprints worked. I never figured him a builder." He isn't that good at math. Well, neither am I. Math is for my older brother Chris, he's was the one studying accounting in college.
"Well I'm going to check out my room," Bame announced to us. He walked off to the right hand part of the house and went into his room with Lydia. I know this is Skyrim and all, but I'm happy that Bame has a girl. Particularly one like Lydia, she's quite a swell girl.
"C'mon Jon, lets see what we got in the armory."
::Bame's POV::
I have to admit, this place is sick! I remember the Hearthfire DLC, but this house is way more cooler than the ones I built in the game. Lydia walked up in front of me with a very concerned expression. "Bame, are you alright?" Why are people asking me if I'm alright? I think I feel- oh shit..
A huge cramp erupted in my chest and I fell to my knees. "Bame are you alright?!"
"Ah, can you help me to the bed please?" This pain felt like a mother fucker! I felt like.. I was dying. Lydia helped me onto the bed and she placed the back of hand on my head.
"Babe, you're cold.. What's wrong?" She looked down at my arm and untied the knots to the patch. She pulled off the splint and checked out my arm. "You're wound already healed up," she had a clear sense of confusion in her expression, "what's going-" My eyes blacked out and I became numb all over. The feeling of nothingness..
::Steve's POV::
"Steve! Bame passed out!" Jon and I dropped the swords were holding and sprinted into Bame's room. Lydia was there holding onto his right hand with both of hers. I noticed her eyes were full of tears.
I put a hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be alright, Lydia. I promise you." She nodded slowly and looked back at Bame. I knew there was something up about that wound. I lifted my hands up and started casting healing hands on Bame. The orange wave surrounded his body and lit up his skin.
My magicka depleted and the orange glow on his skin faded away. His skin was very pale, nearly white and his.. lips were turning a slightly redder. This doesn't make any sense..
I got another idea, and I hope it doesn't work. I casted my Detect Life spell and closed my eyes. Don't you dare, Bame. We need you here! Don't be dead! I opened up my eyes I focused on Bame's motionless body, and.. I detected no signs of life.. "No, that didn't just happen.."
Jon and Lydia both stared at me with devastated expressions. Lydia put her hand over her mouth and looked back at Bame. Jon put both hands in his hair and grabbed ahold of some of it, then started pacing back in forth nearly panting.
I can't believe this just happened. No, this doesn't make any bit of sense! He was fine ten minutes ago and now he just drops down dead? Not him.. He can't go like this. I walked to the other side of the bed a knelt down next to his lifeless body.
"Bame," I haven't cried since God knows when, but I can't help it. Tears started forming in my eyes and I grabbed ahold of his left hand. "You can't leave us now. We need you here. I need you here.." I clenched his fist with both of my hands. "You were my first best friend," I wiped a tear away from my eyes and sniffled. "Ten years we've been best friends.. You are like a brother to me. When I was down, you were always there for me." I looked down at the bed and closed my eyes. "You are a true friend, a friend to die for. And I'm honored to say," I paused and clenched his hand harder, "I-I am blessed to have you as my friend." I lowered my head to the bed and tears constantly kept falling out of my eyes. Not my best friend. Not him. Not my brother.
Lydia brought up his hand to her chest and more tears ran down her cheeks. "Bame, don't leave me.. Please.. Don't leave me.. I need you." Tears flowed like river down her cheeks and the same can be said for me. My best friend is gone. And he deserves a proper burial..
I laid a hand on Lydia's shoulder. "Lydia, I'm so sorry.. We have to go inform the others of this.." She slowly looked up at me, still crying, and nodded. I helped her to her feet and tapped Jon to follow. After Jon and Lydia exited the room, I glanced back at Bame. "I love you, brother," and I left the room.