Hello, welcome to my very first fanfiction. I am incredibly nervous about publishing this -gnaws on fingernails- If you have any qualms with the story or suggestions, please feel free to PM me so we can discuss it further. I am very open to ideas and I take constructive criticism really well. (:
That being said, I am need of a betareader, someone who will help with the grammar and flow of the story. A knowledge of the game would be good too, but it's not essential. I would be grateful for any sort of assistance really! (:
I would like to thank JourneyIntoMadness for her help. She helped me bounce ideas back and forth and was the one to inspire me with her awesome fanfiction to write my own! (Seriously, go check that out!)
My OC's are portrayed by the following actors:
Eli Lennox (Looney Tunes/Big Mama) – played by Charlize Theron (with dark hair).
Teddy Lawson (Bear/Big Daddy) – played by Joe Manganiello.
Lucas King (Sparky) – played by Jake Gyllenhaal.
Charlie Hyde (Jekyll and Hyde/Doc)– played by Michael Fassbender.
Roy Copperfield (Alpha) – played by Dwayne Johnson.
Kyle Jackson (The Kid) - played by Ryan Kwanten.
Sunny Temsford (Sunshine) – played by Sam Worthington.
Summary: Volker assign's his best mercenaries, Alpha Team, to the Northern Island, where they will assist the pirates in retaking the outposts and pushing back the rebels. Vaas is under strict instructions not to harm the mercs in any way, but that isn't going to stop the Pirate Lord from having a bit of fun with Volker's dogs.
After the death of her closest friend and team mate, Eli stands on the precipice, staring with wide eyes into the maw of madness. At it's twisted, dark center, stand's Vaas, waiting with open arms for her to join him in the chaos. Insanity beckoned, pulling her forward with shadowy tendrils. How could she refuse?
WARNING: This fanfic contains scene's of an explicit nature. If you do not want to read content about: sex, drugs, torture, violence, gore, insanity, swearing, ect, then please turn away now. It's rated M for a reason!
IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS TAKES PLACE A YEAR BEFORE THE EVENTS OF THE GAME, OKAY?
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OC's.
With that out of the way, please enjoy my fic.
Hoyt Volker sat tensely on the throne behind his desk, fingers laced tightly together. His cigar hung between his lips, hissing quietly as he took a long drag, the end glowing a fiery red. He exhaled, breathing out a thick swirl, filling the room with the heavy aroma of smoke.
He flashed a glance over to the man leaning against the wall, staring silently out of the window, watching the mercenaries milling around the compound. Hoyt's jaw tensed, brow furrowing with displeasure. Vaas had informed him that the rebels had taken another three outposts during the night. His men killed, their weapons and resources stolen. Their grip was slowly slipping on the northern island.
Fucking savages!
In Hoyt's mind, it was all down to Vaas. His men lacked direction and discipline. It seemed they were more interested in getting high and drunk off their tits than actually doing work. What the fuck as he paying them for?
The South African stubbed out the last of his cigar in his crystal ashtray and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to work away the headache that began to steadily creep in.
"What do you plan to do then, Vaas?" His sharp voice cut through the silent room. Vaas stiffened, turning to face his boss. A frown on his features.
"I need more men," he spoke quiet and slow, carefully testing the rough waters he often found himself in with Hoyt these days.
Volker scowled at his words. "I shipped you fifteen men just last week! What the fuck are you doing with them, hm?" The muscles in his jaw tightened, his anger steadily rising. "I keep throwing money at you, Vaas, but you keep letting me down! I don't have an endless supply of cannon fodder for you to fuck around with."
Hoyt pushed back his chair, making his way over to the window. He stood with dignity and pride, watching his mercenaries going about their daily duties. They were intelligent, loyal, and above all, they got the job done.
"Here's what I'm going to do," he said with a heavy sigh. Hoyt didn't like what he was going to suggest, but he had no other choice. They needed to take back what was rightfully theirs. "I'm going to send a few of my best mercs to clean up your fucking mess and re take the outposts from the rebels."
Vaas turned his head to the side and frowned, visibly displeased with the idea of having Volker's bitches poking around his business. "Since your stupid fucks over there can't tell which way is up, you'll need someone with the military training to point them in the right direction."
"You're sending a bunch of fucking mercs to baby sit?" Vaas scowled. Shit!
"No, Vaas, I'm sending them to do what your fucking retarded men can't seem to!" He shouted angrily and Vaas backed down, casting his glare on the scenery outside. "They'll be under your command, but they'll still be taking orders from me. Don't fuck with them, Vaas, or you'll have to deal with me, do you understand? I put a lot of god damn money into these soldiers and the last thing I need is for them to drop like flies because of your pirates incompetency."
With no room to argue, Vaas relented, nodding his head in silent agreement. "Alright, boss."
They sat silent amidst the dense overgrowth of shrubs, concealing themselves in the shadows, their eyes fixated on the surrounding area, searching for danger. The humidity that hung in the air threatened to smother them, sucking the oxygen and moisture from their mouths and lungs, leaving the breathless and desperate for sustenance. Sweat dripped profusely from their foreheads, rolling across their dirty skin and soaking their already wet clothes and hair; clinging to them awkwardly.
The earthen floor beneath them squelched from the slightest movements, making it difficult to shift amongst the foliage that encompassed them. No one dared breath through their mouths, afraid the noise would be louder than a gun shot in the muted jungle and surely get them killed.
The company of five mercenaries waited at the edge of the tree line, scoping out the surrounding area for any sign of hostile enemies. Taking up the lead was a woman. She crouched like a predator, slowly shuffling her way through the thick grass and leaves, gently pushing aside any hanging vines with the barrel of her rifle. The men behind her followed the exact movements, their trained eyes sweeping left and right.
Holding up a hand, the group halted at the woman's silent command. She stealthily stood, carefully making her way up an embankment, mindful not to step on any twigs or stones. A dirt road come into view and with a quick glance, she could tell it was frequently used. When she had determined the road was clear, she made a hand gesture, beckoning them forward, eyes never straying from the road.
The others had passed behind her quick and quiet, down the other embankment and into the jungle. She picked up the rear, sweeping her scope behind her before slowly catching up with the others.
After what felt like hours trudging through the bowels of the jungle, they came to a halt, peering cautiously through the tall grass. Rifles slung over their shoulders, they dropped to the muddy floor, belly-crawling along the ground towards what they thought to be the sound of voices in the distance. Caked in mud, sweat and dried blood, they heaved a sigh of relief when they caught sight of a compound at the bottom of a steep hill: their target.
Tall, fortress like walls made from sturdy wood and thick rope surrounded large tin-topped shanty buildings with large guard towers watching the grounds; two men in each tower, binoculars in hand, guns shouldered. Patrols of men moved in pairs around the outer walls, sweeping their gaze left and right, searching the grass for any signs of danger.
Cautiously, the group of mercs made their way down the steep incline and approached the structure. The woman gestured to the guards, shouting in a foreign language. They exchanged looks before nodding, waving them over. They dragged their tired feet towards the compound, shoulders sagging with the weight of a thousand thoughts, an air of solemnity hung over them in a black veil of clouds. A chorus of sighs resounded when they reached inside the safety of the fortress, slinging their weighted packs onto the floor and flexing their aching muscles.
"Finally," one of them muttered quietly with a sigh. The other mercs shot him a death glare, silently telling him to shut up.
The woman turned sharply on her heel and the men faltered, standing straighter than an arrow, feet together, arms behind their backs.
"Oh, you think that now we're back in the Green zone everything's hunky dory?" She snapped, a British accent pitching audibly. She grit her teeth, glaring at them with venomous green eyes. Her sight lingered on one in particular. Kyle AKA. 'The Kid', the youngest of the group.
The aforementioned man shrunk in his boots when she quickly stepped forward, their noses almost touching. The murderous look glistening in her eyes frightened him and, for a split second, he feared for his life.
"What the fuck happened out there, Kyle?"
Kyle swallowed a thick lump of nerves that began to cluster in his throat. His brown eyes darted around frantically, searching for anything other than her to focus on.
"It wasn't my fault, Eli!" He stuttered nervously. Kyle rubbed his sweaty palms on his dirty cargo pants, gripping the material in hopes of steadying his shot nerves. "This fucking spider fell out of the tree and it startled me. I tripped and the trigger just went off!"
The woman, Eli, ground her teeth together angrily and grabbed the front of Kyle's vest, snapping his gaze onto hers. "A spider?" She seethed. "A fucking spider made you scream like a little bitch, trip on your stupid ass and set off the explosives!?" Her voice quickly rose to a shout. The other soldiers milling about the compound stopped in their task, staring curiously at the scene before them.
"You compromised the entire mission because you pissed your pants! Sunny is dead!"
"I-I thought it was poisonous!" He shouted in desperate defense.
Eli held him in a death grip, her knuckles turned white, shoulders trembled with fury, fueled by the adrenalin and drugs that pumped through her veins. She stared into his watery eyes, silently wishing the ground would swallow him up and drag him into the deepest depths of hell to suffer an agonizingly slow death.
"You know, it's almost funny, if you hadn't of slipped in the mud, that bullet would have been in your head, not his," she whispered deathly calm, staring straight into his eyes. "What a pity."
Teddy, the largest and oldest of the group stepped towards the two. He placed a callous hand onto her shoulder, gently prying her away from Kyle, afraid that she would snap his neck if he dared move suddenly. As much as he hated Kyle in that moment, it wasn't their job to discipline him. That was Roy's.
"It's been a long day," he began slowly, the deep baritone of his voice rumbled from his chest. "We're all a little agitated from the comedown of the drugs and Sunny's death," he paused, swallowing thickly at the thought. "We need to calm down, get some chow and head to bed, okay?"
An enraged scream erupted from her throat, causing the others to jump in surprise. She shot Kyle a demonic look before pivoting on her heel, stomping to her designated quarters to release her pent up fury that held onto her with a firm grip.
The next morning couldn't have arrived sooner. The mercs emerged from their quarters looking worse for wear: pale, sweaty and shaking. Teddy stretched his muscular arms above his head, sighing with satisfaction when the joints gave a soft pop. He glanced around the camp, watching his team mates dragging their feet behind them. Teddy caught sight of Kyle loading his pack into the helicopter, the boy flinched when he heard boots coming up behind him, bolting when he saw it was Eli. The woman ignored him, a deep frown on her face as she slung her own gear into the chopper.
The tropical sun glared into his blood shot eyes and he flinched away, hiding amongst the shadows. He thought back to their latest mission and frowned. They had lost one of their own, all due to a stupid mistake that could have been easily prevented. He felt a pang of sorrow plucking at his heart; he quickly pushed it away, not wanting to dwell too much on the matter. Death came in the job description, after all.
We're almost home. Teddy thought with some relief, the boat ride seemed never-ending with the suffocating tension hanging like a guillotine above their heads ready to fall at any sudden movement.
Teddy glanced around at each of his compadres. Lucas sat hunched over with a worn book in his hands, glaring intensely at the pages, fingers gripping the spine tensely. Teddy was certain Lucas wasn't actually reading, merely using the book to keep the others away, not wanting to converse.
Charlie, the second oldest and other Brit, leaned over the railing, gazing far off into the distance. Kyle sat on a crate beside him, nervously fiddling with his pistol in an attempt to clean it. Every so often he'd glance at each of them before shifting his attention back onto the weapon he held in his trembling grasp. He was up shit creak without a paddle and there was going to be hell to pay when they reached home base.
Eli sat away from them, leaning against the cabin. Her eyes shut, arms tightly crossed over her chest, music blaring in her ears. Oblivious to the world around her.
When the boat finally dropped anchor, the mercs all but lunged for the ramp, eager to get away from the unbearable tension. Teddy breathed in a deep breath, comforted by the familiar sight and sound of his home base. Fellow mercs moved around the large, fortified compound, loading and unloading crates, checking weapons, others jogging around the perimeter.
A sharp whistle sounded and all abruptly turned. Roy, the alpha, stood expectantly, waiting for his team. He took charge of all the mercs and he ran a tight ship. You wouldn't be able to sneeze without him finding out. That man had a sixth sense for things.
Roy rose a brow at their depressed demeanor watching his team drag their feet along the ground, slowly making their way over. He was a large man, much like Teddy. His sharp gaze could cut your skin if you got on the wrong side of him. A frown pulled at the corner of his mouth when he took note of one less mercenary.
"Lennox!" He barked loudly. Eli snapped her head up, picking up the pace.
"Sir!" She stood straight and tall, arms folded behind her back in a military manner. The others followed suit, lining up beside her in a row.
"Where is Sunny?" Roy asked gruffly, hands firmly on his hips. At the mention of their fallen comrades name, they all stiffened, casting their red-rimmed eyes to the floor, hiding their guilt and shame.
"Eli?" Roy called expectantly. When he folded his arms across his broad chest, Roy meant business.
Eli gulped nervously, her muscles pulled taut, twitching under the strain. She curled her fists tightly, casting a glare over towards Kyle. "Ask that piece of shit over there."
Roy's brow furrowed, turning his sharp, authoritative gaze to a stricken Kyle. He whistled again, causing the jittery boy to jump. "Something you wanna tell me, Jackson?"
Kyle visibly shook in his spot, eyes wide and frantic. "I—we—Sunny—" he stuttered nervously. When Roy stepped in front of him, the others thought he was going to piss his pants.
"English, Jackson, use it!" He snapped impatiently. "Speak words, not fucking babble." Charlie became agitated, fed up with waiting around for Kyle to grow a pair and articulate his sentences like a grown man should.
"He gave away our position," he began, glaring at the wall in front of him. "I was up on a perch, watching the road when shit for brains over there started shrieking like a banshee," his teeth ground together at the fresh memories. "Started flailing around like a god damn fish and he tripped, triggering the explosives we set up around the base."
"Almost blew us to pieces." Teddy interjected quietly. He could still feel the heat of the explosion on his skin and he shuddered, it had been too close of a call for his liking. Eli, Lucas and himself had barely made it out in one piece.
Charlie continued. "Our cover was blown and the soldiers started to close in. Eli told us to scatter in the wind, rendezvous at the safe point. Sunny, the unlucky bastard, followed after Kyle. The dipshit lead him right into a group of soldiers. Lucky for Kyle though, he slipped in the mud and Sunny took a bullet right between the eyes. He shot one and I took the rest out from the overhang above."
Roy's brows furrowed deeply at the medic's words. A soldier down, that's all he needed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "And what gave you cause to scream like a little bitch, Jackson?"
Kyle pursed his lips, deeply ashamed with his actions. "It was a spider, sir," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth.
Roy gave him an incredulous look. A spider? A fucking spider had scared one of his mercs? He turned back to look at Kyle sharply, eyeing him up and down. "A spider?" He asked slowly to make sure he hadn't misheard. When Kyle nodded his head yes, Roy's anger spiked. He roughly grabbed the front of Kyle's vest, lifting him from the ground with ease.
"I lost one of my best men because you shit yourself over a spider?!" Roy began to shake him like a rag-doll, inwardly hoping to rattle some sense into that damn brain of his.
"What the fuck have I been training you for, huh? Volker paid good money for top notch mercs, and you lose your shit over an arachnid?!" Roy couldn't believe it. The idea of such a small thing scaring one of his men seemed laughable. What was he going to tell Volker? The man would have his balls in a vice for this!
"Jesus Christ!" He seethed quietly. Suddenly, he let go of Kyle and the boy fell to the floor with a thud. Running a hand over his bald head, Roy turned to face Eli. "Despite the cock up," he looked pointedly at the quivering heap on the floor. "Was the objective accomplished?"
"Yes sir." He sighed with relief, at least he would have some good news to deliver to Volker. Eli stepped forward, fishing a small memory disc from her pocket, handing it to Roy.
"Good, now fuck off. You all stink like pigs," he said dismissively. When Jackson skirted around him, he reached out and grabbed his arm tightly, pulling him closer. "I'll deal with you later."
Roy climbed the steps to Volker's office, a tight knot pulled between his shoulders and he suddenly felt sick with nerves. He cleared his throat, straightening his spine and wrapped quietly on the door, entering when Hoyt called for him.
"Ah, Roy, I see your mercs are back," Hoyt commented, a cigar between his lips. "Though, I happened to notice you were one short, hm?"
With a sigh, Roy began to inform Volker of what happened. By the time he had finished, Volker looked pissed. "The mission was completed and the data recovered." Roy quickly added, handing him the small object, hoping to quell the South Africans wraith. And it did, Volker simmered down, a smirk playing across his lips.
"Good. It would've been a shame to punish them. They are my favorites, after all. You'll be disciplining the little fuck that caused this shit storm, hm?"
Roy nodded his head, inwardly grateful the South African hadn't thrown them to the dogs like he had so many before him. "Anything else, Sir?" He asked, eager to leave and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Actually, yes, there's something I need to discuss with you," Hoyt trailed off, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips.
How was it? What do you think?! I am really excited/nervous to hear your thoughts on it.
The important question is: should I continue?