TW: VIOLENCE, DEATH, UPSETTING SCENES
The crew that had gathered on deck was getting restless.
Nik finally showed up, the elf's dead body over his shoulder, the crew falling silent in concern.
They listened to him explain what was going on, concerned murmurs about Aikios filtering through the crowd.
"Where's Elara? Why isn't she here?" S shout from the back of the crew.
A quiet conversation began among some of the crew. Th tension was slowly building.
One burly pirate stepped forward, his arms folded. More followed, and they all inspected the body. What Nik said was true. The wounds matched up with the swords.
"What about Aikios?" One of the pirates that was inspecting the body cautiously inquired, one hand resting uneasily on the handle of his sword.
Agreements and shouts from 3 others in the crew went up, the tension uneasily getting worse.
Down in the medbay, after searching through Aikios's shelves and his desk, she finally found an elixir that might help Elara. After administering it, there was literally nothing she could do but wait. She impatiently paced around the room, the two men guarding Aikios concernedly looking from Fenris to the captain.
"Is...Is Captain going to make it?" one of the men quietly asked.
Fenris stopped pacing and looked at him.
"I honestly don't know."
Aikios groaned from where he was on the ground. He was slowly regaining consciousness again.
A small, very weak movement of Elara's chest made one of the men point at Elara.
"She was breathing!"
That made Fenris immediately rush to her side and check her pulse again. It was slightly stronger than the last time she had checked it. That was an improvement.
While Fenris was tending to Elara, leaning over her to listen to her heart, the discordant tension from up above was filtering down from the main deck. The two men exchanged glances.
One discreetly knelt down next to Aikios to check his pulse, except he wasn't checking his pulse. He was quietly cutting through the ropes that had Aikios bound, the other man quietly drawing his knife and backing towards the door.
He mouthed "it's time," to the other man and opened the door and disappeared down the hall.
Fenris turned around.
"She's improving-where's the other guy?"
An uncomfortable feeling gnawed at her brain.
Her ears went back, and a low growl formed in her throat.
She stood in front of the bed on which Elara was lying.
"Whose side are you on?" She asked the man, her claws were out and her teeth bared.
"Cmon, wolf. I just need to make sure Elara's dead. Then I'll leave," the man lied, a dagger in his hand.
Fenris took an empty potions bottle and threw it on the ground.
"You cross that broken bottle, and you'll wake up in the afterlife," she threatened, her eyes daring him to try.
In the background, Aikios slowly rolled over and very slowly pushed himself up with a groan, his good hand going to the large lump on his head.
"Is it just us two now?" He worriedly asked after a minutes pause.
"No...the crew I think is up on deck...some of ours could be down in the hold waiting. Vær went to alert them."
Fenris growled.
"I was hoping Kkärsvig actually killed you."
Before Aikios could reply, the sound of boots in the outlying hall could be heard, and the mutineers that had been hiding filed in.
Aikios counted. There were seven not including him.
"Two of you...stay down here and finish...that," Aikios gestured at Fenris and Elara.
"The rest of you get up on the main deck...when I give the signal, fight like hell. I'll be right beside you."
The mutineers nodded and left, except for the two that Aikios had ordered to stay.
Aikios took a careful step and groaned again. Someone had stolen his weapons. Kkärsvig packed a wallop, he had to hand it to him. Vær tossed him his sword, having two daggers in his belt already.
He turned to leave and then paused.
"I don't want either of them making it out of here alive."
And with that he left, heading up to the main deck.
The two mutineers turned and split up, circling around Fenris. She hadn't attacked while Aikios was in here because there was no way she could have beaten all eight. But two against one were pretty good odds.
She smiled, an unnerving, feral smile.
"The doors right there if you want to leave."
Vær lunged at her, drawing a dagger. She dodged and kicked his legs out from under him.
The other mutineer managed to land a slash across her back, and she whirled and brutally slashed him across the torso with her razor sharp claws, the man falling to the floor clutching his chest. She managed to grab his dagger by the blade and wrest it from his hand as he fell. She turned around—-where did Vær go? Two explosions of pain in her torso let her know that Vær was in fact behind her and had just ran her through the back with two daggers, and then viciously yanking them out.
She howled in pain and tried to turn around but a swift, harsh kick to the back of her leg downed her.
"And stay down, bitch," Vær sneered with another kick to her ribs.
He walked almost languidly over to where Elara lay on the bed, raising the crimson stained daggers over his head for the death blow.
Fenris, breathing heavily, and with much difficulty threw the dagger she had grabbed. The dagger landed right in the center of Vær's neck, him collapsing with a spray of blood.
Fenris let out the loudest, most agonized howl she could before her world faded into black.
