U.O.T.W. Chapter 67 Scarface

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    Author's note : Adult Themes

    Aela cautiously made her way back through the slaughterhouse as her ears strained to pick out the faintest of sounds. She was clearly on edge as she couldn’t hear anything. At this point she didn’t know whether it was better to have pitched screams in the background or just listen to silence.

    Heading up the steps to the cells, she could hear muffled footsteps approach her position but when she entered the corridor she couldn’t hear anything. However she saw everything. All the cell doors were ripped open and torn away from the cages. Every feral werewolf that was supposedly securely held, was ripped into pieces like they were nothing more than slabs of meat. Even Silverhand bodies littered the floor. Everyone, regardless of what side they were or which side they fought for lay dead. The corpses ripped to shreds in a bloody massacre of blood and guts.

    She was too occupied to hear the feint footsteps approach her until it was too late.

    “So, it’s the red whore”. The Skinner grabbed her from behind then span her around savagely. He gave her a hard backhanded slap in the face splitting her lip and knocking her to the floor in the process. Dazed from the blow she could do little before her senses kicked in. With her mind reeling from the blow, she looked up at her attacker who’s face had for whatever reason changed from gloating to terrified. Within a second, he shoved his foot in her ribs and sent her sprawling upon the ground.

    She cried out from the pain in her side but when she glanced up at the skinner, she saw he had somewhat surprisingly, backed away from her. She slowly pulled herself to her feet as she tried to hide the fact that she was hurting. She stood up then pulled her bow off from her shoulder and stepped back slightly. She bounced slightly forwards after walking backwards into a tall thickly muscled fur smothered creature. A smile crept across her face as she spoke to it. “Damn that bastard... Get him”.

    She turned around expecting to see Vilkas in his werewolf form but all she saw due to her being so close to it was a massive black furred chest. She gasped as she looked up in utter astonishment at a jet black werewolf, standing over nine feet tall. Even the skinner stopped running and looked back at them as he was fully expecting her to get torn to shreds.

    The giant werewolf looked down briefly at her then roared out at her smothering her face in spittle and saliva. She dropped her bow in shock but she had the wits to duck down as a massive paw with excessively large razor sharp claws swiped out just a few inches above her head. The werewolves hind paw rose up to her chest in an instant and knocked her to the ground then held her there pinned underneath it. She flailed about with her arms and legs but she could do nothing as it lent down towards her. It’s front paw slashed out at the floor just a few inches from her face. Aela’s eyes shut tightly as she could feel the debris of flakes and grit from the stone work flick up and ping off the side of her cheek as the beasts claws ripped through the stone work.

    The werewolf lent down to her so its fangs were just a few inches from her nose. She tried to cough as his hot putrid wolf like breath smothered her face like a thick heavy gaseous cloth. Her eyes shut tight a second time as she prayed to her master ‘Hircine’ to find her and take her home to the hunting grounds. A second later her stomach felt sick as a thick snake like leathery soaking wet tongue slowly slid across her face like it was some sort of giant slug, almost as if he was tasting her scent.

    Aela couldn’t help but gaze upon his gigantic claws which glistened with the blood from his foes. All she could do was lay there totally immobile as he held her to the floor against her will. The werewolf let out a deafening angry howl which made Aela scream in terror. She was gripped in fear, totally unable to even close her eyes as he scraped into the ground with his dagger like talons. Her eyes were transfixed on his claws as he gouged out deep cuts into the very stonework. A chunk of granite broke off in his paw. He held it towards the skinner thretengly then crushed the ageing block into the ground by slamming it down with all his weight. It exploded into rubble and dust. The very next second a huntsman’s horn sounded out and he charged straight at the skinner who had already headed through to the next section and slammed doors behind him as he desperately tried to get away.

    As the skinner ran through the complex he shouted out in alarm forewarning the other Silverhands of the threat which was trying to follow him.

    “Scarface!!! He’s here!!!”

    ‘Scarface’ charged at the door which the Skinner had just ran through and savagely tore into it almost as if he was on the hunt and the wooden door itself was the hunted. Four loud bangs echoed from the blows then on the fifth strike shards of timber flew back as the entrance crumbled from the sheer power of the werewolves strength. He howled out along the passageway as a warning that he was on the hunt before he charged headlong through the passageway that laid beyond.

    During all this time Aela just laid there staring at the ceiling while her mind fought back the fear she held inside. Her heart was beating furiously and her chest heaved with each rapid deep breath as her lungs worked overtime to fuel her beast blood with oxygen. She snapped to attention as she heard her own voice scream out at her.

    “Get up you stupid bitch!!! Move!!!”

    Moments later she was running for her life when two Silverhand’s burst out from a side room in a blind panic as they abandoned the complex. She suddenly found herself intermingled between them as they all fled from the one common enemy... Scarface.

    One Silverhand swore at her as they ran then he shoved her hard in the shoulder sending her crashing to the floor in a heap. He drew his sword and raised it up just as he came to a stop as Aela changed to her werewolf form. The other Silverhand recognised her instantly and yelled out.

    “Run, it’s Red!!!”

    Before Red or the assailant who was about to fight her could do anything, a massive black paw with claws like daggers slashed out and tore into the Silverhand. He was killed instantly as a spray of blood spewed outwards from his chest then without any warning Scarface’s massive bulk rampaged past Red as his eyes fixed on his next target which he only knew as prey. His claws shredded his foes armour like it was paper and each blow sprayed out a torrent of blood... Then Scarface stopped.

    Red stood there watching him unable to do anything else. He slowly turned towards her but he didn’t approach her instead he just stood there watching her as his snout sniffed at the air. The two werewolves faced each other almost as if they were sizing each other up. Mentally matching size, speed and strength. Red who stood over six and a half feet high genuinely felt dwarfed by the titan sanding before her, who out matched her in every way. She knew he was three feet higher and nearly doubled her weight.

    He softly growled and his eyes narrowed to mere pinpricks as his tail swished side to side. As if from nowhere a feral werewolf charged from the shadows. It’s claws glistened in the light of the lit torches as it rained down blow after blow into Scarface’s chest. The behemoth let out a roar of anger as he retaliated from the threat.

    Ignoring the pain, he attacked the feral werewolf. In just one savage blow he struck it in the side of it’s head and ripped out the jaw literally tearing it’s face apart. Three times he lifted the head up and bashed it down into the ground as the feral werewolf fell lifeless. In the very next second, using all his weight and with every ounce of strength he could muster, Scarface bought the feral werewolf’s head down and slammed it onto the stone floor with so much force that the skull crumbled upon impact as if it was nothing more than an egg.

    Once again Scarface’s attention turned back to Red. He stood as still as a statue as his eyes eagerly fed off every curve of her furred body. Moments before she was going to attack him, but that instant he had killed the Feral werewolf she knew she had no chance. He lifted his head up to full height then howled out his call. As it echoed throughout the entire complex, she watched with surprise and fear as the wounds on him healed over. Within moments the claw marks were gone and he didn’t even need to feed. His eyes fixed on her a second time as he slowly stepped towards her. Red backed away but found herself trapped in the corner of the room.

    Scarface closed in upon her slowly like he was revelling in her fear knowing only full well that she was helpless. He was less than a foot from her now... She growled at him but he just seemed to smile at her as if he knew she could do nothing. He slowly moved the tip of his snout from her crotch up past her silvery stomach, and along her chest to the top of her head while he breathed in deeply taking in every trace of her scent. He rested his head on hers as her breathing became rapid. Red fought with mixed emotions of fear and panic as Scarface pushed his head down on hers, forcing her head to lower in submission. Moments later his snout moved to her ear as he softly growled. Red closed her eyes as she prepared for the worst.

    Scarface growled out a second time but much louder and with far more anger. Then with a heavy pounding of his paws he turned around and ran through the complex howling out once more.

    When Red opened her eyes, he was gone, leaving her standing there alone, surrounded in the carnage which he had wrought.

    A few minutes later, Vilkas entered through the shattered doorway to find Aela just sitting in a chair.

    “Bloody hell, you maniac... What the hell possessed you to do this?” As he looked around all he could see was torn flesh and bones just like the bear cave they came across when they investigated the animal disturbance with Sotek.

    Aela who was clearly shaken, turned to him as she spoke softly. Vilkas knew straight away that she was suffering from shock.

    It wasn’t me, I didn’t do this... He did”.

    Vilkas knelt down just in front of her and gently pulled her head around so she was facing him.

     “Who did?”

    Scarface... They called him ‘Scarface’”. She snapped out of the trance like state and grabbed him by the arms. “Vilkas... He was massive, I mean massive... He stood over nine bloody feet!!!”

    Vilkas shook his head as he pulled her up off the chair.

    “You had a bit of a shock. You imagined he was that big... No werewolf is that large”.

    Aela started yelling at him but almost instantly afterwards she whispered as if she was afraid of being heard. “I bloody saw it!!! He practically stood next to me while I was in my werewolf form. I had to look up at him... He’s over nine bloody flipping feet tall”. She was herself again this time Vilkas could see from her face she meant it. “Don’t call me bloody crazy and don’t you dare call me a bloody liar!!!”

    “Where did he go?” He looked about, but couldn’t see anything or hear anyone.

    “Through the door”. As she spoke she pointed to the door Vilkas came through.

    On inspection he could see the claw marks on some remains from one of the doors. He knew without any doubt that they were vastly superior to his own.

    “We better head back to Whiterun and report this”.

    Aela took one of her healing potions which practically healed up her lip, although it was still a bit sore then shook her head at his suggestion.

    “No... He, whatever he was, headed out to the west... Soteks half a day’s ride away heading north to Winterhold. We’ll go meet up with him. he needs to know it’s out there. It’ll be safer for the three of us anyway”

    Vilkas collected a piece of the door which had claw marks in it and stored it in his pack before wrapping a single arm around Aela to comfort her. He led her outside into the fresh, cold night air where they both walked ominously back to where they had tied up the two horses. Once they were both mounted up, they headed off into the night in the vain hope of being able to join up with Sotek.

     

     

Comments

8 Comments
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  April 3, 2016
    Added Adult Themes to the start of the chapter and I found the 're' you mentioned.
    Thanks for your kind words.  
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  April 3, 2016
    I'd say this chapter deserves a Adult Themes line, because it's pretty bloody.

    Hmm.. During my first readthrough, I found the word "re", which seemed to be misplaced. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to relocate it.
  • Relycs
    Relycs   ·  April 3, 2016
    That was definitely a great, action-packed chapter.

    Scarface.. I still think it's Sotek, the 'scars' and his behavior towards Aela/Red prove it.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  August 23, 2015
    Yep. This was actualy a bit of an odd one as there's a few different emotions going on with Scarface, Aela and Red.
  • Exuro
    Exuro   ·  August 23, 2015
    That some intense savagery. Scarface sure knows how to woo a woman...
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  August 3, 2015
    Thanks for the kind words. I have to admit there were a few icky moments here but I'm in a good place right now.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  August 3, 2015
    A nice, action-packed read. Yay! 
  • ShyGuyWolf
    ShyGuyWolf   ·  August 3, 2015
    man, what a tale.