Here's just a thing to help if your new to these kinds of fan fictions c:
(E/C) = Eye color
(H/C)= Hair color.
(Y/N)= Your name.
You get the drift right?
Being a friend of Liza and Jason's, you had to attempt to find them. You were the only person who knew who they were. The group told you, just in case they weren't back by the return date, and not phoning anyone in California. Everything was ready, your plane and a suit case. You didn't want to bring too much, just a few pairs of clothes and a jacket—maybe the weather was cold where the five went.
~~4 weeks later~~
"Let me fucking go-" You demanded as your hands and ankles burned from moving the tight rope on your skin. You could feel the man's hand cup your face, making you look directly into his dark brown eyes. Sure, your (E/C) orbs were watery, but you refused to cry, through anything the man did. There was a small moment of silence, finally, he smirked. "Why would I do that? Your too.." His lips were a few centimeters from yours. You tried to move your head back, but you couldn't since your head was already hitting the chair. He then backed away. "You're too difficult to find." Your face was absolutely flushed, mostly due to embarrassment.
"I see that you know Jason Brody, hmm?" He keeled down as his scared eyebrow rose. You looked at the dark rock wall to the left. "So what if I do?" You muttered. "What do you want from him?" He sighed, using one of his hands to turn your face back to him. "Stop fucking looking away…." You didn't respond. He stud up, "I didn't properly introduce myself." He smiled, changing the subject. "I'm Vaas. And your name is..?" He asked. All you did was stare at him, sure, you were pretty much playing with your life right now, but you're also not going to show any sign of weakness. A few minutes past of you two playing useless word ping pong. Him trying to get your name- you trying to ask why he wanted Jason.
Of course you were asking him why he wanted Jason. After all, you're here in this situation trying to find Jason, his two brothers and his 2 friends.
"If you're not going to talk…" He took out his knife from his waist band, gliding it over your cheek. "I'll just need to make you talk." You moved your head away ever so slightly, feeling the blade glide off of your skin, possibly making a small cut. You were attempted to shake your hands free, they were behind your back where Vaas couldn't see. You tried to shake out of the rope again, this time using all your strength. Everyone in the movies could get out of tight ropes, why couldn't you? After a bunch of attempts, Vaas finally noticed your shoulders moving to escape from the rope. He walked behind you, observing your work. "Nice fucking job there... You got pretty close to escaping." He smirked, untying the rope over your hands.
"Now you're obviously not going to talk… Even if you're almost close to death…" He sighed, walking back to where the man once was previously. What he said was in fact true, you weren't going to talk, even if it meant Vaas killing you. But you were, in all honesty, shocked about Vaas letting you leave with your life. You lean over, untying the ropes around your feet. After you untied yourself, you slowly stud up, not making any sudden movements. Vaas still had his knife out, flipping the sharp object and grabbing the knife by the handle again. "Go." The man pointed to the exit of the cave where pirates stud beside. You slowly began walking, and you stopped, looking at Vaas.
"Is there a chance I could have my weapons back? They cost money…" Vaas let out a small laugh. "I spare your life and now you want more?" Vaas looked at you, "No. And don't expect your life to be spared again. This is a one-time thing, especially since you know Jason."
You mentally cursed yourself out for asking for your guns. You make a full sprint to the outside. You weren't exactly fond of the idea of getting shot in the back.