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Jason falls hard to his knees onto the wooden floorboards with a thud. He can't see where he's at and although he recognizes the strong aroma of Colombian cigars in the sticky air along with sweat, he has has no clue as to where he has been taken to. The black and rancid smelling blindfold over his eyes begins to fall away from his vision and he sees it as it flops to the wooden floor beside him. Jason blinks the clouds from his vision and moves his gaze from the blood stained blindfold on the floor up to the desk a few feet ahead of him and the man sitting behind it.
"Here's the white boy you asked for," Jason's heart picks up speed at the sound of the familiar voice behind him and his wide hazel eyes watch as Vaas moves from behind him, giving Jason's underside of his chin a teasing flick with his index finger and a menacing grin.
Jason jerks his head back, continuing to watch the pirate King wander over towards the man behind the decent sized desk. Jason sighs and tries to break free from the rope around his wrists but his attempts are weak and pathetic. He doesn't notice that both Vaas and the strange man at the desk are keeping a good eye on him, watching the Brody boy struggle with his restraints. Vaas manages to grab Jason's attention after expelling a chuckling from his strong Island lungs, resting both of his toned forearms across the top of the desk, with his hands dangling freely over the front, a Colombian cigar between his bandaged fingers.
Jason stares ahead at both of the men but focuses mainly on Vaas, giving the pirate King quite the grimace. A pirate from behind Jason hits him unexpectedly upside the head with the butt of his AK-47, which causes the American to fall forward on one side of his face, with his ass hiked up in the air.
Not a single sound of protest comes out of Jason's mouth. The pirate knocked him out cold. Vaas, along with Hoyt hurry to the American's side, both men cursing at the pirate in a whole other language. Vaas removes a hidden pistol from the waistband of his hunting cargo pants, aims it right at the pirate's head, who is now shaking to the core, dropping his own weapon with a loud thud and Vaas keeps his glazed over eyes locked onto the pirate, awaiting Hoyt's order to shoot the fucker. There is absolute terror in the pirate's eyes and he drops to his knees just like Jason, helplessly waiting for the shot.
Hoyt kneels down beside the pirate in attempt to cheer him up, but Hoyt pulls out a weapon of his own from the inside of his jacket, which happens to be a small pocket knife and he drags the blade slowly across the pirate's throat, holding onto him as the man's head drops upon Hoyt's shoulder. The amount of blood is horrific but it's nothing that Hoyt and Vaas have never seen before. Hoyt then pulls the knife away, dripping and covered in the man's blood and with a grunt, he penetrates the pirate's throat, shoving the blade in as far as it can go, straight into the center; the awful gurgling sounds of the man finally dying and the blood bubbling out of his deep wound causes Hoyt to smile and when he feels the body go completely limp against him, Hoyt pushes it off and watches the blood drain out onto the floorboards.
Vaas stares down at Hoyt, looks at the blood dripping from his hands and the front of him, nearly head to toe, and returns his gun into the waistband of his cargo pants, bringing his head up and gazes at the few other pirates guarding the door. Vaas snaps his fingers and points down at the dead man beside his booted feet. The three men are quick to retrieve the bloody body and carry it out of the room.
Vaas then turns around and looks down at Jason, who has a blood stain matted in his brunette hair. He kneels over the unconscious man, he grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him onto his back, eyeing him curiously. Hoyt curses loudly more than a few times at the blood stains on his clothes but he doesn't bother to change out of them. He stands up, tracks bloody shoe prints across the floor towards his desk and slams his fist onto it rather painfully.
"He's bleeding, how is he going to be worth anything when he has a fucking bald spot on his fucking head after patching him up?" Hoyt explains, clearly over-reacting, turning his head into Vaas' direction, his hand still balled into a tight fist. Vaas looks down at Jason, places his booted foot against the younger man's chest and applies slight pressure, cocking his head.
"I recommend keeping him for ourselves boss, I mean, this little fucker thinks he's king fucking shit and it pisses me off. I want to be the one to beat the fucking shit out of the cocky mother fucking mouth of his!" Vaas' curses like no one has before and Hoyt finds it amusing. He walks over to the pirate King and pats him on the back of the shoulder, feeling the stickiness of the man's bare skin underneath his blood stained hand. They both meet each other's gaze and Vaas, as if told to, leans his head into Hoyt's, which connects the two men together forehead to forehead.
"You know how much you mean to me, right Vaas, you and I will forever rule this fucking Island!" Hoyt says aloud, putting both of his hands on Vaas' shoulders, moving his sweaty forehead from Vaas' to place a careful kiss on the younger man's scar. Vaas doesn't say a word, he doesn't even make a single move during the harmless peck on his head. Hoyt Volker is the only man Vaas holds fear for on the Island. Vaas had witnessed things he never wanted to, he had watched people who he thought he loved die and he himself experienced pain, both mentally and physically by the mouth and hands of Hoyt Volker. Vaas had always blamed himself for what Hoyt did to him though, but all of that is in the past. All Vaas needs to worry about is being the strong, ruthless pirate King that Hoyt wants him to be; he just can't disappoint him again.
Jason's thoughts finally return to him and he opens his eyes to a room that he's not familiar with but it's set up just like an emergency room. He finds himself laying back in an upholstered surgery chair with a blinding dome light shining from above him.
"It's good to see you awake, your head might feel a little tender yet, but the stitches are tight and I'm sure the healing will be quick," the woman dressed in a blood spotted surgical gown assures the American and smiles down at him, pushing the dome light out of Jason's vision. The young woman positions Jason's chair upright and gets rid of the used surgical tools in case he is sensitive to the sight of blood, but that's probably not true. Ceria has heard a lot about Jason Brody and what he's done to Vaas and his pirates.
Jason recognizes the metallic smell of blood in the air and he turns his head to the young woman walking passed him, removing the gown and bloodied gloves into the garbage. The dark tone of her skin informs Jason that she's definitely a native here but the deep blue two piece suit that she's wearing tells him something else.
"What happened to my head?" Jason asks, raising one hand to the back of his head where it currently aches. The young woman hurries to Jason and grabs his wrist. They both lock eyes and she lets him go.
"You've been hit pretty hard by a pirate, but that doesn't matter Jason, you need to keep your hands away from your stitches," she tells him, crossing her arms across her chest. Her accent resembles Vaas' but it's not as strong. Jason stands up, lightly brushes his finger tips along the bald spot on his head where his stitches lay and he can feel the stitches themselves. He's careful to not bump them and looks back at the woman.
"Thank you," Jason says with a soft smile, and the young woman smiles right back, standing with her back fully erect. "You're welcome Jason, my name is Ceria, just stop back in about two weeks," she informs Jason with a wide smile, gazing down at his left arm. The sight surprises her but she doesn't say another word as a pirate from outside the door comes in and motions for Jason to follow him. Jason sighs and exits the room with the pirate close behind him. Jason can't get Ceria out of his thoughts and he doesn't understand why. Why is she so important to him? Who was that man from earlier and where the hell is he?